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

Oh, good guy, she waved her two-foot-long water sleeves, layer upon layer, like clouds all over the sky, falling down in colorful colors.

"Oh, the cake seller!"

"Warabi oil Tefo!"

Many foreigners exclaimed loudly that they had never seen such a posture before.

Liu Qingshan took advantage of the situation and set up the rhythm in the crowd, shouting loudly:

"Peking-Opera!"

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

There were even a few bucket-waisted foreign aunts who swung their buttocks and swayed along with them.

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

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is high-quality linen produced by us. It is pure natural plant fiber. It does not harm the skin, is super absorbent, and is extremely comfortable to wear. It is a fabric exclusively used by ancient royal families and nobles. Everyone is welcome to appreciate and order!"

Not to mention other advantages, just the label "exclusively for the royal family" made the eyes of foreign businessmen present brighten.

Foreigners also like the idea of ​​climbing on the dragon and attaching the phoenix. Just like people in the past, who doesn’t want to get a yellow mantle and wear it beautifully?

"What's going on? Are these foreigners crazy?"

Seeing a large group of foreign businessmen swarming in and surrounding the booth belonging to Bishui County, it was like going to the supply and marketing cooperative to rush to buy during the Chinese New Year. The people at the surrounding booths were completely dumbfounded.

Some people couldn't help but said sourly: "What are you doing in this Bishui County? Isn't this disrupting order?"

"If a person can sell linen, he is a good cat. A black cat or a white cat is a good cat if he can catch mice."

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

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

They were busy and happy, but they never expected that Comrade Xiao Liu would sell out the linen after doing something like this.

What is talent? This is talent!

Zheng Hongqi sighed inwardly. He didn't even bother to wipe the sweat from his forehead. He spoke in half-baked English and simply communicated with foreign businessmen, gesturing for the agreed quantity.

The Canton Fair also temporarily transferred two translators to assist, and this was barely able to cope with it.

County Magistrate Wang took the seal in his hand and stamped it on the letter of intent.

His movements were full of momentum, and his face was even more proud: I never thought that our Bishui County products would sometimes be snapped up.

Awesome, Comrade Xiao Liu is awesome, he is truly a blessed general of our Bishui County!

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

The foreigners got excited and pulled several feet of linen cloth and showed off a section of water sleeves.

The snow-white linen was almost turned into a rag as it was dragged around on the floor.

But people like to play like this. One of them, a bearded man, enthusiastically extended an invitation and was willing to spend money to invite their Peking Opera model team to perform in their country.

Hey, there is such an unexpected gain!

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

Liu Qingshan also blinked hard: Is this considered unintentional?

At this moment, Liu Qingshan suddenly heard a very discordant voice coming from him: "What are you doing in Bishui County? You are making a lot of noise and disrupting the order of the conference. Can you bear the responsibility?"

Who is this?

Liu Qingshan looked around and looked familiar. He seemed to be Director Bai from the Spring City delegation.

What are you doing? You were just messing around on the train. You didn't recognize people well and almost everyone was deceived. How dare you come here and yell?

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

But don’t you take a look at the current situation. Anyone who dares to obstruct exports to earn foreign exchange will be stepped on by hundreds of millions of feet and will never be able to stand up.

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

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

Even the signing of the letter of intent came to a standstill, and County Magistrate Wang was so angry that he cursed Director Bai's eight generations of ancestors.

Liu Qingshan also quickly stood up and said a few words in English. Soon, everything returned to how it was before.

It seemed like someone just accidentally pressed the pause button.

"Qingshan, what did you just say to the foreign guests?"

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

"Haha, it's okay. I just said that Director Bai saw a lot of foreign businessmen rushing to buy, so he raised the price. This practice is a serious violation, so he was taken away."

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

Is this okay?

Zheng Hongqi suddenly felt: Why does this kid feel a little bit bad?

"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 speaker was an old man standing in the middle. He was about sixty years old and was very energetic.

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

"Mr. Qin, you are showing your love for talents again. I'll send someone to check it out. If they are willing, I can transfer it to you. How about it?"

Another slightly younger man beside him smiled and answered, then waved his hand gently, 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'd better give up for now. That young man is still a high school student. When he graduates from college, you can take action sooner."

The group of them stopped for a while and then went to check elsewhere. The transaction volume of the Canton Fair is now several billion US dollars, and it is not far away from breaking through tens of billions.

Of course, Liu Qingshan didn't know what happened. He still chatted with the foreigners calmly. Most of the topics were about the history and characteristics of China, which had nothing to do with the goods for sale.

Especially the Chinese delicacies, which he talked about so much that they almost made the foreigners gorge themselves.

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

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

The three people supported each other and walked out of the huge Liuhua Exhibition Hall.

Outside the exhibition hall, imported luxury cars drove the famous foreign businessmen to hotels or restaurants.

Drivers who drive can also enjoy a high-standard free lunch with all-you-can-eat rice after seeing off foreign guests!

In addition, there is also a certain amount of meal-missing subsidies, so at this time, limousine drivers were envied by everyone, and together with doctors and pork sellers, they were collectively known as the "Three Treasures of Yangcheng".

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

After three bowls of rice, these three people finally came 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, 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 still green face, eating food slowly in his mouth, the mood of the three of them was a little complicated.

This year's Canton Fair, I'm so grateful to have brought this little lucky general to me.

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

When he came back from wandering around, he found a middle-aged man pushing a wheelchair in front of their booth, staying there.

There was a white-haired old man sitting in a wheelchair. He 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 have been over seventy years old. There were already some age spots on his face. His hair was all silver-white, but it was combed meticulously, and every strand was carried back energetically.

At this moment, the old man's eyes were 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. When he opened his mouth, the jaws of everyone present almost dropped:

"You are from Gada Diyin in the Northeast, my hometown is Fengtian Di."

A strong Northeastern accent was spoken from the mouth of an old overseas Chinese. This feeling was so weird that the three people in the booth were stunned.

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

After answering, he muttered again: "The local pronunciation has not changed, but the hair on the temples has faded. Old man, when will you go back to your hometown and have a look? The trees are thousands of feet tall, and the leaves have fallen back to their roots."

"The local pronunciation 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 moist, and he muttered repeatedly: "Young man, I have left home, but I can't go back. I can't go back!"

"Father, I promised you not to be sad."
To be continued...