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Chapter 181 Can We Talk?

Japan, Tokyo streets.

"Look at China's military technology products. Powerful cleaning agents can clean stoves and toilets. One spray is effective!"

Bei Dao was standing on the sidewalk, shouting at the top of his lungs.

There were two exhibition boards behind him, with some enlarged photos posted on them. Each pair of photos looked like two different scenes. There were also a pile of cooking pots piled on both sides of him, with the one on the left

The bottoms of the pots were all black, and the surface of the pots were also stained with oil. It looked like they had been used for a long time and had not been cleaned. The pot on the right was all shiny and looked like a new pot.

"Are you a pot seller?"

A passerby asked in surprise.

There is no shortage of melon eaters everywhere, even in a country like Japan where watermelons are ridiculously expensive. When I saw someone shouting on the street, a group of people gathered around me soon after.

"No, ma'am, I'm not selling pot. Everyone, I'm introducing a powerful cleaning agent from China. Yes, this is China's secret high-tech product, which was previously only used in China's military industry.

"It can easily remove dirt on the stove and toilet. Please see, the photos behind me show the cleaning effect."

As he spoke, he turned around and began to explain to passers-by the photos on the display board behind him. Listening to his explanation, the passers-by finally understood. It turned out that the two photos in a group on the display board were taken at the same place, namely

The stove, range hood or bathroom at home.

However, the previous photo was taken before cleaning. There was thick dirt on the utensils. I don’t know where Kitajima Masanobu found such dirty places. The latter photo is the effect after cleaning. The metal

On the floor, the tiles were glowing with light, and even the water in the toilet looked blue, making people have the urge to take a sip.

"Are you saying that this is all the result of cleaning with the Chinese cleaning agent you mentioned?" someone asked.

"Yes, that's right!" Masanobu Kitajima asked.

"But how do you prove this?" someone argued.

Bei Dao stretched out his hand and saw that there were already many people gathered around him, then he showed an exaggerated expression and said, "I can prove it to everyone now."

After that, he picked up a dirty cooking pot from the left, handed it to a middle-aged woman, and said, "Madam, please see if the dirt on this pot is real?"

The middle-aged woman looked at it with disgust and said, "Indeed, it looks quite dirty, but who knows..."

"You can use this to scrape it." Bei Dao said as he stretched out a knife.

The middle-aged woman did have some Japanese craftsmanship. She took the knife and scraped the bottom of the pot twice. Everyone around saw it. The knife did scrape off some dirt, but the color of the bottom of the pot was still black.

Huhu, indicating that the dirt is very thick. This is indeed the most common type of dirt on the wok, and it is not some deception trick used by Bei Dao.

"Look, everyone, I'm going to perform a magic trick for you!"

Bei Daozheng took out a small watering can and pressed it twice on the bottom of the cooking pot. Everyone smelled a slightly pungent sour smell. After waiting for half a minute, Bei Daozheng took out the spoonful of food.

The knife gently scraped the bottom of the pot again, and large swaths of dirt fell off.

Then, Masanobu Kitajima sprayed some cleaning agent on the bottom of the pot, then picked up a wet rag and wiped it. The bottom of the pot immediately turned metallic blue-grey.

“So amazing!”

Everyone exclaimed and their eyes were straightened.

Ninety percent of the people who are interested in watching this kind of performance are housewives. Who doesn’t know how difficult it is to clean the dirt from cooking fumes? For a scaled pot bottom like this, you need to scrape it with a knife and then polish it with sandpaper.

, you have to spray detergent repeatedly to wash away the oil stains, which is time-consuming and labor-intensive.

There are also chemical cleaning agents on the market that claim to "wash away dirt and remove dirt", but the difference between the buyer's show and the seller's show is really big, and the cleaners with slightly better effects are simply strong sulfuric acid and have a pungent smell.

It smells bad, and you can't touch it directly with your hands unless you have a two-inch thick callus on your hands.

But the smell of the cleaning agent introduced by the wretched-looking salesman in front of me was only slightly unpleasant, which was completely within the tolerable range. When he sprayed the cleaning agent on the bottom of the pot with a spray bottle, he did nothing at all.

For protection, I used a rag to wipe the bottom of the pot, and my hands did not suffer any damage.

Looking at the effect, it is a blast. Compared with the various "one-wash" products sold in shopping malls, they are simply scum.

"Sir, what brand of cleaning agent are you using?"

"I think your cleaning agent shouldn't be very expensive, right?"

"Can I buy a bottle now?"

Everyone got excited and pushed forward one after another. Some even tried to take advantage of the chaos and take away Bei Dao's watering can that was lying on the ground.

"Don't be anxious, everyone, listen to me!"

Bei Dao was shouting loudly:

"The product I am introducing now will soon be put on the market in large quantities. Its price will be very low, with the price of each bottle not exceeding 3,000 yen. One bottle is enough for a family to use for a year.

"Tokusatsu Co., Ltd. is the general agent of this cleaning agent in Japan. We are now recruiting wholesalers. Several supermarket chains have already signed purchasing contracts with us. The first batch of products will be shipped from China next week!

"This is our promotional page, please pay attention to market news in a timely manner!"

As he spoke, he pulled a bag from behind, took out a stack of leaflets, and distributed them to everyone.

A group of melon-eaters exchanged their thoughts with each other and left. Bei Dao was raising his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. He was about to sit down and rest for a while to welcome the next group of onlookers when he saw a man in a suit walking from the side.

The casual middle-aged man bowed before opening his mouth:

"Hello, my name is Kurokawa Tomohide, and I am the purchasing manager of Tashiro Club. May I ask you how to address me?"

"My name is Kitajima Masanobu, and I am the sales manager of Tokusatsu Co., Ltd."

Kitajima Masanobu also bowed to the other party, and then announced his identity. He was embarrassed to say that he was also the chairman, general manager, administrative director and financial director of Tokusatsu Corporation, because these identities were really inconsistent with his current image.

It's impossible to match, and a position like sales manager is very flexible.

"I'm sorry, Kitajima-kun, can we talk?"

Kurokawa Tomohide asked politely.

He had noticed that although Bei Dao's face looked very calm, his legs were shaking slightly.

Kurokawa Tomohide has enough confidence to believe that this is not because Kitajima Masanobu is too tired, but because his background puts pressure on the other party.

Tokusatsu Co., Ltd., is this name among the top 500 consumer goods agents in Japan?

How could such a company, which is so small that it is invisible to the naked eye, not kneel in front of Tashiro Corporation?


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