Chapter 513

The Japanese customers came to investigate this matter and needed everyone's cooperation. Specifically, it needed the cooperation of the little guys in the village.

Although the old people over 70 years old in the village have experienced the era when the little Japan was raging, they have a sense of propriety, but those little guys who have gone to elementary school don't know much.

But there is the little hero Yu Lai in the language, the second child of the cowherd king in the music book, and the little soldier Zhang Ga in the movie, which leads to a very simple hatred of Little Japan, and usually holds a wooden stick as a gun and pretends to be the Eighth Route Army to fight devils.

If today when we led Sato and the others into the village, those little guys sang "On the morning of September 16th, the enemy swept up a ravine," or "Chopped the devils' heads with a big knife," or held It's really embarrassing to shoot a small wooden stick, squinting at them, and "chirp" "chirp" in the mouth.

So in fact, since last night, the parents have been urging the little ones, and they will explain kindly, "The people who will come tomorrow are here to do business. With them, the business of the food factory will be better. Our wages will also be more, and we can buy you more good clothes, more delicious food and fun things, so be polite to those Japanese,"

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

While having breakfast, Wang Changning searched inside and out, "Yiping, where is your father?"

It is a family rule that when eating, one has to wait for the host to sit down before using the chopsticks, especially when Feng Zhenchang is an elder.

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

In fact, Feng Zhenchang himself was quite concerned and nervous about visiting the Japanese. Now he is unwilling to lose face in front of anyone, let alone a foreigner or a Japanese this time?

I also went to the factory early in the morning. Needless to say, I will definitely check around. The main thing is not to pay attention, but to try to present the best side to the Japanese.

At the provincial capital airport, Gao Zhiyi took a classmate from the School of Foreign Languages ​​who was intensively studying Japanese—especially, the male classmate, holding a sign with Sato Jiro written in Chinese, waiting at the exit.

He felt a little strange, the OL in a blue suit on the opposite side was always looking this way, specifically, looking at him, and beside her, there was a man in a suit who also held a sign upside down in his hand.

He thought about it seriously, and he really didn't know those two people. What's the situation? He understands that he is the kind of person who belongs to Neixiu, and he usually doesn't attract the attention of strange girls.

"It's fake, it's thirty-four or five degrees today, and you're still wearing a suit," Gao Zhiyi looked at them in formal attire, secretly contemptuously, but seeing the OL on the opposite side looked over, he quickly turned his head and straightened his back by the way .

"Just look at it, but brother, I have long been famous,"

Facts have proved that 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 thought it looked familiar, and asked Xiao Jiang next to him, "Xiao Jiang, what do you see?" Look at the other side,"

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

What does this mean?

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

Sato still looked like a high-ranking person, with a stern face, and Nanako, whose face did not match her figure, moved very well. When she saw the signs on both sides, she bowed respectively. Gao Zhiyi was sure when he saw this, and he was here to pick up the Japanese. There is another one!

After the three parties were introduced together, he finally knew the identities of the two opposites. The man in the suit, surnamed Liu, was an employee of a foreign trade company, and the woman was the daughter of the owner of the provincial Fengyuan Food Factory, Fengyuan and Jiasheng Food. The products of the factory, of course, have some overlap.

"I'm sorry Gao Jun. Manager Liu has been in contact with our business company. Mr. Du's food factory is also of good quality. I hope we can stop by for a visit. It's really rude not to inform you in advance!" Bow, Nanako's attitude is very correct.

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

Having said that, Gao Zhiyi still doesn't understand that this is of course the method of the Japanese, hoping to provoke us to bargain.

As for Du Min's family's food factory, the Sato trading company's order is only one hundred thousand dollars a year, which is worth fighting for, not to mention the high price that Jiasheng gave Sato, even if it was half the price, they could still make a profit.

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 the matter of cooperation, and has already waited for a few senior drivers in the factory. Wait a moment, 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, the choice of this car was also in favor 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 also tidied up today, his hair was neatly cut, and his beard was cleanly shaved.

"It's nothing." Feng Yiping stood in front of 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 all right!"

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

It stands to reason that the Japanese are the kind of people who follow the rules to the point of rigidity. Since the two sides have already set the schedule for such transnational business activities, it stands to reason that the situation like today will definitely not happen.

But if it happened, it could 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 such a fuss? What's more, this list, for the current Jiasheng Food Factory, is definitely a pleasure, if there is no, there will be no!

As soon as Feng Zhenchang heard what he said, he immediately said, "How about we lower the price a little?"

"It's useless to lower the price. Let's lower it. The one that popped up today will definitely lower it again." Feng Yiping was tired of fighting priceless price wars and made up his mind a long time ago. This time, since he is not a middleman, It is the manufacturer, and will never follow those colleagues who were not born in the same year, the same month, and the same day, and kill each other until they die in the same year, the same month, and the same day.

"I believe that even if Fengyuan's dried radish looks the same as ours, it certainly doesn't taste like ours, so there is no comparison, so why should we lower the price?"

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

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

Radishes are just like potatoes. They look similar, but they taste completely 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 considered unique, and they can replace fruits.

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

"It's not easy, there are many reasons," Feng Yiping said with a smile, Dad, this is still too real.

Gao Zhiyi, who was wearing a blue short-sleeved shirt, walked slowly after making the phone call. He just wanted these tricksters in formal suits to stand a little longer under the scorching sun.

The three Japanese were fine, they were used to wearing full suits on such formal occasions, and they could bear it no matter how hot it was.

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

In the news broadcast, as long as they are not receiving foreign dignitaries, even state leaders wear short-sleeved shirts whether they are inspecting or holding meetings. Therefore, Manager Liu and Du Min of the foreign trade company that caters to the Japanese have a hard time holding back, and try their best from time to time. Loosen your collar without a trace, or wipe the oily sweat off your forehead.

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