"Find a teammate to double up." Jimmy replied without thinking.
Song Ya and Goodman smiled bitterly at the same time, "Well, you go out Jimmy." Goodman sent him out, "Double-teaming..." He shook his head helplessly, but soon, both eyes lit up at the same time. stand up.
The next day, Song Ya, accompanied by Goodman and Samuel, appeared in Peoria, Illinois.
This is the headquarters of Caterpillar, the world's top engineering equipment giant.
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Chicago 1990 Chapter 330: Hurt each other
"Ba En Chemical? I know, hehe, Ba En is always confused, Batumi’s pass is not easy, even we can't help it."
A big chubby white man dangling a cigar, his heavy body pressed the boss chair and creaked, "Samuel, will you bring a liar?"
"APLUS, don't you know?" Samuel pointed at Song Ya and smiled.
"Knowing... but knowing."
The fat man expelled a puff of smoke in Song Ya's direction, "But are you serious? Are you going to wait for us to be compiled into the lyrics?"
"APLUS's mouth is very strict, I promise with my personality."
Samuel raised a hand, "We have been dating for so many years..."
"He is your customer, right? I heard that this kid can make 30 million a year?" the fat man asked.
"Uh, Mr. Aquinas, I'm right in front of you. You can just ask me directly about my personal questions."
Song Ya was a little upset by this guy's deliberate ignorance, and kept smiling into the chat between the two, "Yes, I made 30 million dollars in 1991, and only more this year."
Aquina is the sales department manager of Caterpillar's mining machinery branch. According to Samuel, they have always wanted to sell equipment to China, but they were also restricted by Batumi but failed to do so.
Aquina suppressed a smile, but there was still a look of disdain on his face, "Then tell me about your plans, big star, but I said in advance that I am only willing to allocate it for Samuel's sake. Time to hear what you want to do."
"Very simple."
Song Ya said: "You make a list of the goods you want to sell to China, and then pack it with my equipment. When that window opens, we will work hard together to see if we can get it done."
"Bah."
The other party sneered from his nostrils, "I don't understand what window period."
"Comeon, Mr. Aquinas, Caterpillar has been a century-old company, and you have served this company for 20 years. You will not fail to understand the meaning of the word. This is a good opportunity. It’s only once a year."
Song Ya calmly said: "This will be very helpful to your performance, and you hardly need to pay anything. China can't buy much mining machinery. If our attempt fails, it won't create a backlog of goods. Right?"
"Your equipment, what is your equipment?" Aquinas looked serious.
"If nothing happens, Mr. APLUS will take down Bath Chemical." Samuel answered Songya.
"A black singer engaged in heavy industry?" Aquinas leaned back, and the large boss chair was almost overturned by him, and his belly swayed like a lantern. "Is he serious? Uh..." This time he took the initiative to face Song Ya, "Are you serious?"
Song Ya replied: "Of course, Mr. Aquinas, you first sign the purchase intention with Hua Guo, and then make a list and give it to me. I have a bit of a way. I have the guts to give it a try, but I You need a large and prominent ally like your company."
He squeezed out the cigar, stood up holding the boss's desk, walked to the file cabinet next to him and took out a document and began to look through it. The office calmed down, only the rustle of paper turning.
"Samuel, do you use your personality as a guarantee?" After ten minutes, he raised his head and looked at Samuel.
"You know my credibility." Samuel replied.
"Well, I did it! No loss left or right."
Aquina got up again, "Those books have already transferred the technology to China. We are still holding the broken bill and cannot make a fortune. Have you heard? The 4MDRAM production lines of the books have already started, and we are outdated. I don’t even sell any diesel engine technology, it’s fucking."
He reached out to Song Ya.
"That's it?" Song Ya held his hand.
"It's done, I'm waiting to see you acting kid."
The conversation went smoothly, and the three left the office.
"I apologize to you APLUS for him." Samuel said.
"Apologize? Why?" Song Ya didn't know why.
"His words."
Song Ya laughed, "Oh, do you mean a black singer? I don't care. I feel that this kind of person is actually easier to deal with. I'm doing business, not playing with the media and politics."
"I can rest assured that you have this kind of consciousness. People in the heavy industry field are indeed a bit rude, but they are indeed easier to deal with."