The sky is blue, the sea is blue, and seagulls are flying.
Shi Zhijian stood at the port pier, with a slicked back hair, a black suit, shiny leather shoes, and a briefcase in his left hand, looking like a successful man.
The Lion will stay in Yokohama Port for three days, and Shi Zhijian only has three days to order the machines here. According to Zeng Wenju's words, "it will set sail in three days, even if the emperor is late, he won't wait!"
The three days are really tight. Shi Zhijian is unfamiliar with Yokohama and there are so many factories here. Who knows which one has the machine he wants?
At this moment, Shi Zhijian was standing on the dock looking high-spirited, but in fact he had a headache.
"Crack! Click!"
The spotlight flashed and someone took a picture of him.
Shi Zhijian turned around and saw a short, fat man with a camera around his neck taking pictures of him.
Before Shi Zhijian could react, the short fat man came over with a smile on his face and said in Cantonese: "I'm sorry, sir! You looked so stylish just now, I couldn't help but help you take a few photos."
a photograph!"
so good?
Either rape or theft!
Shi Zhijian scratched the bridge of his nose with his fingers, "But I don't know how much I have to pay for these stylish photos?"
"It's not much, 500 yen per piece!" The short, fat man rubbed his hands and smiled enthusiastically, "I graduated from the Photography Department of Tokyo National University, and my skills are incredible!"
500 yen is almost ten times more expensive than a regular photo studio!
Shi Zhijian nodded and glanced behind the pudgy man, but there was a small wooden cart. There was a sign on the cart that read "Travel Photography" in Chinese and Japanese. There were various things stuffed on the cart, including beer and drinks.
Wafer biscuits, etc., and even clogs, slippers, toothbrushes and towels, it is a completely mobile "grocery store".
"500 yen? It's not expensive!" Shi Zhijian reached into his pocket and took out his wallet. He took out a hundred Hong Kong dollar bill between his index and middle fingers and shook it at the short, fat man. "According to the exchange rate, one hundred Hong Kong dollars should be ten thousand."
Five thousand yen, right?”
The short and fat man looked at the Hong Kong dollars held by Shi Zhijian, his eyes were shining, and he hurriedly said: "Of course, your calculation is very accurate."
"But I don't have any change, I only have this big money, what should I do?"
"This is easy!" The short, fat man hurriedly took out a wad of yen and said to Shi Zhijian, "I can exchange it with you!"
"But I don't want to exchange it with you?" Shi Zhijian said with a smile.
"Sir, what do you mean?" The short, fat man's expression changed, and he waved his hand around.
A little girl carrying a flower basket, wearing a kimono and wearing wooden clogs came over, wiped her nose, put her hands on her hips, and stared at Shi Zhijian domineeringly.
The short and fat man introduced: "This is my daughter, a flower seller at the dock!"
A woman wrapped in a headband and plastic gloves on her hands, who had been picking seaweed nearby, walked over and faced Shi Zhijian with her hands on her hips.
The short and fat man introduced: "This is my wife, who sells seafood at the pier!"
Immediately afterwards, a man pulling a rickshaw ran over not far away. He was wearing a coarse short robe, with a strip of cloth tied around his head, and a huge "car" circled behind his legs. He spread his legs and hugged his arms, with a sinister look on his face.
Staring at Shi Zhijian.
The short, fat man introduced: "This is my brother-in-law, who pulls a rickshaw at the pier!"
After the introduction, the short and fat man stared at Shi Zhijian with a smile: "Now, sir, do you want to exchange your Hong Kong dollars?"
Shi Zhijian finally understood, this is a local snake!
"I'd better not exchange it!" Shi Zhijian smiled.
Just when the pudgy man was about to get angry, Shi Zhijian shook the money he held and stuffed it into the pudgy man's coat pocket.
The short, fat man was stunned.
Shi Zhijian patted his pocket and said in a tone as if he was rewarding a dancer: "Because I want to give you the money!"
so good?
The short, fat man stared wide-eyed, "Sir, what do you mean?"
Shi Zhijian smiled and said, "You should also be able to tell that I just came here and am not familiar with the place. I want to find someone who can speak Cantonese as a guide. It's one hundred Hong Kong dollars a day. Would you like that?"
"Of course I am willing! Sir, you are really discerning. You have found the right person! Except for me, Tanaka Jiro, no one here is suitable for the position of guide!"
"Also, dear sir, you know that I am a China expert when you hear that I speak Cantonese so well. For this reason, I also gave me a Chinese name called 'Tian Jiale'. What do you think?"
“Very good, very prosperous!”
"As long as you think it's fine, where do you want to go now?"
"If possible, Jiale, I would like to visit your company that produces instant noodle machines!" Shi Zhijian took out a cigarette and bit it in his mouth, speaking indifferently.
Tian Jiale was startled for a moment, "Okay!" and then waved to the rickshaw not far away.
Shi Zhijian was surprised, "Why don't you sit in your brother-in-law's seat?"
"His is too expensive!"
…
Bai Chi Machinery Company.
Accompanied by a person in charge, Shi Zhijian visited the company that produces instant noodle machines.
As a translator, Tian Jiale introduced at this time that Shi Zhijian was a distinguished machinery purchaser from Hong Kong. The reason why he came here to visit was to purchase the instant noodle machines here back to Hong Kong.
The person in charge took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He was still a little nervous to receive such a distinguished guest.
Nowadays, instant noodle machines can only be sold domestically and have no ability to expand overseas markets.
If we serve this distinguished guest well, we may be able to help our products be sold overseas.
"Sir, our factory ranks first in RB in terms of production scale and quality of instant noodle machines!"
"We have a total of fifty production lines, with tens of thousands of workers. It can be said that half of the people in this area rely on our factories to support themselves!"
"So I very much hope to cooperate with you and introduce our best quality machinery to you!"
The person in charge tried to keep his posture as low as possible, which was a big challenge for him.
RB people in this era highly admire Europe and America, and have always looked down upon the Chinese.
But Shi Zhijian was not an ordinary person in terms of temperament or demeanor. Especially when he didn't speak, his silent and condensed aura made people very stressed.
After the person in charge said these words, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, and then looked at Shi Zhijian, waiting for his reaction.
Shi Zhijian just nodded and stared at the machines accurately. Through observation, he found that these machines were much worse than the drawings he drew.
To be precise, what he drew on his drawings was the "automated instant noodle machinery" of the future, but the production machines in front of him were still very backward, and most of them relied on manpower.
Shi Zhijian had some calculations in his mind, and he quietly bowed and wiped the nameplate on the instant noodle machine with his fingers. It had the name and address of the company, but in terms of the main parts, Shi Zhijian found a very conspicuous name.
"Yokohama Golden Dragon Co., Ltd.".
In other words, the machine was not completed by this company independently, but was assembled!
Seeing Shi Zhijian's little gesture, the person in charge thought he was checking the machine's hygiene, and hurriedly said: "Mr. Shi, please rest assured, our company has very high hygiene requirements for machines. Not only does it require every employee to wear white work clothes, sanitary caps and masks,
They are also required to clean it three times a day in the morning, noon and evening, and be sure to keep it clean!”
Shi Zhijian then turned around and smiled at the person in charge, saying: "Very good, let me think about it!"
Shi Zhijian's lukewarm answer made the person in charge feel a bit at a loss and didn't understand where he went wrong.
Why should we consider it? Their machines are the best here. He looked at Tian Jiale with pleading eyes.
Tian Jiale was as confused as him, but he couldn't pretend not to understand, so he smiled and said: "Sorry, we Chinese like to 'compare others' when doing business! So we have to go to other manufacturers to have a look!"
The person in charge rolled his eyes and said to himself: "How can you be so wretched as a Chinese? You are a Japanese traitor!"
