From the Siheyuan, I started to run around in the world

"I didn't know that Zhang Sang was the chief representative of the Great Eagle Empire Trading Company in Shanghai. Please forgive me for my impoliteness."

After sitting down in Watanabe Shichiro's office, Watanabe Shichiro bowed and apologized to Zhang Dongliang.

"Ignorance is not a crime, Mr. Watanabe, you're welcome."

"Mr. Zhang, please have some tea." Watanabe Shichiro waved his hand, and a woman in a kimono next to him brought tea to Zhang Dongliang.

Zhang Dongliang took a sip of tea and it turned out to be Da Hong Pao. It seems that this Nihong man has collected a lot of good things in China.

"I'm afraid that these tea leaves are also stained with the blood of Chinese people." Zhang Dongliang thought secretly in his heart.

"I wonder what brings you to our company today, Mr. Zhang?" Facing a potential big client, Watanabe Shichiro's attitude was very respectful.

"The Great Eagle Empire Trading Company has entrusted me to purchase a batch of cotton cloth in Shanghai. I am here today to inspect the quality and supply of the cotton cloth. I wonder if your company can meet our requirements?"

"Please rest assured, Mr. Zhang. Our company is the largest textile enterprise in East Asia and can definitely meet your purchasing requirements."

When Watanabe Shichiro heard Zhang Dongliang's purchasing requirements, he was overjoyed.

The world economic situation has not been good in recent years. Coupled with China's weak national strength and low consumer spending power, the operating performance of Watanabe Shichiro's textile company has not been very good.

If he could get support from the American people, perhaps his business performance would soar.

"Mr. Watanabe, I wonder what the yarn count is for your company's textiles?"

"This~~" Watanabe Shichiro's eyes turned. He didn't expect that Zhang Dongliang was actually an expert.

However, Watanabe Shichiro decided to tell the truth, because he couldn't hide it from others. He would know how many threads there were just by looking at the cotton cloth.

"Mr. Zhang, most of our cotton fabrics are 16-count."

Zhang Dongliang frowned and said, "Mr. Watanabe, your products are too backward. We in the Great Eagle Empire now start with at least 20 yarn counts. Your fabrics are very different from our requirements."

"Ah~~ this~~ Mr. Zhang, actually, when it comes to making clothes to wear, the difference between 16-count yarn and 20-count yarn is not that big. I don't think this is a major problem."

While answering Zhang Dongliang's questions, Shichiro Watanabe was quickly thinking of a countermeasure.

Watanabe Shichiro secretly made up his mind that he would never let Zhang Sang, this important client, slip away from his hands.

"Sakurako, quickly have someone prepare the meal. I'm going to host a banquet for Mr. Zhang today." Watanabe Shichiro waved his hand and called the woman in kimono over, and whispered a few arrangements.

"Mr. Watanabe, eating is a secondary issue. The key to whether this purchase will be successful still depends on the quality of your company's textiles."

Seeing the issue of Watanabe Shichiro arranging lunch, Zhang Dongliang spoke to Watanabe Shichiro seriously.

“Please rest assured, Mr. Zhang, there is absolutely no problem with the quality of our company’s textiles, but we still have to eat.

We can't let Zhang Sang talk to us on an empty stomach, we can eat and talk at the same time, hahahaha~~"

Looking at Watanabe Shichiro's slick performance, Zhang Dongliang couldn't help but feel like he was participating in a business negotiation in the future.

Zhang Dongliang's heart moved, and he couldn't help asking: "Mr. Watanabe, are you from Osaka?"

"Wow? Mr. Zhang, are you familiar with Osaka?" Watanabe Shichiro asked in surprise.

It is no wonder that Watanabe Shichiro behaves so slickly. The love of doing business is almost deeply rooted in the genes of Osaka people.

Just look at the performance of the 4th Division of the Japanese Army during the war of aggression against China. What the hell is loyalty to the emperor? Isn't it better to do business?

"I have never been to Osaka, but I have longed for it." Zhang Dongliang said slowly:

"Osaka is a place with a strong commercial atmosphere. It is a paradise for businessmen."

"Mr. Zhang, you are absolutely right." Watanabe Shichiro deeply agreed with this and felt like meeting an old friend in a foreign land.

Life is so beautiful, the world is so beautiful, it would be great to do business, why bother fighting and killing all day long.

This is exactly what Osaka people believe in. In the subsequent war of aggression against China, the 4th Division of the Japanese Army composed of Osaka people was known as the peddler division, and it has always been a typical example of working without putting in any effort.

Knowing that Shichiro Watanabe is from Osaka, this task is actually easier to do. As long as you pay, there is nothing that Osaka people dare not do.

Just like during the war of aggression against China, the Osaka people of the 4th Division actually dared to sell all the rifles they were in use. Can you believe this is true?

And the business reputation of Osaka people is much better than that of Nihong people in other places.

The 4th Division of the Japanese Army was transferred to Thailand for garrison due to the unfavorable invasion of China. They actually opened a small shop near the Thai royal palace and won the trust of the locals with fair and just transactions.

This is the Osaka Division in history. They care about nothing but business.

"Meeting Mr. Watanabe today really feels like meeting an old friend." Zhang Dongliang picked up the tea and took a sip, then complimented Watanabe Shichiro.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Zhang, I love making friends the most." Watanabe Shichiro also felt that he had found a confidant. As a businessman, how could he not have friends all over the world?

The kimono woman named Sakurako came over and whispered something to Watanabe Shichiro.

"Mr. Zhang, it's time to eat. I have prepared some Japanese food. I hope you will enjoy it."

"Mr. Watanabe, this is my first time here and I haven't done any business yet. How can I ask you to treat me to a meal?"

"Mr. Zhang, you are being too polite. We are getting along so well. Aren't we good friends right away? Mr. Zhang, please don't be polite. Let's go to the dining room. Yingzi, lead the way."

"Okay then. But Mr. Dubian, there is something I need to explain in advance."

"Please speak, Mr. Zhang."

"Mr. Watanabe, my knees are not very good. I cannot kneel down to eat your Japanese food. You need to prepare a small stool for me, otherwise I cannot participate."

"This is a small problem. Please rest assured, Mr. Zhang. I will send someone to prepare it right away." Party A's request is Party B's mission. Watanabe Shichiro's order was executed quickly.

Japanese food is too light and Zhang Dongliang doesn't like it.

But he had no choice. He couldn't let the Nihong people treat him to Northeastern hotpot or mutton hotpot, right?

Arriving in the reception room, it was customary to take off shoes. Zhang Dongliang glanced in the direction of the tatami, which made him immediately respect Watanabe Shichiro.

Why? Because he saw that Shichiro Watanabe thoughtfully prepared a stool for him.

Hahahaha~~~Zhang Dongliang really wanted to laugh out loud.

Maza, Maza, this is the second time that it appears in Japanese cuisine.

This cannot be blamed on Shichiro Watanabe for finding a stool. After Zhang Dongliang made this request, Shichiro Watanabe really couldn't find a stool of suitable height in a hurry.

Only a stool of this height can be placed on the tatami to eat Japanese food so that the height of the guests will not appear so abrupt.

In fact, it is not abrupt or not. Sitting on a stool and eating Japanese food is a very strange thing. But since Party A made a request, we can only make do with it.

Zhang Dongliang was very happy. From now on, when he eats Japanese food, he will never go without a stool.

Shichiro Watanabe is a very good partner.