Xiao Zhao had a lot of dark circles under his eyes, followed behind Ou Boyang and Xiao Yu, and smiled at Feng Yiping, who was standing at the door of the booth, from a distance, and raised the two folders in his hand, and said at the other end, "Two copies!"

In that way, it's like a child who has achieved something and is in a hurry to let adults know.

It seems that they didn't work in vain last night.

Tian Naigui still cares about Jiasheng's side very much, but now he is a little stammering, watching the three people pass in front of the booth, he squeezed out a smile on his face, as a result, the three completely ignored him, and were anxious to find Feng Yiping and Jin Ling to report the good news.

He turned around a little stupidly, and muttered something in his mouth, "The blind cat meets the dead mouse." ”

Although he didn't say anything, Xiao Xu looked at the shape of his mouth and understood what the boss said, and said in his heart, it's a blind cat and a dead mouse, this is not a collision, this is a large group.

Also as a foreign trade personnel, Xiao Xu is now convinced by several peers on Jiasheng's side, and the order, especially such a foreign trade order, can't play any tricks, relying on real skills.

"It's hard!" Feng Yiping comforted the three of them, Jin Ling took the contract, glanced at it, and praised it, "Not bad!"

"Yes!" said the three of them almost in unison.

Although they don't have the dark circles under their eyes like Xiao Zhao, Ou Boyang and Xiao Yu are the same, although they are in good spirits, they still look a little tired, and their current state can be said to be a little excited.

"Continue to work hard, Mr. Jin has arranged it, and when the exhibition is over, I will give you a day off and have a good night's sleep. Feng Yiping borrowed Jin Ling and made a wish for him.

"Oh yes!" extra vacation, everyone loves.

"In my opinion, these customers who are interested in signing contracts should first take them to the factory to take a look around and take a look at the field, which is more effective than our words. Ou Boyang still remembers the first day of his mouth and was disliked by everyone. I always wanted to overturn the case for my unintentional mistake at that time.

"yes, it seems to work better that way. ”

Jokes are jokes, such things that are really good for business, Xiao Zhao and Xiao Yu both expressed their support.

"That's understandable. We are not familiar with the customer, so we must see the letter of credit before shipping, and even feel that the letter of credit is not insured, after receiving the order, they will be asked to pay a part of the payment in advance, and the balance will be paid in full before delivery.

The same is true for customers. Thousands of miles, for our company, only know a paper address, on the order to open a letter of credit or payment, and the legal system of the country on both sides of the transaction is not the same, they are naturally not down-to-earth, of course, to go to the field after a rest assured, maybe some customers will also entrust a lawyer to check our registration information.

A field visit to the factory is the most basic practice and guarantee for risk control. Feng Yiping said.

Trust and credit, these two things are for the two parties who are just starting to trade. It's all ethereal, and it can only be established in future cooperation and exchanges.

"That's some people who want to sign a contract on the spot, and let him go to the factory for a trip before making a decision?" asked Xiao Zhao.

"It's okay, maybe it's the same as Mr. Raymond, at this time, as long as 300,000, after going to the factory to see it, sign a bigger order?" Jin Ling said with a smile.

The general domestic exhibition lasts only three to five days, and most of them are three days. At this point, exhibitors should be ready to pack up and leave the exhibition, and those who are too lazy to bring back the exhibits should really be in tears.

But for the Canton Fair. On the third day, it was the beginning of the show, and many buyers had already screened it, and today they wanted to talk about the details with the manufacturers in the photo one by one, so relatively speaking, there were fewer people shopping today. The negotiation area is very lively.

At lunchtime, Feng Yiping and the others had one more preferential treatment, and the staff of the Department of Foreign Trade and Economic Cooperation actually helped them deliver a box lunch, which was really a bit of a public servant.

Feng Yiping sincerely thanked him, if he went to buy it himself, he would have to queue for at least half an hour.

Mental work is actually very physically demanding, the three of them took turns to talk to the customer, at noon, the lunch was very fragrant, among the bagged pickles brought by Feng Yiping, everyone unanimously liked dried radish, spicy with a little natural sweetness, even Tian Naigui, a guy who came to the door with the idea of repairing and remedying the relationship, also took a bag and left.

Then, next door to the left and right, cooked and uncooked, as long as it is in the province, they all speak the hometown dialect to ask for it, and even those who bought foreign fast food also eat dried radish sandwiched in hamburgers, which is very rich in the characteristics of my Great Heavenly Empire.

In short, at noon, the left and near this piece are filled with the smell of spicy dried radish.

A general-looking, but well-established working woman, very respectfully one step behind, accompanied by a meticulously dressed in a blue suit, with a serious face, but a middle-aged man who is not tall passed by not far away, the man suddenly sucked lightly on the wing of his nose, and said a few words.

"Hi," the woman walked to a booth next to her and asked a few words, and a young man smiled and pointed to Feng Yiping, so, after a while, Feng Yiping, who was chatting while eating, found that a man and a woman had come to the booth.

"Hi, excuse me, I'm Nanako Matsumoto, and this is our minister, Mr. Sato," Nanako Matsumoto bowed before saying in non-standard Mandarin.

"Hello, is there anything I can do to help you?" Feng Yiping and the others didn't sit there arrogantly, but no one returned the salute, Xiao Zhao hurriedly wiped his mouth and went up to ask.

The man surnamed Sato in the back saw a few packets of dried radishes scattered on the table, "I'm sorry, I can't do this," he made a gesture of eating.

For the Japanese, in addition to the protagonists of those films that I treasured on my computer later, such as Mr. Cang and Mr. Takizawa...... In addition, Feng Yiping generally has no good impression, and there is no reason.

All, although I would like to say to this short man who has the same yellow skin and black hair as himself, but can see at a glance that he is different from the Chinese people on his face, "There is a big garbage can," or "Stay where it is hot,"

However, this is a formal occasion after all, and it is not good to be so angry, "It's okay," and he also took the initiative to help him tear the gap.

Nanako thoughtfully took out a pack of wet wipes and wiped Sato's hands, Feng Yiping couldn't see their hypocrisy, and took out a pair of extra disposable chopsticks, "Use this,"

"Thank you!" Sato nodded, took a dried radish and put it in his mouth, and then showed the expression of the lonely gourmand Matsushige Yutaka after eating the food, he enjoyed it very much, he tasted it for a while, stretched out his thumb to Feng Yiping, and then glanced at Nanako.

Nanako bowed again, and handed over a business card, Feng Yiping looked at it, although he couldn't read Japanese characters, but he knew half of it, Sato Trading Company?

"I'm sorry, we are a convenience store company, and our minister thinks that this pickled radish is very good, so it is inconvenient for Fang to sell us a few packs?" asked Nanako, who looked blind to her good figure.

Feng Yiping glanced at Jin Ling, and actually ran into a Japanese colleague, "No problem, if you like it, I will give it to you, but this kind of kimchi is a product of our group's subordinate companies, if you have any problems, just tell me." ”

Feng Yiping guessed that they took kimchi over, and it was nothing more than to contact the food factory according to the address and phone number above.

"That's great!" Nanako said to Sato in the house, Sato bowed very standardly, and handed over a business card with both hands, Feng Yiping looked at it, Keiji Sato, and he also returned a business card of his own.

"Mr. Feng, is it convenient for us to talk now?"

"Yes, if you have any questions, you can ask. ”

"Has this radish been pesticide-applied?" Nanako translated Sato's question.

"No, all natural and organic food, even chemical fertilizers are useless, you can go and inspect them at any time. ”

In my hometown, only the rice in the field can be sprayed with pesticides, but no one can use pesticides in the vegetable garden.

Not to mention the problem of residues and other problems, in addition to spending some time and effort to grow vegetables in your own vegetable garden, it does not cost money, pesticides, but you have to spend money to buy.

What's more, radishes, which grow in the ground, have always been planted extensively.

Sato nodded, "Can you make this kind of dried radish into the same specification?"

"No problem," Little Japan really has this rigid virtue, but this problem is easy to solve.

After listening to Feng Yiping's offer of doubling the original retail price, Sato had no opinion, and after that, professional questions such as settlement methods, inspection, and consignment were all answered by Ou Boyang.

The other booths that were gradually getting busy looked at the movement here, and looked at Feng Yiping and Ou Boyang taking two Japanese to sign a contract, and they were all a little envious, jealous and hateful, is this too child's play.

A few people next door heard the approximate amount, around 100,000 US dollars, Tian Naigui came over to congratulate him as soon as possible, Xiao Xu was over there, looking at a few people walking towards the signing area, and muttered to himself, "Is this still a heavenly reason?" (To be continued.) )