Qindao Airport.

Before the capital airport built the satellite hall (now the first terminal building), airports across the country did not use boarding bridges or cover bridges. Larger airports generally use shuttle buses to transport passengers from the waiting room to the gangway of the flight, while small airports have to walk from the waiting room to the gangway to board the plane.

Fu Song did not have a shuttle bus on this flight, and he did not find any shuttle bus at the airport. After checking in, he could only walk to the apron with a large bag.

The hot sun is on your head and the hot cement apron is so sour and sour.

When we arrived at the apron, the plane had not arrived yet, so we could only wait in line under the sun according to the staff's instructions. If we had known this, we would have taken the train, at least we would not have to bask in the sun by taking the train.

Finally, the plane was waiting for it. After all the passengers in the port got off the plane, several workers climbed onto the plane as fast as possible to clean it, and then it was Fu Song and the others' turn to board the plane.

From leaving the waiting room to boarding the plane, I actually waited in the sun for a full forty minutes!

The plane was about to be boarded. Yang Qiaolan stood under the gangway, looking at the Trident passenger plane that looked like a hill, and felt her legs were a little weak, so she hugged the gangway and refused to go up.

Fu Song was useless to coax and persuade him. In the end, Fu Xia had a solution and told Yang Qiaolan directly that a plane ticket costs 1,000 yuan and that it would not refund after buying it. Do you like to sit or not?

When Yang Qiaolan heard this, her legs stopped shaking. She gritted her teeth while climbing the gangway, "A prodigal son, a prodigal son, a prodigal son, a thousand yuan is more than two thousand kilograms of wheat."

Before the plane takes off, it feels like entering a big steamer when entering the cabin. Passengers are sweating profusely. It is better to stay outside and bask in the sun. At least there is a little wind outside the cabin.

Liang Xi was erect and couldn't stand the stuffiness. Her thin maternity outfit was blown through sweat and pressed against her chest. But at this time Fu Song had no intention of looking at this. He quickly fanned her with a hat and pulled open the collar of her shirt while fanning. "Damn it, it's so hot. If you have the chance, you will definitely buy a private plane. If you want to turn on the air conditioner, turn on the air conditioner."

"Sir, I have a fan here."

Fu Song turned his head and saw that the person talking was an old man across the aisle, with half-black hair, wearing a suit and tie in the stuffy cabin, looking meticulous.

The old man handed Fu Song the portable travel fan in his hand, smiled kindly, and said nothing.

Before Fu Song could thank him, he hurriedly took it, twisted the fan switch, and placed it in the seat in front of Liang Xi.

The portable fan is not big, but the wind is quite strong. Liang Xi felt much better after blowing for a while. He said to the old man through Fu Song: "Thank you."

Fu Song also thanked: "Sorry, I really made me anxious just now and forgot to say thank you."

The old man nodded slightly and said, "You're welcome."

The plane began to glide, then took off and soared. After taking off, the air conditioner finally started to move, and cold air spurted out from the suitcase above the seat, forming a white mist.

But this scene caused many people to be nervous, thinking that the plane leaked or something went wrong. Fortunately, the flight attendant comforted and explained in time, which calmed the passengers.

The temperature in the cabin gradually dropped. Liang Xi turned off the fan and patted his chest and said, "It's much better now."

Fu Song returned the fan to the old man, "Thank you so much."

The old man still nodded slightly, "You really have to be welcome."

Fu Song felt that the old man was a little strange and asked tentatively: "Are you a Japanese?"

The old man smiled and said, "Yes."

Fu Song said in surprise: "Then your Jiaodong dialect is very good."

The old man said: "I was born on Qindao. When I was seven or eight years old, I left and returned to Japan and said that I have been speaking Jiaodong dialect since I was a child."

It turns out he is an old devil!

The old Japanese looked like they were in their early sixties. They were almost before 1935 when they were seven or eight years old. At that time, the Lugou Bridge Incident had not yet broken out. Since they were born on Qin Island, their parents must have been the first colonists in Japan on Qin Island after World War I, and they were not a good thing.

However, the old Japanese helped a lot just now, and Fu Song couldn't immediately shy his face and started talking to the old Japanese without saying a word.

It turns out that the old Japanese man named Masahiro Yoshimura, is a Japanese investor of Kotoshima Nissin Food Co., Ltd. and the general manager of the joint venture.

Fu Song always felt that the name Rising sounded a little familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while, so he asked: "Mr. Fengcun, what do your company mainly produce?"

Masahiro Tomura said: "The joint venture of Kotoshima currently mainly produces red bean pies, and in the future it plans to produce coconut cream biscuits, all for export."

Fu Song said: "Coconut cream biscuits? There is no coconut oil in China, so it needs to be imported."

Masahiro Matsuhiro Matsu: "Yes. Coconut cream biscuits were originally the first choice project for the joint venture, but after calculation, the raw materials needed to be imported a few years before production, and foreign exchange was difficult to balance, so we can only settle for the second best, start the investment first, invest less, export the product well, and take quick results."

Fu Song was not interested in this joint venture that produced red bean pie. He was more concerned about the Japanese capital behind the joint venture.

"Mr. Fengmura, I'm going to ask, is Nissin the one who makes instant noodles?"

Masahiro Matsumura smiled and nodded: "Yes, it was invented by our Nissin Food."

Fu Song nodded and said, "Do your company have any plans to open an instant noodle factory in the mainland?"

Masahiro Eimura curiously said, "Mr. Fu, what do you mean..."

"Mr. Fengcun, this is my business card." Fu Song took out the business card and handed it to Fengcun, "I will introduce myself. I am the deputy director of the Strategic Consulting Department of Hong Kong Vision Group and is currently mainly responsible for the group's investment business in the mainland."

Masahiro Matsumura took over the business card and found that it was a very rare gold-plated business card in the mainland. The business card also had a touch of metal texture, and it was quite elastic when bent with his hands. The production cost of such a business card alone was quite expensive.

After the two exchanged their business cards, Fu Song said: "Mr. Fengcun, currently Vision Group mainly does agriculture-related businesses and is more optimistic about the convenience market in the mainland. The problem is that we lack instant noodles production technology. Is your company interested in cooperation?"

Masahiro Matsumura thought quickly. He heard the name Vision Group for the first time this year, and he didn't know its strength. He took a step back and even if Vision Group is good, Nissin Food is not weak. Whether to cooperate or not or how to cooperate is not realistic now.

"Mr. Fu, I'm very sorry. I'm just a professional manager and have no decision-making power for Nissin Food's strategy in mainland China, but I will report Mr. Fu's intention to the board of directors. I'm really sorry!"

While talking, Feng Village kept bowing its head to apologize.

Fu Song waved his hand indifferently and laughed: "Mr. Fengcun, it's okay, I will always open the door to cooperation to you."
Chapter completed!