When Japanese customers come to inspect this matter, everyone needs the cooperation. Specifically, the cooperation of the little guys in the village is needed.

Although the elderly people over 70 years old in the village have experienced the era of the raging Japanese, they are very sensible, but the little guys who go to elementary school don’t know much.

However, there is a little hero Yulai in Chinese, a music book, a Cowherd Wang Erxiao, and a movie that has also been seen by the little soldier Zhang Ga, which leads to a very simple hatred for the little Japanese. He usually uses a wooden stick as a gun to pretend to be a Eighth Route Army to fight the Japanese.

If the little guys were leading Sato and the others into the village today, they would sing, "On the morning of September 16, the enemy swept into a ravine," or "cut the sword on the heads of the Japanese," or holding a small wooden stick, squinted at them, and shooting in their mouths with a simulated "chic" and "chic" in their mouths, it would be embarrassing.

So, since last night, parents have already told the little guys to be kind and explain, "The people who are coming tomorrow are here to do business. With them, the business of the food factory will be better, and our salary will 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, Japanese people will come to the village and join in the fun, but they are not allowed to do anything special, otherwise, I will serve you,"

While having breakfast, Wang Changning looked around and said, "Yiping, where is your father?"

The rules at home are that when eating, you have to wait until the male owner sits down before you can move your chopsticks, especially Feng Zhenchang is still an elder.

"You eat it, don't worry about him," 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, the factory also has breakfast. When we were at home, we sometimes had three meals a day in the factory."

Feng Zhenchang actually cared and nervous about the Japanese when he came to investigate. Now he was unwilling to lose face, let alone a foreigner or a Japanese this time?

I also went to the factory early in the morning. Needless to say, I would definitely check it everywhere. The main thing is not to pay attention to it, but to try my best to show the Japanese.

At the provincial capital airport, Gao Zhiyi brought a classmate who was meticulous in Japanese from the School of Foreign Languages ​​- particularly emphasized. The male classmate held a sign of Jiro Sato in Chinese and waited at the exit.

He felt a little strange. A man in a blue suit opposite him always looked at him. Specifically, he looked at him. There was also a man in a suit, holding a sign in his hand.

He thought about it seriously. He really didn't know those two people. What was the situation? He understood that he was the kind of person who was a Neixiu and generally would not attract the attention of strange girls.

"Fake model, thirty-four and five degrees today, and they are still wearing suits." Looking at them wearing formal clothes, Gao Zhiyi secretly despised him, but when he saw the ol on the opposite side, he quickly turned his head and straightened his back.

"Let's just look, but my brother, I have long been named Cao's master."

As it turns out, he really thought too much.

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

Xiao Jiang looked at it, "Why are they the same person they are picking up with us?"

What does this mean?

Sato still came with Nanako, but this time, there was a young man pushing his luggage behind them.

Sato is still the style of a superior. Nanako, who has a stern face and is not worthy of her figure, moves very well. Seeing the signs on both sides, she bent on her face. Seeing this, Gao Zhiyi confirmed that there is another one who is here to pick up the Japanese!

After the three parties introduced each other, he finally knew the identities of the two opposite him. The man in the suit, surnamed Liu, was an employee of a foreign trade company, and the woman was the daughter of the boss of the Shengfengyuan Food Factory. The products of Fengyuan and Jiasheng Food Factory were of course overlapping.

"I'm sorry, Gao Jun. Manager Liu has been in contact with our trading company. Mr. Du's food factory has good quality. I hope we can visit it. It's really rude if we don't know you in advance!" After saying that, he bowed again, and Nanako's attitude was very positive.

"The quality of our products is definitely fine, and we will definitely not double the selling price and then sell it to your trading company," Du Min said with a smile.

Having said that, Gao Zhiyi still didn't understand that this was of course the Japanese method, and he hoped to incite us to kill ourselves.

For Du Min’s food factory, Sato Trading Company’s orders are only 100,000 US dollars a year, which is worth fighting for. Moreover, when Jiasheng gives Sato such a high price, they can make money even if they are half cheap.

In front of the Japanese, Gao Zhiyi didn't want to argue with Du Min. "It's understandable, but our chairman also attaches great importance to cooperation and has already been waiting for the big bosses of several people in the factory. Please wait, I'll explain the situation to him."

"Please, please,"

Du Min took the opportunity to ask the person who was pushing the luggage to follow her to the car she drove. It was a Toyota Previa. Of course, it was also a favorite of the Japanese.

"What's wrong?" Feng Yiping hung up the phone and Feng Zhenchang, who was sitting behind the desk, asked with concern.

Of course he had cleaned up today, his hair was neatly tidy and his beard was shaved.

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

He suddenly laughed, "Haha, this Sato's energy is really average,"

Logically speaking, the Japanese are abide by the rules and rigid products. Since both parties have set a schedule for such cross-border business activities, they will definitely not have the same situation today.

But it happened, which only means that it was arranged deliberately.

If you have any opinions, you can express them in person. What's the point of making this happen? Besides, this order is quite resentful for the current Jiasheng Food Factory. If not, there is no, then there is no!

When Feng Zhenchang heard what he said, he immediately said, "Why should we reduce the price a little?"

"It's useless to lower prices. We'll cut them. The one that emerged today will definitely drop again." Feng Yiping had long been tired of fighting a price war without any limit and had already made up his mind. This time, since he was not a middleman, but a manufacturer, he would never follow his colleagues who were not born on the same day of the same year and the same month of the same month, and would kill each other until he died on the same day of the same year.

"I believe that Fengyuan's dried radish looks the same as ours, and it must not be ours. Then there is no comparison, so why do we need to reduce the price?"

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

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

The radish is similar to potatoes, and it looks similar, but it tastes absolutely different. Some are a little sweet, some are a little spicy, and some are a little bitter in the aftertaste...

The radish that they Feng’s family is unique and can replace fruits.

"But how should we tell him about this price? The price given to them is much higher than the retail price in our convenience store," Feng Zhenchang was still a little worried.

"This is not simple, there are many reasons," Feng Yiping said with a smile. Dad is still too real.

Gao Zhiyi, wearing a blue short-sleeved shirt, made a call and deliberately walked very slowly. He just wanted these guys who were wearing formal clothes to stand in the scorching sun for a while.

The three Japanese are fine. On such a formal occasion, they are used to wearing full formal outfits, no matter how hot they are, they can tolerate it.

But our country does not have such regulations or requirements.

In the news broadcast, as long as it is not to receive foreign politicians, even national leaders wear short-sleeved shirts, whether they are inspecting or attending meetings. Therefore, Managers Liu and Du Min of foreign trade companies that cater to the Japanese have worked very hard, trying to loosen their collars without any trace from time to time, or wipe the oily sweat on their foreheads.

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

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