Hello 1983

Zheng Hongqi sighed in his heart, he didn't even bother to wipe the sweat off his forehead, he spoke half-baked English, communicated simply with foreign businessmen, and gestured for the agreed quantity.

The Canton Fair also temporarily dispatched two translators to assist, and this was barely coping.

County magistrate Wang took the seal in his hand and stamped the letter of intent with a snap.

His movements are full of momentum, and his face is even more elated: Unexpectedly, the products of our Bishui County are sometimes snapped up.

Awesome, Comrade Xiao Liu is amazing, he is really the lucky general of our Bishui County!

They were very busy here, and Liu Qingshan was accompanying the actor who performed the sleeves, leisurely chatting with a few foreigners.

Those foreigners showed interest, and even pulled several feet of linen, and showed off a section of long sleeves.

The snow-white linen, dragged on the ground, was almost turned into a rag.

But people like to play like this, and one of them with a beard happily extended an invitation, willing to spend money to invite their Peking Opera model team to perform in their country.

Hey, there is such an unexpected harvest!

The actor was overjoyed and hurried to find a place to call the troupe.

Liu Qingshan also blinked his eyes vigorously: Is this considered to be an unintentional planting of willows and willows?

At this moment, Liu Qingshan suddenly heard a very discordant voice: "What are you doing in Bishui County? It's noisy and disturbing the order of the meeting. Can you take responsibility?"

Who is this?

Liu Qingshan followed the prestige and looked a little familiar, as if he was Director Bai of the Spring City delegation.

What are you doing, you are messing around on the train, you don’t know people, you almost deceived everyone collectively, and you still have the face to come here and shout?

Presumably because of the incident on the train, Director Bai felt ashamed and awe-inspiring, so he wanted to make up for it in this way.

But if you don't look at the current situation, anyone who dares to obstruct the export of foreign exchange earning will be stepped on by hundreds of millions of feet and never stand up again.

Sure enough, as Liu Qingshan expected, that Chief Bai was pointing at the noses of County Chief Wang and Zheng Hongqi to scold them, and was dragged away by the staff in a blink of an eye.

Those foreigners who don't understand Chinese are confused: Is there something wrong with this linen?

Even the signing of the letter of intent stopped, and County Magistrate Wang was so angry that he scolded Director Bai's eight generations of ancestors all over the place.

Liu Qingshan also quickly stood up and said something in English, and soon, everything returned to the way it was just now.

It seems that someone just accidentally pressed the pause button just now.

"Qingshan, what did you tell the foreign guests just now?"

Just now Liu Qingshan spoke too fast, Zheng Hongqi didn't quite understand, so he took the time to ask.

"Hehe, it's nothing. I just said Director Bai saw that there were more foreign buyers rushing to buy, so he wanted to increase the price. This practice is a serious violation of the regulations, so he was taken away."

Liu Qingshan replied, and then continued to chat and laugh happily with the foreigner.

Does this work too?

Zheng Hongqi suddenly felt: This kid, why does he feel a little mean?

"This young man is not simple, he is very good at doing business with foreign businessmen."

Not far away, several people were watching all this silently.

The one who spoke was an old man standing in the middle, about 60 years old, very energetic.

This is the leader of the Ministry of Foreign Economic Relations and Trade, who just happened to witness all this.

"Mr. Qin, you've moved your love for talents again. I'll send someone to find out. If they are willing, I'll transfer you there. How about it?"

The other younger man next to him answered with a smile, then waved his hand lightly, and someone left in a hurry behind him.

Just a few minutes later, the staff member came back and reported something in a low voice, and the leader smiled and shook his head:

"Old Qin, you should give up for the time being. That young man is still a high school student. When he graduates from university, you can start early."

The group of them stopped for a while, and then went to check elsewhere. Today, the turnover of the Canton Fair has exceeded tens of millions of dollars, and it is not far away from breaking through hundreds of millions.

Of course Liu Qingshan didn't know about these things that happened, he still chatted with those foreigners in a leisurely manner, most of the topics were about introducing the history and characteristics of China, but it had nothing to do with the products for sale.

Especially the Chinese food, he talked about it so hype, it almost made the laozi of foreigners go out.

Unexpectedly, in this relaxed atmosphere, several foreign businessmen signed several letters of intent, and they were also other products exhibited in Bishui County.

After working hard all morning, when the museum closed at noon, County Magistrate Wang and Zheng Hongqi almost collapsed from exhaustion.

The three of them supported each other, and only then did they walk out of the huge Liuhua Pavilion.

Outside the exhibition hall, one after another imported limousines pulled those foreign businessmen with unlimited scenery to go to hotels or restaurants.

Drivers who drive can also enjoy a high-standard free lunch after seeing off the foreign guests, and you can eat rice as you like!

In addition, there is a certain amount of subsidies for missed meals, so the car drivers at this time are envied by everyone, together with doctors and pork sellers, they are collectively called the "Three Treasures of Yangcheng".

Of course, County Magistrate Wang and the others do not enjoy the same treatment as foreign guests, so they can only go to a nearby restaurant. In the words of the staff: They are all their own people, let's get over it.

After three bowls of rice, the three of them came back to life. They put down their chopsticks, looked at each other, and laughed together.

The laughter quickly aroused the dissatisfaction of the surrounding diners, and the three of them restrained themselves a bit, but they still couldn't hide the joy on their faces.

Then, the eyes of the three people converged on the fourth person on the table.

Looking at Liu Qingshan's still young face, who was eating food in a leisurely manner, the mood of the three of them was a little complicated.

This year's Canton Fair is really thanks to this little lucky general.

When the museum continued to open in the afternoon, the heat finally subsided, and Liu Qingshan became more leisurely, and even went to other exhibition areas for a few laps to broaden his horizons.

When he wandered back, he found a middle-aged man standing there pushing a wheelchair in front of their booth.

A white-haired old man sitting in a wheelchair did not wear a suit and tie, but an old-fashioned silk trousers jacket and cloth shoes.

Liu Qingshan looked at the old man's face, he must be over 70 years old, there are already some age spots on his face, his hair is all silvery white, but he combed it meticulously, and he carried each strand on his back energetically.

At this moment, the old man was staring at the huge glass jar on the counter, and the expression on his face became more and more excited.

"Hi sir, what do you need?"

Director Zhou asked politely in as standard Mandarin as possible.

The old man's lips moved a few times, and then he opened his mouth to speak. This opening of his mouth almost shocked the jaws of the people present:

"You are Gada Diyin in Northeast China, and my hometown is Fengtiandi."

With a strong northeast accent, speaking from the mouth of this old overseas Chinese, the feeling was so weird that the three people in the booth were stunned.

It was still Liu Qingshan who walked to the front of the wheelchair and bent slightly: "Old man, we are from Baishan, not too far from Fengtian."

After answering, he muttered again: "The local accent has not changed, and the hair on the temples has faded, old man, when will you go back to your hometown and have a look, the tree is thousands of feet tall, and the leaves are falling back to their roots."

"The local accent has not changed, and the temples have declined..."

The old man stretched out his hand to gently stroke his silvery temples, his eyes suddenly became moist, and he kept repeating in his mouth: "Young and small, the boss is going back, but I can't go back, I can't go back!"

"Father, it's agreed that you can't be sad."

The middle-aged man pushing the wheelchair quickly took out his handkerchief, helped the old man wipe away his tears, and gave Liu Qingshan a slightly reproachful look: "It's all about you, a little doll, who made the old man sad."

"It's coming soon. Within three years, you will be able to go home, old man."

Liu Qingshan also felt a little sorry, so he revealed the news in advance, which can be regarded as compensation for the old man.

Seeing the old man's puzzled eyes cast towards him, he said again: "So, you always have to take good care of your health, and take a good look at it when you return home."

"Good, good. Good!"

The old man said hello again and again, then raised his hand and pointed at the big glass jar: "You guys make a medicine bar here, give me a whole sip and try it first?"

"Father, the doctor forbids you to drink alcohol."

Seeing this, the middle-aged man hurriedly tried to persuade him.

"Damn it, my son is in charge of me, and it's against you!"

After training his son, the old man looked at Liu Qingshan cheerfully: "My legs have been bad for decades, and it was the root cause of my illness when I fought with the young commander. I don't know if your medicine and wine will work or not."

"It works, it's for safekeeping, it's full of real materials."

Liu Qingshan also laughed a few times, and then remembered something, so he stretched out his hand and stretched it out in front of the old man:

"Then let us slap each other. When you talk, you will spit a nail. When the time comes, you will be able to walk after drinking our medicinal wine. You must walk home!"

The old man also laughed and stretched out his wrinkled palm, and patted Liu Qingshan hard, making a crisp sound.

He was still yelling loudly: "You little brat, how dare you look down on me, when the time comes, even if I climb, I will climb back to the small mountain village where I lived!"

Looking at the old father who was smiling like a child, the middle-aged man couldn't help but sigh in his heart: It's been a long time since the old man has been so happy...

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One old and one young, chatted very warmly, and during the period, they even reported each other's names with a bit of arrogance.

The old man called Liu Qingshan Xiaoshanzi, and this old man named Zhang Debiao was called Master Biao by Liu Qingshan.

Master Biao is really big enough, he joked with Liu Qingshan, a grandson of this generation, and the laughter never stopped.

The three of County Magistrate Wang and the others were a little worried at first, but later they took it easy, and occasionally spoke their native dialect, followed by a few words, and the atmosphere became more enthusiastic.

Mr. Zhang Debiao's son, named Zhang Xiaozhong, saw that his old father was so happy, so he didn't bother him, and just listened quietly.

Director Zhou is also very good at business, seeing that the conversation is so speculative, he quickly took off the camera hanging around his neck, and took a group photo for everyone.

He only knew a little about photography, and he fiddled with it for a long time, but he still couldn't understand it. In the end, Liu Qingshan was so itchy, he wanted to come over to the camera and take a few pictures.

When Liu Qingshan was in college, he joined a photography club. Although he didn't dare to say he was a professional, he could handle it with ordinary cameras.

Master Biao saw that Xiaoshanzi was the most pleasing to the eye, and took a group photo with Liu Qingshan alone, and then pointed to the big jar cheerfully and said:

"Xiao Shanzi, don't brag first, take out the bones inside, and show me, are they real tiger bones, or swindlers with cow bones and horse bones? Our men also know the goods, and you can tell at a glance. , don’t play sloppy with me.”

"Master Biao, our Gada is a real person, how can he fool you?"

Liu Qingshan was muttering, and took a big bamboo clip in his hand, fished out the bones in the wine jar, and handed it to the old man for inspection.

"That's right, that's right, this section looks like a loofah, and it must be a tiger bone."

Mr. Biao is really an expert. The loofah he mentioned is the honeycomb structure inside the tiger bone, which looks like a loofah.

Not only that, he knew all the medicinal herbs in the wine jar like a treasure, and he called them by name one by one, it seemed that he was really an expert.

After he finished counting, his laughter became even louder: "Xiao Shanzi, your wine is good!"

"For so many years, I've wanted to make a similar medicinal wine, but I always couldn't get the ingredients together. This time, it's all right. After I drink three or five catties, I'll come to a quick march with you. You guys don't even want to catch up with me! "

Liu Qingshan was also very happy: "Master Biao, then we will give you a few catties of medicinal wine. You should recover quickly, and when the time is right, go back to your hometown."

"You little bastard, I don't care to take advantage of you. I just want to buy me with a few catties of medicinal wine. Go ahead and dream."

After Zhang Debiao finished speaking, he waved his hand to his son behind him: "Xiaozhong, this medicinal wine, directly place an order for [-] bottles!"

What, how much?

Ten thousand bottles!

The three county magistrates, who were taking time to rest there, jumped up suddenly: This old man is so generous.

The most amazing thing is that even a large order was chatted in the chat, which is really surprising.

You know, in the brochure, the price of this tiger bone wine is not cheap at all: a bottle of five yuan and five dollars.

The current exchange rate is roughly one to two, and each bottle of medicinal wine costs nearly 11 yuan, which is really the price of Moutai.

Liu Qingshan also waved his hands again and again: "Master, this price is a little watery. If you want to buy it, it's only four yuan and five dollars a bottle."

Zhang Debiao gave him a sideways look: "You brat, get out of here, as long as the medicinal wine is not mixed with water, the medicinal materials in it are worth the price."

The old and the young quarreled again, and soon attracted many people to watch, and even the staff rushed over to maintain order.

When asked about the situation, the staff was also embarrassed: I have never encountered such a situation, how should I deal with it?

In general business, buyers want to lower prices, and sellers want to increase prices, but the current situation is just the opposite. Buyers have to pay high prices, and sellers have to lower prices, and the fight is red-faced.

Although the staff have the duty to maintain order, it seems that this situation is not within their scope of authority.

There are more than a dozen foreigners around, also watching the bustle with great interest, who said foreigners don't like to watch?

In the end, even Zhang Xiaozhong was quarreled: "Father, there is no need to buy so much, even if you give it to your old friends, they won't need so much, why don't we buy less?"

Master Biao immediately began blowing his beard and staring: "You know six things, you little bastard, this medicinal wine can not only dispel wind and cold, but if you drink it, it can also be powerful!"