On this day, as usual, I arrived at the office early. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Turn on the computer, habitually I clicked on the mailbox, a total of five except for three spam emails, one is the network provider to urge the payment of service fees, the other is very unfamiliar.

The subject of the email is: I hope to visit your company - Shenzhen CMA company Wang.

I clicked on the email and browsed it, and it turned out to be a trader, because in addition to acting as an agent for parts and components of various automation products imported from Japan, they also wanted to act as an agent for my company's products, and wanted to visit my company.

The email was sent at half past six yesterday afternoon, and the sender was a person surnamed Wang of the company, and the full name of the company was: CMA International Trade (Shanghai) Co., Ltd. Shenzhen Branch. From the formatted tone at the beginning and end of the email, it can be seen that this is supposed to be a Japanese-funded trading company, and there are a lot of Japanese business words that are taken care of.

It's not common for customers to meet directly with us because 99% of my clients have been called by phone. For business reasons, I politely replied to the effect that I have time tomorrow morning and can meet!

In less than an hour, the other party returned and determined the specific time: ten o'clock tomorrow morning!

Based on the name of the company, I started searching online.

Soon, I found out about this trading company registered in Shanghai, which is indeed a Japanese-owned company, registered in March 2004, and has been in China for more than 10 years. It is mainly engaged in the trading business of automation equipment and its peripheral parts, and there is nothing special about it.

I didn't find anything interesting, so I didn't pay attention to anything else and moved on to other tasks.

The next morning, at 10 o'clock, they arrived at my office on time, which was not surprising to me, because I had the impression that the Japanese were always very punctual.

To my surprise, the other party turned out to be two young people in their twenties, one was a translator, surnamed Wang, who sent me an email, and the other was named Morita Shigeru, who was Japanese.

The surname Wang is about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, called Wang Chengyan, he is not tall, short and fat, only about 1.65 meters, wearing a pair of eyes, although it is short-sighted, but its eyeballs are very large, round face, smiling, it looks easier to get along with. But his eyes flickered from time to time, and he didn't look like an easy lord to associate with.

And the young man named Morita Shigeru is very thin, very tall, at least one meter seven or eight, and his gestures are very elegant, typical of Japanese style. But I'm a little surprised, it's the first time I've seen such a tall little devil in my heart.

The guests sat down, exchanged business cards, made introductions, and then I showed them around my factory.

After they explained their intentions, to the effect that their company had just set up a branch in Shenzhen, and the business had just been carried out, due to the business in Japan, and a Japanese-funded printing equipment manufacturer in Longgang, Shenzhen, recently, the company needed relevant equipment, and the CMA side was not very clear about the technology, after all, they were traders, and the purpose of looking for me was to let me do their OEM.

I was not surprised by this, because this is a very normal business activity for this type of trader, so I gladly agreed.

That morning, they didn't stay to eat together, and went back, and the specific schedule of visiting that company needed to wait for Morita's reply.

A few days later, I took a mechanical engineer and an electrical engineer from the company to visit the Japanese company with Morita and the others, and the results were very satisfactory to me.

That night, I hosted a banquet for the two Morita at a restaurant.

During the banquet, the guests and hosts talked happily.

First of all, I praised Morita for his young and promising talents, who were sent to China to be in charge of the company less than a year ago, and had a bright future.

Morita was very modest, saying that it was the president of their company, and he was just getting started. To put it mildly, it's just some hypocrisy at the wine table.

Since I know a little bit about Japanese, I still need that Wang Chengyan to translate most of my conversations, which I always find very inconvenient. And I always feel that Morita said a lot of things, and Wang Chengyan didn't tell me completely.

Especially when Morita was a little drunk, he often popped up the word "seven-eighty-three", but I knew that it was definitely not a number, because the pronunciation of numbers in Japanese was completely different.

It's a lot like a person's name, because the Japanese like to add a 'san' after a person's name, or hear it as 'three'.

So, I asked Wang Chengyan: "Mr. Wang, what does Moritasan (Morita) mean by 'seven-eighty-three'?"

Wang Chengyan was stunned, but immediately replied that it was nothing, it was just Morita's mantra.

When Wang Chengyan answered me, I clearly saw a look of alarm flashing in his eyes.

Suddenly, a trace of unhappiness flashed in my heart, and I said: What the hell is this trade secret?

Then, Wang Chengyan said something to Morita again, I didn't understand it at all, but this sentence obviously shook Morita a lot, because he quickly sobered up a lot. Then there were polite remarks about rudeness.

Later, Morita also said consciously or unintentionally that he was very fond of collecting and hoped to find some good collectibles in China in the future.

At that time, I didn't care, and I couldn't help but be a little stunned, and said in my heart: A hairy little devil will know how to collect?!

After dinner, everyone dispersed.

In the days that followed, Morita would come to my company to play with nothing to do, and from time to time he would like to invite me to his place to see his collection.

I didn't care at all, I just thought that such a young man shouldn't be so playful, career is the most important thing. But I began to feel that something was wrong in my heart.

That afternoon, on the way home, Wen Jing called me and said that she was wandering around Huayuan Street and asked me to go to her.

When I met Wen Jing, she was trying on a pair of shoes, and when she saw that I was coming, she didn't raise her head and asked, "Silly melon, what are you busy with lately, always socializing outside?"

I know she's complaining, I haven't been shopping with her for almost a week!

"I've recently found a new partner, and I'm a bit busy!" I scoffed.

"Even the fat man hasn't come out to play with us for so long!" Wen Jing stood up and walked over in front of the mirror, changing angles from time to time to look at her feet.

"How is it, silly melon, do these shoes look good?" Wen Jing walked up to me and lifted her foot.

Although Wen Jing is very tall, her feet are very small, thirty-four yards are slightly smaller, and thirty-five yards feel bigger.

So even claimed that it was good. But Wen Jing honestly and unceremoniously asked the salesperson to make the bag, and then pointed her eyes at me.

I smiled and went straight to the front desk to pay the bill.

When the two walked out of the shoe store, Wen Jing asked me if I wanted to eat Japanese food. To be honest, I don't like that stuff at all, and once I went on a business trip to Japan, and for a week, I had to live on instant noodles and cookies for seven days. In particular, what kind of soup is similar to the water we feed pigs in the countryside, and I feel disgusting when I smell it.

In order not to ruin her fun, I also wanted to take the opportunity to make up for not accompanying her in the past few days, so I agreed.

When we entered a restaurant called Tokyo, we were greeted by a couple of waiters in kimonos and ushered us to a private room. I see that they are all fake foreign devils, but they all speak Japanese very well.

Wen Jing ordered a few things, and then began to complain to me again: "Why do you make so much money? You have to learn to enjoy life! You can't see anyone all day long!"

In desperation, I had no choice but to tell her about the recent events.

After listening to me, Wen Jing didn't ask for details, just frowned, and said, "Your customer is so strange?"