The register is memory, not sales. Every piece opens where he opens: my story began in Lima, back in 1965. It moves through an industry he was present at the founding of — the patents, the plants, the decade they chose innovation over volume because they could not win on volume. Mannheim Trading Corp arrives at the end, almost as a consequence.
Nobody is promoting anything. Someone is remembering. For a man who dislikes exposure, that is the only kind of writing he will put his name to — and it happens to be the most credible kind there is.
Read where he lands it: technology evolves, materials change, but reputation and trust are built slowly and deliberately. That is a man in his eighties talking about his trade. It is also, without a seam, the commercial argument for the new company.