Rebirth of the 92 Business Tycoon

Japanese customers come to investigate this matter and need everyone’s cooperation, specifically, the cooperation of the little guys in the village.

The old people in the village over 70 years old, although they have experienced the era of the raging small Japan, but they are measured, but the little guys who went to elementary school don't know much.

However, there is a little hero rain coming in the language, the second elementary of the Cowherd King is shown in the music book, and the little soldier Zhang Ga has been seen in the movie, which leads to a very simple hatred of Little Japan. He usually takes a wooden stick as a gun and pretends to be the Eighth Route Army to beat devils.

If they led Sato and the others into the village today, the little guys sang "The morning of September 16th, the enemy swept a ravine," or "The big sword was cut at the heads of the devils," or they were holding them. A small wooden stick, squinted at them, and "chirped" and "chirped" the simulated shooting, which was really embarrassing.

So in fact, since last night, the parents have been telling the little guys, and they will explain kindly, "Those who will come tomorrow are here to do business. With them, the food factory’s business will be better. Our salary will also be more, we can buy you more good clothes, more delicious and fun, so be polite to those Japanese,"

Many of them are more direct education, "Tomorrow there will be Japanese people coming to the village. You can join in the fun, and you are not allowed to do anything good, otherwise, I will take care of it."

During breakfast, Wang Changning looked inside and out, "Yiping, where is your father?"

Family rules, when eating, always wait for the host to sit down before moving the chopsticks, especially Feng Zhenchang is still an elder.

"You eat, leave him alone," Mei Qiuping brought a few boxes of milk and juice from the refrigerator. "He went to the factory early in the morning, but don't worry, there is also breakfast in the factory. Only the two of us are at home. Sometimes, three meals a day are eaten in the factory."

When looking at the Japanese, Feng Zhenchang is actually quite concerned and nervous. Now he is not willing to lose face in front of anyone. Besides, is this a foreigner or a Japanese?

I also went to the factory early in the morning. Needless to say, I would definitely check it around. The main thing is not paying attention. But I want to try my best to present the best side to the Japanese.

At the provincial airport, Gao Zhiyi brought a classmate who was intensive in Japanese from the Institute of Foreign Languages—especially, the male classmate, holding the sign of Sato Jiro written in Chinese, was waiting at the exit.

He felt a little strange. The OL in a blue suit on the opposite side always looked here, specifically, at him, beside her. There is also a man in a suit with a sign upside down in his hand.

He thought about it seriously, and really didn't know the two of them. What's the situation? He understands that he belongs to the kind of Nei Xiu, and generally does not attract the attention of strange girls.

"It's fake, it's thirty-four-five degrees today, and I'm still wearing a suit," Gao Zhiyi secretly contempted as they looked at them in formal suits, but he saw the OL on the opposite side and looked over. He turned his head quickly and straightened his waist along the way.

"Let's see, but brother, I have long been known as the master of the grass,"

It turns out. He really thinks too much.

When the passengers on the flight of Sato and Nanako came out, the man in the suit on the opposite side also raised the sign in his hand. Looking at the Japanese text on it, Gao Zhiyi felt familiar, and asked Xiao Jiang next to him, "Xiao Jiang. Look. Look across,"

Xiao Jiang took a look, "Why did they pick up the same person as us?"

What does this mean?

Sato still came with Nanako, but this time, they were followed by a young man pushing luggage.

Sato is still in the style of a superior person. Nanako, who has a stern face and a cheek that does not match her body, moves very well. Seeing the signs on both sides, he bowed separately. Gao Zhiyi was confirmed when he saw the situation. Here is the pick of the Japanese. There is one more!

The three parties introduced together. He finally knew the identities of the two opposites. The man in the suit, whose surname was Liu, was an employee of a foreign trade company, and the woman was the daughter of the owner of Fengyuan Food Factory, Fengyuan and Jiasheng Food. Of course, the products of the factory overlap.

"I'm sorry Gao Jun, Manager Liu has been in contact with our trading company. Mr. Du's food factory has good product quality. I hope we can take a look at it. It's really rude not to inform you in advance!" Bow, Nanako's attitude is very correct.

"The quality of our products is definitely no problem, and we will definitely not double the price and sell it to your trading company," Du Min said with a smile.

When it comes to this, Gao Zhiyi still doesn't understand that this is of course a Japanese method, just to provoke us to bargain.

For Du Min's food factory, the Sato Trading Company's order is only 100,000 US dollars a year, which is worth fighting for, not to mention the high price that Jiasheng gave Sato, and they can make a profit even if it is half the price.

In front of the Japanese, Gao Zhiyi didn’t want to worry about Du Min. “It’s understandable, but our chairman also attaches great importance to cooperation. We are already waiting for several drivers in the factory. Wait a minute, let me explain to him. Happening,"

"you please,"

Du Min took the opportunity to ask the person pushing the luggage to follow her to the car she drove. It was a Toyota Previa. Of course, he chose this car as a Japanese.

"What's the matter?" Feng Yiping hung up, and Feng Zhenchang, who was sitting behind his desk, asked concerned.

Of course he also cleaned it up today, his hair was neatly trimmed, and his beard was neatly shaved.

"Nothing," Feng Yiping stood at the window, looked at the factory building below, and listened to the regular mechanical sound, "The Japanese are playing tricks, don't worry, it's okay!"

He suddenly laughed, "Hehe, this Sato's temperament is really average,"

It stands to reason that the Japanese are the kind of goods that have been observing the rules to the point of rigidity. Since the two sides have already set the schedule for such transnational business activities, it is reasonable to say that this situation will not happen today.

But it happened, and that can only show that it was deliberately arranged by him.

If you have an opinion, you can express it face to face. What's the point of making this incident? What's more, this list, for the current Jiasheng Food Factory, it is a good thing, no, there is no!

When Feng Zhenchang heard what he said, he immediately said, "Should we lower the price a bit?"

"It's useless to cut prices. We drop. The one that emerged today will definitely drop again." Feng Yiping has long been tired of fighting a price war with no heads, and made up his mind. This time, since he is not a middleman, It is the manufacturer, who will never follow those who are not born in the same year and the same day and kill each other until they die on the same day and the same year.

"I believe that Fengyuan's dried radish has the same appearance as ours, and it certainly does not taste like ours, so it is not comparable, so why should we lower the price?"

The taste of food is actually a very ideal thing. When you recognize one taste, how to eat the others will be wrong, and Feng Yiping believes that Fengyuan Food Factory cannot produce it even with the same production process. Dried radish with the same taste as Jiasheng.

The reason is simple, the raw materials used are different.

Turnips are similar to potatoes. They look the same, but they taste absolutely different. Some are a little sweet, some are a little spicy, and some have a bitter aftertaste...

And their Feng Jiachong's radishes are also unique and can replace fruits.

"But ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ how should we tell him about this price? The price for them is so much higher than the retail price in our convenience store," Feng Zhenchang is still a little worried.

"It's not easy. There are many reasons," Feng Yiping said with a smile, and Dad was too real.

Gao Zhiyi, wearing a blue short-sleeved shirt, walked very slowly deliberately after the phone call. He just wanted these guys in formal attire to stand in the scorching sun for a while.

Fortunately for the three Japanese, in such formal occasions, they are used to wearing full suits, no matter how hot they are, they can bear it.

But our country does not have such regulations, or such requirements.

In the news broadcast, as long as they are not receiving foreign politicians, even national leaders wear short-sleeved shirts whether they are inspecting or meeting. Therefore, Manager Liu and Du Min of foreign trade companies that cater to the Japanese are holding back very hard, and try their best from time to time. Loose the collar without any traces, or wipe the sweat on the forehead.

"Mr. Sato, our chairman welcomes you to visit other similar companies, but he said, I'm sorry, you don't have time today, then he won't have time tomorrow." Gao Zhiyi repeated Feng Yiping's original words. (To be continued.)