In reality, Nie Zhao shouldn't have kept it to himself for so long; he should have called his wife much earlier.
However, the matter of the knife was full of twists and turns, and it took him a long and complicated process to finally resolve it.
So by the time he finally had time to call his wife, it was almost midnight.
At that moment, she was speeding down the street on her newly bought Sichuan motorcycle, worth 700,000 yuan, battling with Cheung Tze-keung's BMW.
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Let's start with Nie Zhao. He had a pretty good idea: he wanted two knives as state gifts.
Liang Lisheng also inquired about it for him, but the reply he received was that it was not allowed according to policy.
Let alone two rounds, not even one round is acceptable.
Because the knives presented as state gifts are made of top-quality steel in terms of both forging craftsmanship and materials, ordinary soldiers in China cannot obtain them. Only soldiers performing extremely special and confidential missions can carry them, and they are given as gifts to extremely high-ranking VIPs.
Liang Lisheng guessed that he was probably going to give Chen Rou a gift, so he said, "How about I go to Panjiayuan and buy a few old knives? They have all kinds of knives there, like Miao knives, Japanese knives, and Tibetan knives. If all else fails, I can buy a set."
But Nie Zhao is ruthless when it comes to getting things done. He won't give up until he achieves his goal.
Through Liang Lisheng, he learned that the knife had a name, and it was related to Phoenix tea; it was called the Phoenix Military Knife.
Okay, I don't want to play two games, but I should be able to play one.
He hesitated for a moment, glanced at his watch, and said, "There's no time for dinner, Uncle Liang. Could you contact that person's office for me and ask him to come to the hotel? I'd like to have some tea with him, maybe... Phoenix tea."
Liang Lisheng hesitated: "They have such high standards, wouldn't it be inappropriate to call for a hotel room?"
Nie Zhao looked at the painting on the wall, smiled, and said, "No. In fact, it's exceptionally good."
The catalyst was that Snow Maple Blade, and after all, one was rich and the other was powerful, so it was a mutual pursuit.
In addition, since this client's father was a military man, as soon as he arrived, Nie Zhao started talking about the paintings on the wall, and then mentioned that his family had a Xuefeng sword. Oh, and he also mentioned that it was his wife's favorite collection.
It should be said that it was destined that Chen Rou would possess such a knife.
The customer was particularly surprised when he heard that Nie Zhao’s family actually had a Xuefeng sword: “My father was a cavalryman back then and also used to wield a Xuefeng sword, but unfortunately his… was broken by a group of young students a few years ago.”
Therefore, for customers, a Xuefeng knife is more precious than a Fenghuang military knife.
Nie Zhao also explained: "I didn't know why my wife liked that knife so much and would take it out to play with it all the time. It wasn't until today that I noticed the painting on the wall and learned about the history of that time."
In fact, the most effective communication between clients is when you understand my culture and I understand yours.
That's why such a painting would be hung in a hotel room.
See? The effect that both sides wanted has arrived.
Moreover, the client immediately became interested in Mrs. Nie.
He said, "It's rare to find a woman with such a hobby: Mrs. Nie has a penchant for hiding knives."
With the groundwork laid, Nie Zhao got straight to the point, saying, "To be honest, before I came here, she heard that there was a Phoenix brand military knife on the mainland that was very valuable for collection, but she didn't know where to buy it."
Knives are no longer the mainstream weapon of this era, especially expensive knives, which are now mostly used as gifts.
Because Phoenix military knives are given away relatively infrequently, few people know about them.
Nie Zhao kept talking about his wife, successfully piquing the client's interest in her.
He laughed and said, "Your wife knows about Phoenix Sabers, which shows she has a good understanding of our mainland culture. I need to reflect on this, because I never thought that Hong Kong would have the patience to understand our mainland culture."
Nie Zhao also smiled and said, "Moreover, during this trip, she repeatedly instructed me that everything should be done with the interests of the mainland in mind."
The customer turned around, stared at "Liberation of Beiping" for a long time, and then stood up after a while: "Ziqi and Boya, the zither only has value when it meets a kindred spirit. Since you are leaving tomorrow, I have a small military knife. I'll borrow it and give it to your wife. Although I have never seen it, I can sense that your wife is a chivalrous woman."
This is where the cleverness and wisdom of great people lie.
Nie Zhao went to such lengths to get a knife for his wife; that woman truly deserves to be called a chivalrous woman. A client might easily obtain one, but since she claims it's from her private collection, doesn't that make the knife even more valuable?
Of course, but in the course of conversation, the knife is almost here, isn't it?
Just now, Liang Lisheng thought things were going to be very difficult, but look at his boss, he solved it with just a few words.
Moreover, the client was very happy to visit him privately and even told Nie Zhao to bring his wife and children next time he came. Of course, most importantly, he should bring his treasured Xuefeng knife to his home as a guest.
With the matter settled, Boss Nie was overjoyed.
It was almost midnight when he checked his phone. To his surprise, Chen Rou had called him, but he hadn't answered.
So he quickly dialed her number, and this time she answered immediately. But a deafening roar came from the phone, and Nie Zhao immediately tensed up, asking, "Arou, where are you? What are you doing? Where's Yuan...?"
At this moment, Chen Rouren was standing below the Hong Kong Police Station building, her long, wavy hair peeking out from under her helmet, wearing tight-fitting jeans, one foot on the ground, revving the engine repeatedly.
And right across from her was Cheung Tze-keung's BMW.
She also told Nie Zhao the truth: "Downstairs at the Hong Kong Police Station, I was racing cars with Cheung Tze-keung."
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