‘T s the season for corporate events. Is this my fourth one this fall? Inside the hall of Shanghai’s Kube-con, the
likely suspects are manning their insta-booths.
I’m soon talking to someone from IBM.
Didn’t we talk to these guys not too long ago? Ah, that was when they had some other local
partner and it all didn’t work out. It’s
all coming aback as I glean the bits I can from the Chinese conversation a
colleague is boisterously driving.
I need to leave early
though. People from another part of my
life have invited me over to speak at their event. “As long as you’re in town . . . “ It’s informal. The attendees are kind. “Just stand up and talk about China John.” Well then.
Which bits from my lessons would be relevant? What should I take on and emphasize so that
these good people feel that they have had some value. “No.
That’s alright.” It’s only twenty-five
people and I certainly don’t need a mic.
I think I know when
to end it. I think I bring it to
something of crescendo. The talk feels
well-received. I enjoy one and then
another and stlll a third debrief with the intelligent, peer level guests who
are all in China for their first time. I
take my time chatting, when I should not. What time is it now, anyway?
Speeding up the
elevated highway I call the travel agency and suggest they arrange for me to
swap tickets on to the subsequent flight home.
It’s all rather easy and I don’t’ think twice about it. No.
There are not aisle seats left on your flight, but you can have a
window. My daughter is returning from
her adventure tonight and with this new flight we can meet at same time there in
the Capital Airport.
Wednesday, 11/14/18
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