I'll be having dinner today with a friend from Taiwan who's in town on business for a few days.
I'll call her Helen. For this blog I either use a person's 2p2 handle or I change their name. Helen is Taiwanese but most Taiwanese have "English" names that they use if they do business with people in the West.
If I understand it correctly, they're given these names by their first English teacher, and if they choose a career in international business or relations, they use that name for the rest of their lives. I picked Helen as her pseudonym because her "real" English name is also kind of rare and archaic.
Anyways, I first met Helen years ago at a trade show in Taiwan. She was working the booth for her company, which made gear pumps. Our company bought maybe a few hundred dollars worth of their product every year--very small potatoes--but we stopped by anyways to get literature and trade business cards and whatnot, and apparently I made an impression on her.
The trade show in Taiwan runs once every two years. Flash forward, then, two years, and at the next show Helen has invited my boss and I to a big factory tour and a meeting with her company bigwigs.
Nothing has changed, business-wise. We're still doing a pittance with them, but a factory tour means free dinner and drinks, and my boss and I like to schedule that sort of perk for at least once a day when we're travelling.
The meeting turns out to be a bust. We are first picked up in a van by Helen and her boss, and after a few minutes of chitchat Helen's boss turns to her and says (in English) "Stop flirting with him," meaning me!
Good lord. She was blinking and smiling a lot, but I'd figured it was just a public relations pitch. Her boss says to me, "Helen wants to marry an American and get a green card." I laugh it off.
We get to the factory, take the tour, and sit through a rather slick presentation from them. Yeah, pumps; we know. We sell a couple of yours a year. There's seven other Japanese and three other Taiwanese companies doing the same thing as you and doing it better.
The presentation ends and they ask us for
our presentation! Sorry, ain't got none. We're a small trading company. We're glad to do a small amount of business with you, but there's not much we can do to grow your minuscule share in the US market.
Afterwards, dinner and drinks go fine, if a bit awkward. There's an underlying feeling that somebody screwed the pooch in setting this up, but pleasantries must be maintained and face must be saved.
Two weeks after we get home from the trade show one of my customers requests a pump from Helen's company. I send her an email, only to find out from her boss that she's been fired, specifically as a result of the meeting. Helen was the one who set the whole thing up, apparently just to take her shot at an American.
So, I'm not romantically interested in her, but I am interested; nobody's gotten themselves fired for me before. I have her personal email, so I check with my boss and we decide to try to make her our trading agent in Taiwan, as our current agent there kind of sucks.
Helen agrees. We get her to set up a Paypal account and soon after that we're doing more business with her than we ever did with her old pump company. From that start, Helen's able to network and line up more customers and vendors, and today she runs a full-fledged Taiwanese trading company.
Anyways, she's in town for a trade show and dinner tonight is on me.
Last edited by suitedjustice; 09-24-2019 at 07:08 PM.