The wrinkles on the Japanese merchant Zhang Ben's face relaxed a little, and he no longer continued to look at Wang Chengzhu with his ears, and his expression became more serious.
Wang Chengzhu knew that there was no turning back arrow when shooting the bow, and emptying the bow would only destroy the bow in his hand. After some calculation, he said straightforwardly: "Mr. Zhang Ben, in business, you are trading in your own country, and your buying and selling behavior is probably
Comply with basic business reputation rules.”
The Japanese merchant Zhang Ben had been traveling between the east and west coasts for many years and was very familiar with the northern Mandarin. He could hear Wang Chengzhu's words containing the irony of guns and sticks. He glanced at House, and some people in the city could not bear their displeasure, and the expression on their faces changed slightly.
He opened his mouth and spat out a string of confident words: "I am a businessman from the Empire of the Sun. I trade in a place controlled by our army and enjoy my privileges. What do I need to worry about?
"It's you, Mao Tou Dou." Japanese businessman Zhang Ben said with an arrogant look, "Be obedient and offer some benefits. I'm easy to talk to."
Faced with such a straightforward attitude, Wang Chengzhu was a little confused.