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  Chapter 70 The local accent has not changed and the sideburns have declined

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

  Hey, good guy, she waved the two-foot-long sleeves, layer upon layer, like clouds all over the sky, falling down colorfully.

   "Oh, cake seller!"

   "Crooked Rui Bi You Te Buddha!"

  Many foreigners exclaimed loudly, they have never seen such a posture before.

  Liu Qingshan took advantage of the situation to lead the rhythm in the crowd, and shouted loudly:

   "Peking-Opera!"

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

   Even a few foreigners with bucket waists twisted their buttocks and swayed along with them.

  After the performance of the Peking Opera model team, Liu Qingshan immediately went up, grabbed the two long sleeves and shook them, saying loudly in English:

  "Ladies and gentlemen, this is our high-quality linen cloth, which is pure natural plant fiber, does not hurt the skin, is super absorbent, and is extra comfortable to wear. It is a special cloth for ancient royal families and nobles. Welcome to appreciate and order!"

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

  Foreigners also like the idea of ​​climbing the dragon and attaching the phoenix, just like the people in the past, who wouldn’t want to get a yellow mandarin jacket and wear it comfortably?

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

  Watching a large group of foreign businessmen swarming in and surrounding the booth belonging to Bishui County, just like going to a supply and marketing agency to snap up purchases during the Chinese New Year, the people around the booth were completely dumbfounded.

   Someone couldn't help but said sourly: "This Bishui County, what are you doing, isn't this disrupting order?"

  “It’s a good cat if it can sell linen. A black cat is a white cat. If it catches mice, it’s a good cat.”

   As the old man's influence continues to rise, this sentence is often mentioned by people.

  At this moment, the three of them, County Magistrate Wang and Zheng Hongqi, were all busy, and signed one after another.

  They were busy and happy. They never expected that Comrade Xiao Liu's actions would make the linen sell out.

  What is talent, this is talent!

  Zheng Hongqi sighed in his heart, he didn't even bother to wipe the sweat off his forehead, he spoke half-baked English, and simply communicated with foreign businessmen, gesturing to agree on the 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 actions are full of momentum, and his face is even more elated: Unexpectedly, the products of our Bishui County are sometimes snapped up.

   Amazing, 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 water sleeves, chatting leisurely with a few foreigners.

  Those foreigners came to the interest, and also pulled several feet long linen, and also showed off a section of water sleeves.

  The snow-white linen, dragged around on the ground, is almost turning into a rag.

  But people like to play like this. One of them with a beard happily sent out 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 group.

  Liu Qingshan also blinked his eyes vigorously: Is this considered 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 he 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 yell?

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

   But you don’t even look at the current situation. Anyone who dares to obstruct export earnings will be stepped on by hundreds of millions of feet and never stand up.

   Sure enough, as Liu Qingshan expected, that Chief Bai was pointing at the noses of County Chief Wang and Zheng Hongqi to reprimand, 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 kind of linen?

   Even the signing of the letter of intent stopped, and the 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 a few words in English, and soon, everything returned to the way it was just now.

  It seems that someone 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, 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 raise 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 with foreigners.

  Is that okay too?

   Zheng Hongqi suddenly felt: This kid, 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 person who spoke was an old man standing in the middle, about sixty 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 have moved your love for talents again. I will send someone to find out. If they are willing, they will be transferred to you. How about it?"

  Another 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 college, 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 what 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 Chinese food, he talked about it in such a hype that he almost made the laozi of foreigners go out.

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

  Worked all morning, and 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 and went 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 to this, 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".

  Magistrate Wang and the others certainly do not enjoy the same treatment as foreign guests, so they can only go to nearby restaurants. 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 focused on the fourth person on the table.

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

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

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

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

  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 seventy 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.

   "Hello, old 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 all stunned.

   It was still Liu Qingshan who walked to the front of the wheelchair, bent down 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, the sideburns have declined..."

  The old man reached out and gently stroked his silver-white temples, his eyes suddenly became a little 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 brought up the old man’s sadness.

   "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 suspicious 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 are making a medicine bar, give me a whole sip and try it first?"

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

  The middle-aged man hurriedly persuaded him upon seeing this.

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

  After the old man trained his son, he 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, and it's ready for safekeeping. There are real materials inside."

  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's hands. 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 in the past!"

  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...

  (end of this chapter)