Hello, 1983

The Peking Opera model team walked back and forth in front of the stage, and one of them walked to the center, his sleeves shaking violently in the air.

Huh, good guy, she waved the two-foot-long water sleeves, layer upon layer, like clouds in the sky, colorfully descending.

"Oh, the cake seller!"

"Cruel Rui Biyoutufu!"

Many foreigners exclaimed loudly, they had never seen such a situation before.

Liu Qingshan took advantage of the situation to bring a rhythm to the crowd, and shouted loudly:

"Peking-Opera!"

The foreigners really liked this set, and soon they all shouted in unison.

Even a few foreign aunts with bucket waists twisted their butts and swayed along with them.

When the Peking Opera model team finished their performance, Liu Qingshan immediately went up, grabbed the two long sleeves and shook them, and said loudly in English:

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the high-quality linen we produce, pure natural plant fiber, not harmful to the skin, super absorbent, and extremely comfortable to wear. It is a special fabric for ancient royal families and nobles. You are welcome to appreciate and order!"

Not to mention other advantages, the label for the royal family alone makes the eyes of foreign businessmen present brighten.

Foreigners also like this set of climbing dragons and phoenixes, just like people in the past, who doesn't want to get a yellow jacket and wear it so sturdy?

"What's the situation, are these foreigners crazy?"

Seeing a large group of foreign businessmen flocking to and surrounding the booth of Bishui County, just like going to the supply and marketing agency to buy it during the Chinese New Year, the people around the booth were completely dumbfounded.

Someone couldn't help but said sourly: "What is this Bishui County doing? Isn't this disrupting the order?"

"It's a skill that people can sell linen, a black cat is a white cat, and a cat that can catch mice is a good cat."

As the old man's influence continued to rise, the phrase was often mentioned.

At this moment, the three of them, Magistrate Wang and Zheng Hongqi, were all busy, and they bookmarked one after another of their intention to order.

They were busy and happy. Unexpectedly, Comrade Xiao Liu made such a thing, and the linen sold out.

What is talent, this is talent!

Zheng Hongqi sighed in his heart. He didn't even care to wipe the sweat on his forehead. He spoke half-baked English, communicated with foreign businessmen in a simple way, and gestured to the agreed quantity.

The Canton Fair also temporarily dispatched two translators to assist, which was barely able to cope.

Magistrate Wang held the seal in his hand and slapped the letter of intent.

His movements are full of momentum, and his face is even more proud: Wow, our products in Bishui County are sometimes robbed.

Awesome, Comrade Xiao Liu is amazing, he is really a lucky general in our Bishui County!

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

Those foreigners came to be interested, and they also pulled a few feet of linen, and also showed a section of water sleeves.

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

But people like to play like this, and one of the bearded people also sent out an invitation with great interest, willing to pay for their Peking Opera model team to perform in their country.

Hey, there is such an unexpected harvest!

The actor was overjoyed and hurriedly found a place to call the group.

Liu Qingshan also blinked his eyes hard: Is this considered unintentional?

At this moment, Liu Qingshan suddenly heard a very discordant voice: "What are you doing in Bishui County, noisy and disturbing the order of the conference, can you take responsibility?"

Who is this?

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

what are you doing?

You're the one who messed around on the train, you didn't know anyone, you almost got everyone to be deceived, and you still have the face to come here to shout?

It is estimated that it was precisely because of the incident on the train that the Director Bai felt that he had lost face and his dignity was disgraced, so he wanted to make up for it in this way.

But you don't look at the current situation. Whoever dares to obstruct exporting and earning foreign exchange will be stomped on hundreds of millions of feet and will never be turned over.

As expected by Liu Qingshan, Director Bai was pointing at the noses of Magistrate Wang and Zheng Hongqi, and was dragged away by the staff in a blink of an eye.

Those foreigners who do not understand Chinese are confused: Is there anything wrong with this linen?

Even the signing of the letter of intent was stagnant, and Magistrate Wang was so angry that he scolded the eighth ancestors of Director Bai's heart.

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

As if 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, and Zheng Hongqi didn't quite understand it, so he took the time to ask.

"Hehe, it's nothing, I just said that Director Bai would increase the price because he saw that there were more foreign businessmen snapping up. This approach is a serious violation of the rules, so he was taken away."

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

Does this work too?

Zheng Hongqi suddenly thought: This boy, why does he feel a little bad?

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

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

The one who spoke was an old man standing in the center, about sixty years old, and he was very energetic.

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

"Old Qin, you have moved your love for talent again. I will send someone to find out. If they want, I will transfer you there. How about it?"

The other, who was slightly younger, smiled and then waved his hand lightly, and someone hurriedly left behind him.

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

"Old Qin, you should give up temporarily. That young man is still a high school student. When you graduate from college, you can start earlier."

The group of them stopped for a while, and then went to check elsewhere. Today, the turnover of the Canton Fair has reached several billion US dollars, and it is not far from the breakthrough of 10 billion.

Of course, Liu Qingshan didn't know what happened. He still chatted with those foreigners calmly. Most of the topics were about the history and characteristics of China, but it had nothing to do with the products sold.

Especially the Chinese food, he was so hyped up by him that he almost greedy for the lazi of foreigners.

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

They had been busy all morning, and when the museum closed at noon, Magistrate Wang and Zheng Hongqi almost collapsed from exhaustion.

The three of them supported each other, and this was the only way to get out of the huge Liuhua Pavilion.

Outside the exhibition hall, one after another imported luxury cars pulled up those foreign businessmen with great scenery and went to the hotel or restaurant.

The driver who drives the car can also enjoy a high-standard free lunch after delivering the foreign guests, and you can eat rice as you like!

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

Of course, Magistrate Wang and the others can't enjoy the treatment of foreign guests. They can only go to a nearby restaurant. In the words of the staff, they are all their own people. Get over it.

After eating three bowls of rice, these three were considered to be alive. They put down their chopsticks, looked at each other, and then laughed together.

The laughter quickly aroused the dissatisfaction of the surrounding diners, and the three of them restrained a little, 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 youthful face, while eating food in a leisurely manner, the three people's moods are a bit complicated.

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

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

When he came back, he found that in front of their booth, there was a middle-aged man pushing a wheelchair and staying there.

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

Liu Qingshan looked at the old man's face. He must be over seventy years old. He already had some age spots on his face. His hair was all silver, but he was meticulously groomed, and he carried it back energetically.

At this moment, the old man's eyes were fixed on the huge glass jar on the counter, and the expression on his face became more and more excited.

"Hello, old man, what do you need?"

Director Zhou asked politely in standard Mandarin as much as possible.

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

"You are Ngada Diyin in the northeast, and my hometown is Fengtian Di."

A strong Northeastern accent, said from the mouth of an old overseas Chinese at first glance, this feeling is so strange that the three people in the booth were stunned.

It was Liu Qingshan who walked to the front of the wheelchair and leaned down slightly: "Master, we are from Baishan, not far from Fengtian."

After answering, he muttered again: "Xiangyin has no change, hair is weak, old man, when will you go back to your hometown and see, the tree is a thousand feet high, and the leaves return to their roots."

"The local accent has not changed, and the hair on the temples has faded..."

The old man stretched out his hand and gently stroked his silver-white temples, his eyes suddenly became a little wet, and his mouth was repeating: "Young Xiaoli, the boss, go 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 who was pushing the wheelchair quickly took out his handkerchief, helped the old man wipe his tears, and glanced at Liu Qingshan with a slightly resentful look: It's all your little baby, UU reading www.uukanshu. com evokes the sadness of the old man.

"It's coming soon, within three years, you can go home, old man."

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

Seeing the old man's doubtful eyes cast on him, he said again, "So, you should always take good care of your body, and then go back to your hometown and take a good look."

"Good, good. Good!"

The old man said goodbye repeatedly, and then raised his hand and pointed at the big glass jar: "You guys are drinking a medicine bar, give me a whole sip and try it first?"

"Father, the doctor won't allow you to drink alcohol."

Seeing this, the middle-aged man quickly persuaded him.

"Mom is a jerk, the son is in charge of Lao Tzu, it's against you!"

After the old man had finished training his son, he looked at Liu Qingshan cheerfully: "I've been suffering from cold legs for decades. It's the root cause of my illness when I fought with the young marshal. I don't know if your medicine and wine will work."

"It works, it's quasi-storage, it's all real stuff."

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

"Then our grandfather slaps the face, the man talks, spit and nails, and when the time comes, you have been drinking our medicinal wine and can walk, you must walk home!"

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

He also shouted loudly: "You little deflated calf, dare to look down on Lao Tzu, when the time comes, I will crawl, and I will crawl back to the small mountain village where I lived!"

Looking at the old father who smiled like a child, the middle-aged man couldn't help but sigh: The old man has not been so happy for a long time...