When a Japanese customer comes to inspect this matter, they need everyone's cooperation, specifically the cooperation of the little guys in the village.

The old people over 70 years old in the village, although they have all experienced the era of the ravages of Little Japan, they are measured, but those who went to elementary school do not know much.

But there is a little hero Yulai in the language, there is a cowherd Wang Erxiao in the music book, and I have also seen the little soldier Zhang Ga in the movie, and the director zhì is very simple and hates little Japan, usually holding a wooden stick as a gun and pretending to be the Eighth Route Army to fight devils.

It would have been embarrassing if the little ones had sung "On the morning of September 16th, the enemy swept through a ravine," or "the big knife slashed at the heads of the devils," or they had squinted at them with a small wooden stick and shot with a mock "chirp" and "chirp" in their mouths.

So in fact, since last night, the parents have been telling the little ones to explain kindly, "Those who will come tomorrow are here to do business, with them, the business of the food factory will be better, our wages will be more, we can buy you more good clothes, more delicious food and fun, so be polite to those Japanese,"

A lot of it is more direct education, "Tomorrow there will be Japanese people who will come to the village, it's okay to join in the fun, don't do anything out of line, otherwise, I'll serve on the board,"

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

The rules of the family, when eating, always wait for the male owner to sit down before moving the chopsticks, especially since Feng Zhenchang is still an elder.

"You guys eat, leave him alone," Mei Qiuping brought a few cartons 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, and when the two of us are at home, sometimes we eat three meals a day in the factory,"

Regarding the Japanese inspection, Feng Zhenchang was actually quite concerned and nervous. Now he doesn't want 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 it around, and the main thing is not to pay attention, but to try to show the best side to the Japanese.

At the provincial airport, Gao Zhiyi brought a classmate from the School of Foreign Chinese who studied Japanese - especially emphasized. A male classmate, holding a sign with Jiro Sato written in Chinese, waited at the exit.

He felt a little strange, an OL in a blue suit on the other side was always looking this way, specifically at him, beside her. There was also a man in a suit who was also carrying a sign in his hand.

He thought about it for a moment. He understands that he is the kind of person who belongs to Neixiu, and he usually does not attract the attention of strange girls.

"Fake model, thirty-four or five degrees today, and still wearing suits," looked at them in formal clothes. Gao Zhiyi secretly despised it, but when he saw the OL on the other side looking over again, he quickly turned his head and straightened his waist by the way.

"Just look at it, but brother, I have long been known as the master of grass. ”

As it turned out, he really thought too much.

When the passengers of 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 quite familiar, and asked Xiao Jiang next to him, "Xiao Jiang, look at the other side,"

Xiao Jiang looked at it, "Why are they picking 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 who was pushing the lee.

Sato is still the style of the superior, with a straight face, Nanako, whose face is not worthy of her figure, is in place, seeing the signs on both sides, she bowed her body separately, Gao Zhiyi saw this and confirmed, there is another family to pick up the Japanese!

The three parties introduced together, and he finally knew the identities of the two opposite, 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, and the products of Fengyuan and Jiasheng Food Factory were of course somewhat overlapped.

"I'm sorry Gao Jun, Manager Liu has been in contact with our trading company, Mr. Du's food factory, the product quality is also very good, I hope we can stop by to visit, without informing you in advance, it's really rude!"

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

Speaking of which, Gao Zhiyi still doesn't understand, of course, this is a Japanese method, that is, they want to provoke us to bargain ourselves.

As for Du Min's food factory, Sato Trading's order is only 100,000 US dollars a year, which is worth fighting for, not to mention that Jiasheng gives Sato such a high price, they have to earn even half of the cheaper.

In front of the Japanese, Gao Zhiyi didn't want to worry about Du Min, "It's understandable, it's just that our chairman also attaches great importance to cooperation, and he is already waiting for a few drivers in the factory, you wait a minute, I'll explain the situation to him,"

"You please,"

Du Min took the opportunity to let the person who pushed Li follow her to the car she drove, which was a Toyota Previa.

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

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

"It's nothing," Feng Yiping stood in front of the window, looked at the factory below, and listened to the regular mechanical sound, "The Japanese play some tricks, don't worry, it's okay!"

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

It stands to reason that the Japanese are the kind of goods that are rigid to the point of being disciplined, and since the two sides have already set the agenda for such a transnational business activity, it stands to reason that the situation like today will definitely not occur.

But it just appeared, which can only show that this was deliberately arranged by him.

If you have an opinion, you can express it in person, what is the point of making this one? Not to mention this list, for the current Jiasheng Food Factory, it is a solid pleasure, no, there is no it!

As soon as Feng Zhenchang heard what he said, he immediately said, "Why don't we lower the price a little?"

"It's useless to reduce the price, let's drop it, the one that came out today will definitely drop again," Feng Yiping has long been tired of fighting a headless price war, and has long made up his mind, this time, since he is not a middleman, but a producer, he will never follow those peers who were not born on the same day and month of the same year, and kill each other until they die on the same day and month of the same year.

"I believe that Fengyuan's dried radish is the same as ours in appearance, and it is definitely not our taste, so there is no comparison, so why do we need to reduce the price?"

The taste of food is actually a very idealistic thing, when you recognize a taste, how to eat others, how wrong, and Feng Yiping believes that it is the same production process, Fengyuan Food Factory can not produce the same taste of dried radish as Jiasheng.

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

Turnips, like potatoes, look much the same, but the taste is definitely different, some are a little sweet, some are a little spicy, and some are a little ......bitter in the aftertaste.

And their Feng Jiachong's radish is also unique, and it can be used as a substitute for fruit.

"However, 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 was still a little worried.

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

Gao Zhiyi, who was wearing a blue short-sleeved shirt, finished the phone call and deliberately walked very slowly, he just wanted these guys in formal clothes to stand in the hot sun for a while.

The three Japanese are okay, they are used to wearing full formal clothes on such formal occasions, and they can endure it no matter how hot it is.

But there is no such regulation in our country, or such a requirement.

In the news broadcast, as long as they are not receiving foreign dignitaries, even national leaders wear short-sleeved shirts whether they are inspecting or holding meetings, so Manager Liu and Du Min of the foreign trade company that cater to the Japanese are very hard, and from time to time try not to trace the loose collar, or wipe the oil 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, so he won't have time tomorrow. Gao Zhiyi repeated Feng Yiping's original words. (To be continued......)