In a luxurious office building in Bangladesh, Kuruma threw the phone in front of him far away and smashed the glass.

"Trash, losers, you are all trash, why should I hire you? Bastards, you are all bastards, Baga..."

No one dared to curse at his subordinates. It was only now that Kuruma took out the report and the statement of Ji Dongqing Company was broadcast on TV. Only then did these people know that their company's market share had been lost to a Chinese company.

Small companies have taken over.

And this company is still a very unknown one. It sells plastic spray powder that can only be used to spray small workpieces, but the weird thing is that it can be used universally.

Didn't the technical staff say that this kind of high-end technology was only available in Japan? Now that they have researched it, how can we explain this?

After venting, Kuruma did not get any useful advice from his subordinates, so he finally picked up the phone, rehired a group of intermediaries, and found several of his entrepreneur friends.

In the end, everyone came to the conclusion that they would acquire the other party while he was still young.

After all, there are too few people in China who can be called entrepreneurs, and most people only have money in their eyes.

As long as you give the right number, the other party will sell you anything without hesitation, depending on whether the price is right.

This time, Kuruma still hired a Chinese, who was well-known in the entire Chinese community and had participated in and presided over many acquisitions of Chinese-funded companies.

His name is Zhang Yu, and his father, Zhang Yunfu, has been cooperating with the Japanese when he was young, helping the Japanese acquire Chinese assets.

Now it's the turn of the two sons, who can be regarded as loyal members of the family.

Zhang Yu has a big tongue, and when he talks, he can spray it in your face even from a distance of 1.5 meters.

The natural baldness comes with wool rolls and a big mouth that can swallow a fist.

When Ji Dongqing met the other party, he was very glad that AVIC bought him a table that was wide enough. Even so, Ji Dongqing could still see the other party's spit flying in front of him.

"I'm telling you, Manager Ji, your company is too small, what's the point of continuing it? Now we Japanese have no time to deal with you. Once we start selling plastic spray powder, will you still have a chance? As a

Agent of a super multinational company, let me tell you clearly, just sign an agreement and sell the company to us!"

"Besides the price is not suitable, I have great rights to carry out acquisitions and reorganizations. In addition, your patents must be taken away by us. You will not be able to produce one gram of plastic spray powder in the future, and you will withdraw from the coating industry. This is our best advice, otherwise

You will bear serious consequences..."

Zhang Yu's big tongue crackled these vernacular words, while Ji Dongqing looked at him quietly, his heart full of sarcasm.

According to Ji Dongqing's temper in the past, he would have thrown the other party into the Indian Ocean to feed the sharks, but he didn't do that now just because Zhang Yute is Chinese.

Facing his former compatriots, Ji Dongqing still gave him some face. Of course, there was another reason. Ji Dongqing was very curious about why the other person would willingly become a Japanese.

You must know that as long as you are Chinese, you will know what the cabinets did in China back then. Don't you have any national sentiments in your heart?

"Mr. Zhang, manager Zhang, what's your name?"

"Zhang Yu, I've told you several times, but you still can't remember. If you don't run a business like this, our company will easily defeat you! There are too many companies of your size in Bangladesh. We say

Wouldn’t the acquisition be completed in a matter of minutes?”

Zhang Yu said as he handed over a business card with one hand, his eyes full of dislike for Ji Dongqing.

Ji Dongqing's huge office has no decent furniture other than this table, not even the three-piece tea set that Chinese 'entrepreneurs' often use to show off their status.

Obviously, the other person is from a working background and has a dull head.

Originally, Zhang Yu prepared two plans, and the purchase price was also very high. Now Zhang Yu has not opened the folder at all because it is not necessary.

The ultra-low purchase price means that you can get a large return, as long as you are willing.

As a "Japanese", Zhang Yu had a deep-seated disdain for the Chinese, especially Ji Dongqing, who came from a technical background and was a so-called coolie.

Zhang Yu is looked down upon by ten thousand people, and in the eyes of the other party, he is not as good as those businessmen.

Therefore, his movements are very slow and there is no good color on his face.

"Mr. Zhang, I want to ask a question, which country are you from?"

It just so happened that Ji Dongqing had never seen this kind of "Japanese" who spoke Chinese fluently, so now he simply wanted to get to know him head-on.

"Japan is permanently stationed in Japan. I don't want to stay in China for a long time. The meat in your Chinese market is all bad. It's made of rat meat and sold as dead pork. It's very disgusting! The vegetables are all genetically modified and treated with pesticides. You can't eat them."

It will kill people; rice is sprayed with oil, and many things are carcinogenic..."

When it comes to China, Zhang Yu has endless bad things to say. Ji Dongqing feels strange because he seems to have seen such words before.

It seems to have been said by a certain internet celebrity in China, and there are some pictures and so on.

Now with the governance of the network environment, this kind of thing no longer exists.

"Wait, rat meat? Have you ever eaten pork made from this kind of rat meat?"

Taking out a cigarette, Ji Dongqing calmed down and gave Zhang Yu no idea. Zhang Yu was stunned.

"I haven't eaten..."

"Then how do you know it's rat meat?"

"What the report said must be true!"

Ji Dongqing retorted for a while, and Zhang Yu swallowed his saliva, unable to find a suitable reason to refute.

"The report also said that there are some Japanese devils who look like men in clothes, but they are full of traitorous remarks that slander our country! Legend has it that the ancestors of such people are either Japanese or were raped by the Japanese. You should

Isn’t this what it is?”

Facing this Japanese devil, Ji Dongqing felt sick in his heart and began to speak rudely. He took a heavy drag on his cigarette. AVIC had already reached the door and stepped back when he heard what Ji Dongqing said.

"Don't talk nonsense. I am Japanese now, and my Japanese nationality is permanent! It is easy to make money in Japan's 20-hour restaurant. You can eat the vegetables you buy in Japan. Are there any in China? Japan invites old Pakistanis

The meat inside is all cut for you, and you can heat it up in the microwave and eat it. Is it available in China? We can just wave a car to wherever we want to go. Is it available in China?"

Zhang Yu was a little annoyed by what he said, and he directly used the words he had always shown off in front of relatives and friends, which was called slipping away.

Ji Dongqing laughed as he spoke so fast that he couldn't keep up.
Chapter completed!