At 9AM I walked into the meeting room with yesterday’s dirty jeans and sneakers full of reddish mud, and still feeling very tired. Not really the image I wanted to convey. Old J however had already explained the situation and most of the people in the room by now knew me pretty well from past meetings. As expected, the discussion went back and forth between technical explanations and price. Like the experts they were, the import-export people…

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