Reborn 92's Business Tycoon

Chapter 441: Is there still justice in the world?

With a big black eye, Zhao followed Ouboyang and Yu. From a distance, he smiled at Feng Yiping, who was standing at the entrance to the booth, and waved the two folders in his hands. He said from there, 'Two copies!'

He looked like a child who had achieved something and was eager to let an adult know.

It seems that they didn't work hard for nothing last night.

Tian Naogui is still very concerned about Jiasheng, but he is now a bit fawning. Watching the three of them pass in front of the booth, he squeezed a smile on his face. As a result, the three completely ignored him and hurried to Feng Yiping and Jin Ling to report the good news.

He turned around a bit sulkily and muttered, 'A blind cat meets a dead mouse.'

Although the words did not come out, Xiao Xu read the boss's lips and understood what he had said. He thought to himself, it's true that it was a blind cat and a dead mouse, but it wasn't just one, it was a whole bunch.

As a foreign trade employee, Xiao Xu now respected a few of his colleagues at Jiasheng. When it comes to orders, especially foreign trade orders like this, there's no room for tricks, it's all about real ability.

'You've worked hard!' Feng Yiping praised the three. Jin Ling took over the contract and glanced at it, then praised it too, saying, "Not bad!'

'You deserve it!" The three said almost in unison.

Although they didn't have dark circles under their eyes like Zhao did, Ou Yang and Yu also looked a little tired, despite being in good spirits. Their current state could be described as being a little overexcited.

'Keep up the good work. President Jin has everything arranged. After the exhibition, you'll get a day off to sleep in.' Feng Yiping wished him luck, using Jin Ling as an excuse.

'Yes!' Everyone likes extra holidays.

'In my opinion, if there are customers who are interested in signing a contract, we should take them on a tour of the factory first. Seeing the place for themselves is more effective than all the words we can say.' Ou Yang is still thinking about how he was disliked by everyone on the first day because he was so talkative, and he has been trying to defend himself for his careless mistake.

'Yes, it seems like this would be more effective.'

Although it was a joke, Zhao and Yu both support this as it is really good for business.

'It's easy to understand. We don't know our customers well, so we must see the letter of credit before shipping. We don't even feel safe with the letter of credit, so after accepting the order, we ask them to pay a portion of the money in advance, and we won't ship the goods until the balance is paid in full.

It's the same for the customer. They've travelled a long way, and all we know about the company is an address on a piece of paper. They place an order and open a letter of credit or make a payment. And the legal systems of the two countries involved in the transaction are different, so naturally they don't feel at ease. Of course they want to conduct a site visit before they feel at ease, and some customers may even commission a lawyer to check our registration information.

Going to the factory for a site visit is the most basic way to control risk and ensure it,' Feng Yiping said.

Trust and credibility are both very intangible things for two parties that are just starting to trade with each other, and can only be established through future cooperation and exchanges.

'So what if some people want to sign a contract on the spot? Can we let them go to the factory and then make a decision?' Xiao Zhao asked.

'That's fine. Maybe, just like Mr Raymond, they'll only need 300,000 yuan at this time, but after they've seen the factory, they'll sign a bigger order?' Jin Ling said with a smile.

Domestic exhibitions usually last three to five days, most of them three days. By now, exhibitors should be packing up and leaving, and those who don't want to take their exhibits back should really be having a big sale.

However, for the Canton Fair, the third day is when the main event begins. Many buyers have already screened the products, and today they will talk to the manufacturers they like about the details. So today, relatively speaking, there are fewer people just browsing, and the negotiation area is very lively.

At lunchtime, Feng Yiping and the others received an additional preferential treatment. The staff of the Foreign Trade and Economic Cooperation Office actually brought them lunch boxes, which was quite the public servant-like gesture.

Feng Yiping sincerely thanked them, because if they had gone to buy their own lunch, they would have had to queue for at least half an hour.

Mental work is actually very physically demanding. The three of them, who took turns to talk to customers, ate their lunch boxes very happily. Among the bagged pickles that Feng Yiping had brought, everyone agreed that the most popular one was dried radish. It had a natural sweetness mixed with a little spice. Even Tian Naogui, who had come to the meeting with the idea of repairing and mending the relationship, took a bag.

Then, people from the left and right next door, whether they knew each other or not, all asked for them in their native dialect as long as they were from the province. Even those who bought Western fast food also put the dried radish in the burger and ate it, which is very characteristic of our great country.

In short, at noon, the whole area was filled with the smell of spicy dried radish.

A middle-aged man of average appearance but good build, respectfully keeping one step behind, accompanied a meticulous-looking middle-aged man in a blue suit, who was short and serious, as they walked past from a distance. The man suddenly gave a soft sniff and muttered something.

'Hi,' the woman walked over to a booth next to them and asked a few questions. A young man smiled and pointed towards Feng Yiping. So, in a short while, Feng Yiping and the others, who were eating and chatting, noticed a man and a woman come up to the booth.

'Hi, excuse me, I'm Matsumoto Nanako, and this is our minister, Mr. Sato,' Matsumoto Nanako bowed first, then spoke in a not-quite-standard Mandarin.

'Hello, how can I help you?' Feng Yiping and the others didn't feel comfortable just sitting there, but no one returned the greeting, so Zhao quickly wiped his mouth and asked.

The man with the surname Sato behind them saw the packets of dried radish scattered on the table, "I'm sorry, can I have some of this?" He made a motion of eating.

Feng Yiping generally has no good impression of the Japanese, except for the protagonists of those films that he later treasured in his computer, such as *** and Mr. Takizawa... etc., and there is no reason for it.

Therefore, although he really wanted to say to this short man, who, like himself, had yellow skin and black hair, but whose difference from the Chinese could be seen at a glance on his face, 'There's a big one over there by the trash can,' or 'Go stay where it's hot,'

But this is a formal occasion after all, so he shouldn't be so cynical. 'It's fine,' and he even offered to help him tear open the package.

Nanae thoughtfully took out a pack of wet wipes to wipe Sato's hands, but Feng Yiping couldn't stand their pretentiousness and took out a pair of extra disposable chopsticks, 'Use these,'

'Thank you!' Sato nodded, picked up a dried radish and put it in his mouth, then revealed the expression of a lonely gourmet after eating, very satisfied. He reflected for a while, gave Feng Yiping a thumbs-up, 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, he knew at least half of it. Sato Trading Company? It looked like a family business.

'Sorry, we are a convenience store company. Our manager thinks these pickled radishes are very good, so is it convenient to sell us a few packs?' Nanako, whose good figure was wasted on her plain face, asked.

Feng Yiping glanced at Jin Ling and actually met a Japanese colleague. 'No problem, if you like it, I'll give it all to you. However, this kind of pickles is a product of a company affiliated with our group. If you have any questions, just talk to me.'

Feng Yiping guessed that if they took the pickles there, they would simply contact the food factory at the address and phone number on the package.

'That would be great!' Nanako went on and on in Japanese to Sato, who bowed very formally and handed her a business card. Feng Yiping looked at it and saw that it was for Sato Keiji. He also handed over a business card of his own.

'Mr Feng, would it be convenient for us to have a chat now?'

'Yes, you can ask me anything.'

'Excuse me, has this radish been sprayed with pesticides?' Nanako translated Sato's question.

'No, it's purely natural organic food, not even chemical fertilizers have been used, you can go and inspect it at any time.'

Back home, only the rice in the fields is sprayed with pesticides, but no one would spray pesticides in the vegetable garden.

Not to mention problems such as residues, growing vegetables in your own vegetable garden, apart from taking time and effort, is free, pesticides, however, have to be bought.

Not to mention radishes, which grow in the ground, and have always been grown in a very extensive way.

Sato nodded, 'Can you make these dried radishes the same size?'

'No problem,' the Japanese are indeed this inflexible, but this problem is very easy to solve.

After listening to Feng Yiping's offer to double the original retail price, Sato didn't have any objections. Afterwards, professional issues such as settlement methods, inspection, and shipping were answered by Ao Boyang.

The other booths, which were gradually getting busier, looked at the commotion here and at Feng Yiping and Ou Boyang leading the two Japanese to sign the contract, feeling a little envious and jealous. This was too child's play, wasn't it?

A few of the people next door heard that the approximate amount was around 100,000 US dollars. Tian Nuoqi came over to congratulate them first. Xiao Xu was over there, watching the few people walking towards the signing area, muttering to himself, 'Is there any justice in the world?'