Hasegawa Yoichiro doesn't like living in Guangzhou. There is no sweet sake, fragrant Shouji, and no miso soup prepared by his wife.

The most important thing is that there is no nightlife with bright lights and wine in Shinjuku-cho.

However, he still had to stay here honestly and deal with poor and ignorant Chinese people. Although this was really boring, who made him the director of the Guangzhou service department of Wubaiban Retail Co., Ltd.

Wubaiban is Japan's leading large department store chain. Its stores are located in Japan. The company has nearly 10,000 employees, and operates various products ranging from clothing department stores to household appliances.

In the past, except for the domestic ones, the other products sold by the company were imported from Europe and the United States. However, with China's reform and opening up, some Japanese companies have also turned their attention to this long-closed country, and Five Hundred Companions are one of them.

The export commodity fair held in Guangzhou since 1957 finally played its role after the reform and opening up. The transaction volume in the spring and autumn seasons doubled from more than 4 billion US dollars before the reform to nearly 10 billion, and its growth momentum was very rapid.

China's silk fabrics have always enjoyed a high reputation internationally. Now the number of township enterprises in Guangdong, Jiangsu and Zhejiang is increasing day by day. Their clothing, shoes, socks, leather shoes and other products have gradually attracted the attention of Wubaiban Co., Ltd., starting two years ago, they have sent personnel to participate in the Canton Fair and conduct bulk procurement.

This year, a permanent agency was set up in Guangzhou to contact township enterprises in the coastal areas.

Hasegawa became the head of this peripheral institution. He was busy receiving domestic product orders every day and distributed these orders to various clothing factories, leather shoe factories, and toy factories according to needs.

He doesn't like this job very much. Chinese products are cheap. This is the truth, but the Chinese people's thoughts are too old and backward. After a few years, the clothing design is still the style that was popular a few years ago. It remains unchanged for a while. At most, it is a stripe here and a flower embroidered there. Clothing like this is thrown on the streets of Tokyo, and no one will bend down to pick it up. How can it be sold?

Therefore, he had to receive the design patterns from Tokyo and distribute them to various manufacturers to produce them according to the drawings.

If this is the case alone, it would be fine, but China's policies are too rigid. These coastal enterprises are bold and bypass policy restrictions in the form of township collective enterprises. However, the production scale is extremely limited, usually only dozens of workers, forcing Hasegawa to hand over the same style of clothing to different clothing factories for production, which has caused great trouble to his collection and quality inspection. In this regard, he and his only subordinate Osawa have complained more than once.

"Ozawa, do you still remember what Ginza looks like? In my memory, the last time I went to Ginza to drink, it seemed to be my last life!" Hasegawa raised his head from various forms and complained again.

"Yes, I miss it so much! Section Master, do you still remember the supreme bar we went to last time? There was a sister Kaori there and left me a phone number to contact her. Unfortunately, I was sent to China immediately afterwards. When I returned to Ginza, I might not be able to see her!" Osawa broke free from a large pile of plush toys, rubbed his sore waist, and said with endless aftertaste.

After finally counting all kinds of goods, they returned to the office upstairs, and a Chinese employee pushed open the door: "Secretary Director..."

"Bastard! Don't you know how to knock on the door? Are you Chinese so rude?" Hasegawa was furious and slapped in the face.

The Chinese employee was so scared that he hurried out and knocked on the door again.

Hasegawa and Osawa laughed at each other. In China, they could only use the superiority they had obtained to make things difficult for the Chinese to gain a little fun to make up for the regret of not being intoxicated with the gentle land.

"Come in!"

Facing the fearful and fearful Chinese employees, Hasegawa put on a stern expression: "What's the matter so tide? Are you still like our five hundred companions? Don't bring the bad habits of you Chinese to our company. Such behavior is absolutely not allowed!"

"Yes!" the Chinese employee swallowed his anger.

"Tell me, what's the matter?" Ozawa asked with a voluntary question after less than a year after graduating from university.

Hasegawa glanced at him and said nothing. They were all Japanese. In this ghost place, who else could he communicate with except Osawa? Can he communicate with those inferior Chinese?

"That's right. Just now, the Municipal Foreign Trade Bureau sent a carton and said that it was a sample for us to try, so I wanted to ask the section chief for instructions. What should I do?" The Chinese employee said hurriedly.

"It's a sample again! They have time to send samples, so it's better to work hard on how to improve the quality! The Su-embroidered pillow they sent last time was unsold in Japan. What samples are sent now? Don't they have any self-knowledge?" Hasegawa roared.

He was not afraid that these words would offend Chinese officials. Now it was China, not them, who asked others for help. No matter how much he was angry with the other party, the other party could only endure it.

"Yes, then this carton?"

"Let it be thrown in the warehouse first! I will naturally go and see it when I have time." Hasegawa waved impatiently and asked the Chinese employees to retreat.

This matter was soon forgotten by him. After three days, while he was counting the inventory, he accidentally found a cardboard box in the corner. He called the warehouse keeper to ask, and then he remembered.

Outside the carton, there are exquisite packaging paper wrapped in it, like a Christmas gift.

"It's pretty good to wrap it, but unfortunately it's a bag of grass with an embroidered pillow!" Hasegawa kicked, and the sound of the cardboard box was a little hollow and not very heavy. Obviously, it was not filled with clothes or something.

"You! Move this box to my office and I'll see it later!" He instructed the warehouse keeper and said.

I was busy until after 7 o'clock in the evening, and Hasegawa took the work at hand last night. When I returned to the office, I found that the open office was open, and all the Chinese employees were secretly watching him - it was time to get off work!

"Damn it! What else do you do besides being lazy? In our Japan, everyone is working hard for the company. Getting off work at nine o'clock is common. You sit in the office every day and make a few phone calls, and you want to get off work so early! Fortunately, you are Chinese. In China, you can live even a pig! Don't have to work hard!" Hasegawa got angry and asked Chinese employees to get off work.

Earlier, a Chinese employee reported to the Municipal Labor Bureau that they abused employees. Although the matter ended up leaving nothing, he did not dare to do too much.

After cursing and returning to his office, Hasegawa saw the exquisitely packaged cardboard box on the desk at a glance. He rose from his heart and slapped it out with a palm, bounced it on the wall, landed on the ground, making a clanging sound.

"Class Chief! Chief, something is wrong!" Daze, who went to the clothing factory to observe the progress of the work, rushed in in a panic.

Hasegawa looked at his only Japanese subordinate, frowned, and asked with anger, "Oze, why are you panicking? What's wrong with this?"

Osawa's face was full of sweat, and it seemed that he had run in all the way. He didn't bother to wipe the sweat from his neck and said quickly: "Secretary, when I came back from the clothing factory just now, I met Mr. Oda from the Japanese Chamber of Commerce on the way. He heard that all the large department stores in Guangzhou have received samples from a Chinese manufacturer these days. He happened to see the sample display at Sasaki Co., Ltd. and praised it. Those companies sent telegrams to the country. Mr. Oda looked at me and didn't know, and was still wondering why we didn't receive samples from China?"

"Oh? What sample?" Hasegawa heard that other competitors had received it, and he couldn't sit still and asked hurriedly.

"It seems to be an electrical appliance. Mr. Oda found that we were not aware of it, so he said it vaguely and did not tell me the details." Only then did Oze have time to wipe away the sweat.

"Electrical Appliances? Samples?" Hasegawa thought for a moment, and suddenly his face changed drastically. He immediately turned his eyes to the carton that was slapped behind the sofa, "Is it..."

He rushed to the sofa quickly, picked up the cardboard box from behind, and shook it gently.

There was a loud metal collision sound from the carton.

Hasegawa's face turned pale quickly. He looked at Ozawa helplessly, but found that the blood on Ozawa's face was also rapidly fading.

Since it is Mr. Oda from the Japanese Chamber of Commerce, he also said that if other competitors get it first and go public in Japan and have good sales performance, he and Osawa will be scolded by the headquarters, even if they think about it with the soles of their feet, they can guess it.

"It shouldn't be very good... Chinese people... can have anything good..." Hasegawa forced a smile.

He tore open the packaging colored paper and a postcard fell out of it. Hasegawa didn't care about looking at it now, and opened the carton again, which contained an exquisite light yellow appliance.

The electrical appliances were still very complete. When Hasegawa saw it, he fell into a leather chair and said nothing.

Projector, as a veteran department store employee, has never seen such a product, but with his extensive experience, he still recognizes what it is at a glance.

Such a small projector is actually made by China!

He would not be confused about what a projector is. The huge guy was reduced to such a delicate and exquisite look. Not to mention its originality, just the beautiful packaging and delicate appearance, as long as it is not too bad, once it is put on the container, it will inevitably be snatched by the Chinese people!

However, because of his contempt for Chinese products, he finally came to check the samples after so many geniuses. He also destroyed the samples because of his anger. He could not even report the specific data of the samples to Tokyo!

Hasegawa seems to have seen his miserable future!

"Secretary, this is left by the manufacturer. It has their specific contact address in Guangzhou. Why don't we come to the door directly? Since it was the sample they sent us on their own initiative, we should also hope to sell it to us. Even if the sample is broken, they can't say anything, right?" Daze picked up the postcard that fell on the table, looked at it, and said softly.

"Good! Go to where they live!" Hasegawa's spirit was immediately excited.

Yes, we are the largest department store in Japan. Isn’t they just asking us for samples?

If the sample is broken, it is good, which means that their product quality is not high!

I can use this to explain to all Japanese merchants that their products are of poor quality and everyone joins together to reduce prices. Chinese people are always timid and have no confidence. As long as we are ridiculed a few times, they will inevitably give in!

Maybe I can take this opportunity to win greater benefits for the company!

Hasegawa's face was unstable, and he was worried and happy. Finally, he laughed loudly, patted Hasegawa's shoulder and praised: "Ozawa, you are right, but we don't hurry to go to the manufacturer, but to go to the offices of several other companies first!"

In Osawa's puzzled face, he snatched the postcard from his hand, saw the address on it, stuffed it into his pocket, came out of the office together, stopped a taxi on the road, and drove towards several other Japanese department stores in Guangzhou.

At Mikoshi Department Store, Hasegawa and Osawa finally received the impact of Chinese products. The small projector can be placed on the coffee table or on the table during meetings. They can also be hung on the roof of the house with special metal spreaders, which does not take up any space. This is the favorite place of the Japanese.

A screen can be retracted or placed, and it is pulled up, and there is only one reel hanging from the roof above the TV. It is pulled down to cover the TV just for projection and viewing. It is really convenient!

For Hasegawa, who was focused on picking the wrong, he soon discovered the problem from the demonstration.

The unique crystal display of LCD panels makes the picture look obvious granular, the details are not delicate enough, and the dynamic conversion is not fast enough. If used as a large entertainment venue, the image quality is obviously insufficient.

This phenomenon became more obvious after they replaced the randomly delivered video tape and played it with their own video tape.

This type of LCD projector can only be used as the sales target for home and projected at close range.

"Netsukun, what is the offer from the other party for this kind of projector?" Hasegawa politely asked Netsu Masaru of Mikoto Department Store for advice.

"There is no quotation yet. These days, we have been contacting them with the address left by Universal Electronics to specifically contact them for purchases, but there are only a few technicians there who debugged the machine and answered how to maintain it. The rest were all asked and asked. According to them, the boss of Universal Electronics went to Hong Kong and it may take another three days to come back." Genjin put his own AV film. He looked at the moving body on the screen, excited and answered casually.

"Three days left..." Hasegawa breathed a sigh of relief. He said so, he had not missed the big deal.

He glanced at Nezu's lewd expression with contempt. He was about to tell him about the joint price reduction, but suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he stood up with a whistle.

"Hasegawakun, what's wrong with you?" Nenzu glanced at him strangely, and his eyes were attracted by the AV again.

"It's nothing, thank you for your help, I'm so grateful!" Hasegawa bowed deeply, and walked out with Osawa, whose eyes were also emitting red light.

The moans of men and women's love are still echoing in the corridor. Hasegawa whispered in Osawa's ear: "Chinese people have never had a patent concept. This LCD projector is indeed a good thing, but I'm sure that at most they have applied for patents in China and have not registered patents internationally. Go immediately and see if the Telegraph Office can send a telegram to Japan. If possible, we will immediately tell the headquarters to register the patent first! At that time, let alone the Japanese market, even the European and American markets, they will not want to occupy it unless they pay us a patent usage fee!"

Ozawa's attention was pulled back from the porn and looked at his boss in disbelief.

"Look at what I'm doing!" Hasegawa lowered his voice and smiled sinisterly, "Chinese people are always stupid. They take us to see their production and understand the detailed process. They have no sense of confidentiality at all. For such a bargain, we will not take advantage of it!"

Daze thought about it and then, and became excited, and said excitedly: "Secretary, I admire you so much! Even if we have not obtained the right to sell LCD projectors, our company can make a lot of money by charging patent fees! This time, we both have the hope of returning to the domestic headquarters!"

"What's the point of returning to the headquarters?" Hasegawa closed his eyes slightly, thinking about the scene of returning to the headquarters, and he couldn't even close his mouth. "Just relying on the contribution we have made, we will at least be promoted to minister!"

"Yes! I'll go to the Telegram Office to check it out!" Dazefei ran towards the elevator, his heart pounding. This is a great contribution since the company was established. We must react after other department stores and register the patent rights!

Hasegawa looked at Osawa's back with a smile, disappeared into the elevator, and sighed: "Young is good, full of vitality!"

He listened to the hotel corridor, moaning faintly, and his feet couldn't help but walk towards Nezu's room.

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