Factory Director Zhang returned to his office. The second half of the negotiation proceeded with surprising speed.
The translator was completely baffled.
'Did the director take some kind of super-pill while he was out? Why is he speaking so forcefully all of a sudden? It's not that being forceful is bad, but… why?'
A negotiation that was supposed to take a full day, or even several, ended in just half a day.
When Factory Director Zhang pulled open the office door, Secretary Song, who was waiting outside, was astonished.
'Is it time for lunch already?'
"Xiao Song, please escort our friends to the hotel. Arrange their itinerary and be sure to entertain them thoroughly."
"We are a nation of courtesy; we cannot neglect our guests."
"Yes, Director."
Secretary Song understood. His job was to arrange for their food, drink, and entertainment. No need to consider anything else, no need to be obsequious—just provide a normal, polite reception.
