Tianhai Food Company.
Zhuang Siwei had been keeping a close eye on the battle between Heinz, Hans, and Qinglin Tomato Sauce. It was the most closely watched business war in recent times.
He had never expected Qinglin Tomato Sauce to choose to fight a price war against Heinz and Hans Tomato Paste.
And this was a battle between giants, with everyone else caught in the crossfire.
The market for their Tianhai Tomato Paste was shrinking rapidly. Tianhai Food Company had always focused on the mid-to-low-end market, and its products cost only six yuan.
Now Qinglin Tomato Sauce, a high-end product priced at fifteen yuan, was selling for just seven yuan—almost the same price as theirs. Who would still buy Tianhai Tomato Paste?
The key was that domestic brands like theirs didn't even have the ability to join the fight. All they could do was take a beating.
Just then, his secretary hurried in with a report. "Chairman Zhuang, Qinglin Food Company sent an invitation. Their boss would like you to visit Youcheng."
Zhuang Siwei was taken aback.
Shouldn't the boss of Qinglin Food Company be up to his neck in trouble, trying to deal with Heinz and Hans Tomato Paste? Why invite him now?
He could more or less guess that it had something to do with tomato paste. Besides, given the circumstances, curiosity alone would make him go. He told his secretary, "Book me a flight."
"Right away, Manager Zhuang!" The secretary answered and hurried out.
Not long afterward, Zhuang Siwei flew to Mingshi with his driver, then had the driver rent a car and take him to Youcheng.
Qinglin Food Company had booked him a room at Zhongmin Hotel, so once they reached Youcheng, he had the driver take him straight there.
The next day, people from Qinglin