Reborn 92's Business Tycoon

Chapter 513: Chapter 513: Japanese Tricks

Japanese customers are coming to investigate this matter, and everyone's cooperation is needed. To be more specific, the cooperation of the little guys in the village is needed.

Although the elderly people over 70 years old in the village have all experienced the era when the Japanese were rampaging, they know how to behave. However, the little kids who have gone to elementary school don't know much.

However, there is the little hero Yu Lai in the language textbooks, Wang Erxiao the cowherd in the music books, and the movie Zhang Ga the Little Soldier, which has led to a very simple hatred of the Japanese. They usually take a wooden stick as a gun and pretend to be the Eighth Route Army fighting the devils.

If today, when we lead Sato and the others into the village, the little ones sing, 'On the morning of the 16th of September, the enemy swept through a mountain valley,' or 'The big knife chopped at the devils' heads,' or hold a small wooden stick, squint at them, and mouth "choo-choo" to imitate shooting, it would be quite embarrassing.

So in fact, since last night, the parents have been telling their little ones over and over again, the kind ones explaining, 'Those people coming tomorrow are here to do business, and with them, the food factory will do better business and we'll get more pay, so we can buy you more nice clothes, more delicious food and fun things, so you have to be polite to the Japanese,'

and a lot of it is more direct education, 'Tomorrow, the Japanese will come to the village, it's okay to join in the fun, but don't do anything out of line, otherwise, I'll be there with the wooden paddle,'

During breakfast, Wang Changning looked inside and out, 'Yiping, where's your father?'

The family rule is that when eating, you must wait for the male host to sit down before you can start eating. Especially since Feng Zhenchang is still an elder.

'You guys eat, don't worry about him,' Mei Qiuping brought over 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. When it's just the two of us at home, sometimes we eat all three meals at the factory,'

Feng Zhenchang was actually quite concerned and nervous about the Japanese inspection. Now he didn't want to lose face in front of anyone, let alone foreigners, let alone Japanese?

He also went to the factory early in the morning. Needless to say, he would definitely inspect it all over. The main thing was not to pay attention, but to show the Japanese the best possible side.

At the provincial airport, Gao Zhiyi, with a classmate from the Institute of Foreign Languages who had polished up his Japanese – and, Gao Zhiyi emphasised, a male classmate – was waiting at the exit with a sign in Chinese that said Jiro Sato.

He felt a little strange. An office lady in a blue suit opposite was always looking over, specifically at him. Next to her was a man in a suit, also holding a sign upside down in his hand.

He thought about it carefully. He really didn't know those two people. What was going on? He understood that he was the introverted type and generally wouldn't attract the attention of strange girls.

'Pretentious. It's 30-40 degrees today, and they're still wearing suits,' Gao Zhiyi secretly despised them as he looked at their formal attire, but when he saw the OL across the street looking over again, he quickly turned his head and straightened his back.

'Look if you want, but I already have a girlfriend,'

As it turned out, he really had been thinking too much.

When Sato and Nanako's flight passengers came out, the man in a suit across the street also held up the sign in his hand. Gao Zhiyi felt that the Japanese on it looked familiar, so he asked the young man next to him, 'Xiao Jiang, take a look across the street.'

Xiao Jiang looked at it and said, 'Why are they picking up the same person as us?'

What did this mean?

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

Sato still acted like an authority figure, with a stern face. Nanako, whose face didn't match her figure, moved very appropriately. Seeing the signs on both sides, she bowed a little. Gao Zhiyi was sure that there was another family here to pick up the Japanese!

After the three parties introduced themselves, he finally knew the identities of the two people across the street. 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 Shengfengyuan Food Factory. Fengyuan and Jiasheng Food Factory's products, of course, overlapped somewhat.

'I'm sorry, Mr Gao, Manager Liu has been in contact with our trading company. General Manager Du's food factory also produces high-quality products, and we hope that we can visit your factory sometime. We apologise for not informing you in advance.' After saying this, he bowed again. Nanako's attitude was very proper when she arrived.

'The quality of our products is definitely no problem, and we definitely won't double the price before selling to your trading company,' Du Min said with a smile.

Having said that, Gao Zhiyi immediately understood that this was of course a Japanese tactic, which was to provoke us into cutting our own prices.

For Du Min's food factory, the order from Sato Trading Company was only worth 100,000 US dollars a year, but it was still worth fighting for. Not to mention that Jiasheng was offering Sato such a high price, they would still make a profit even if they cut the price in half.

In front of the Japanese, Gao Zhiyi did not want to argue with Du Min. 'It's understandable, but our chairman also attaches great importance to cooperation. He is already waiting for you at the factory. Please wait a moment while I explain the situation to him,'

'You go ahead,'

Du Min took the opportunity to tell the one carrying the suitcases to follow her to the car she had driven. It was a Toyota Prius, which was of course chosen to please the Japanese.

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

Of course, he tidied up today too, with his hair neatly combed and his beard cleanly shaven.

'Nothing,' Feng Yiping stood in front of the window, looking at the factory below and listening to the regular sound of machinery, 'the Japanese are playing a little trick, don't worry, it's fine!'

He suddenly laughed, 'haha, this Sato really has a small temper,'

Normally, the Japanese are the type of people who stick to the rules to the point of being inflexible. For this kind of multinational business activity, since both parties have already set a schedule, there is no reason for this situation to arise today.

But it has, which can only mean that he deliberately arranged it.

If you have a problem, you can express it to his face. What's the point of causing a scene like this? Besides, for the current Jiasheng Food Factory, this order is a solid gain. If not, then it's not a problem!

Upon hearing what he had said, Feng Zhenchang immediately said, 'Why don't we lower the price a bit?'

'Price cuts are useless. If we lower the price, this company that popped up today will definitely lower the price again,' Feng Yiping had long been tired of the endless price wars, and had long since made up his mind. This time, since he was not a middleman but a manufacturer, he would never follow those peers who were not born on the same day and kill each other until they died on the same day.

'I believe that Fengyuan's dried radish looks the same as ours, but it definitely doesn't taste the same as ours, so there is no comparison. So why should we lower our prices?'

The taste of food is actually a very subjective matter. Once you recognise a certain taste, no matter how you eat it, it just won't be right. 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 simple: they use different raw materials.

Radishes are similar to potatoes in that they look very similar, but taste absolutely different: some are sweet, some are spicy, and some have a bitter aftertaste.

The radishes from Fengjiachong are also unique and can be considered a substitute for fruit.

'But how are we going to tell him about the price? We're offering them a price that's much higher than the retail price in our convenience stores,' Feng Zhenchang is still a little worried.

'That's easy. There are plenty of reasons,' Feng Yiping says with a smile. His father is still too down-to-earth.

Gao Zhiyi, wearing a blue short-sleeved shirt, deliberately walks slowly after the phone call. He just wants to make these guys in formal wear who are playing tricks to stand here a little longer in the scorching sun.

The three Japanese were fine. In such formal occasions, they were used to wearing full formal attire and could endure the heat no matter how hot it got.

But there was no such rule in our country, or rather, no such requirement.

During the news broadcast, as long as it wasn't a reception for foreign dignitaries, even the national leaders, whether inspecting or attending meetings, wore short-sleeved shirts, so Manager Liu and Du Min from the foreign trade company that catered to the Japanese were quite uncomfortable. From time to time, they tried not to be noticed as they loosened their collars or wiped the sweat from their foreheads.

'Mr. Sato, our chairman welcomes you to visit other similar companies, but he says that unfortunately you don't have time today, and he won't have time tomorrow either,' Gao Zhiyi repeated Feng Yiping's exact words.