Hello, 1983

When Liu Qingshan and Captain Zhang rushed back to the village headquarters, they saw two cars parked in the courtyard.

One jeep is from the county, and the other is a brand-new crown. It is also the top luxury car family that can be seen in China, and the value is in the early 100,000s.

In this era, 100,000 yuan, a car can be worth 100,000 yuan, which can definitely scare people to death.

Entering the room, I saw the old party secretary with a sullen face, sitting here to accompany the guests, and seeing Captain Zhang and Liu Qingshan come in, the old party secretary nodded to them:

I'm a little uncomfortable, I'll leave it to you here.

It should be because he felt uncomfortable, because Zhang Ganzi was his own nephew, so Zhang Ganzi's grandfather was the father of the old party secretary.

If it weren't for the old party secretary's consciousness, he might have gone home long ago and brought the local guns and foreign cannons.

Grandpa Zhi, you should go home and rest first, we are here.

Liu Qingshan supported the old party secretary and sent him out. When he went out, he said softly: Don't worry, we must not ask them to pick up bargains in Jiapigou, maybe we have to slaughter them.

The old party secretary patted Liu Qingshan's arm gently: Qingshan, this matter involves the export of foreign exchange in our entire county, and the overall situation is the most important.

Watching the slightly hunched back of the old party secretary go away, Liu Qingshan's mood was also a little complicated.

After returning to the room, Liu Qingshan greeted Zheng Hongqi, Director Zhou of the Commerce Bureau, and others who were accompanying him.

In addition to the relevant leaders in the county, there is also a leader surnamed Hu from the regional commercial bureau to which Bishui County belongs.

In the end, Liu Qingshan's eyes fell on the Japanese businessmen.

One of them is a middle-aged man, he is not tall, his suit is meticulous, his face is serious, and his eyes are a little aggressive when he looks at people.

Beside this middle-aged man, there was a woman in business attire, who was about thirty years old. The white powder on her face was thickly rubbed, and it was estimated that it was a secretary or assistant.

In addition, there was a young woman who was mumbling something to Yang Hongying, looking like she was having a good conversation.

It seems that this should be the island student Yang Hongying met.

Team here,

There weren't many benches in total, so there was a man in his thirties standing beside him. It seemed that he was a translator.

Seeing Liu Qingshan, Yang Hongying got up with a smile and said, Sanfenger, this is my good friend from college, Miss Fujita Kasumi.

After speaking, he turned to the sweeter-looking woman beside him: Jiamei, this is my brother.

It seems that this girl Fujita Kamei should be good in Mandarin, because Yang Hongying speaks all Chinese.

Although she was half a head shorter than Yang Hongying, she was smiling, her clothes were more luxurious, and she was more feminine.

Fujita Kamei looked at Liu Qingshan with interest, bowed, said hello, and chatted and laughed with Yang Hongying.

Her voice is sweet, her smile is bright, her body is full of joy and confidence, fashion and independence, and she immediately becomes the focus of attention.

In this regard, it is very different from the current domestic women. In the 1980s, most women in China were conservative and reserved.

Seeing the two girls fighting, Liu Qingshan couldn't help but touch his nose. Judging from Fujita Kami's expression, it was estimated that she was joking with the old sister, otherwise, Yang Hongying would not pretend to pinch her.

It was Zheng Hongqi who first took his eyes off the two bright women and continued to introduce Liu Qingshan:

Qingshan, this is Mr. Masaichi Fujita, the representative of Marubeni Co., Ltd. This time he came to Bishui County to inspect the resources of wild vegetables, and the provinces, cities and counties attach great importance to it.

He could feel that after coming to Jiapigou, the atmosphere was a little weird, and the villagers seemed to have some resistance, which was very unfavorable for the work.

Liu Qingshan nodded, indicating that he understood, then smiled and stretched out his hand: Mr. Fujita, welcome to visit us.

Fujita Masaichi also got up and shook hands with a serious attitude. It could be seen that this guy is not a good talker.

In the humble office of the village headquarter, the two sides chatted awkwardly for a while with the help of the translator Yang, and the atmosphere was far from harmonious.

On the contrary, Yang Hongying and Fujita Kamei were chatting hotly.

Seeing that it was not early, and it was almost time for dinner, Liu Qingshan stood up:

Miss Jiamei is my old sister's friend, so she must be a guest at home. We also prepared a simple family dinner.

At this time, the regional leader Hu suddenly said: This is not good, will it neglect the guests?

This leader Hu is in his forties, and he has a strong official accent in his mouth.

Director Zhou also quickly whispered to Liu Qingshan, Why don't you go back to the county for dinner?

What he was worried about was that the poor reception would cause unnecessary trouble to Liu Qingshan and Jiapigou.

After all, diplomacy is no trivial matter. If something goes wrong here, the foreign businessman slaps his butt and leaves. It is estimated that he, the director in charge of business, will be punished.

Liu Qingshan smiled at him: Director Zhou, it's a family banquet, the key is to talk about friendship.

Director Zhou suddenly realized that he secretly praised Liu Qingshan for being smart. Since it is a family banquet, even if there is any negligence, it is not easy for guests to pick faults, right?

So Director Zhou explained a few words to Leader Hu in a low voice, and Leader Hu reluctantly nodded.

Worried about the lack of materials at Liu Qingshan's house, Director Zhou murmured with Liu Qingshan for a while, and quickly sent a driver to drive a jeep back to the county to urgently transport some ingredients back.

So, a large group of people left the village and walked slowly to Liu Qingshan's grandfather's house. After all, Yang Hongying lived here.

The village is full of dirt roads, and most of the thatched houses are in ruins, but the two Japanese businessmen are still very interested.

Even Miss Jiamei took off the camera slung around her neck and asked Yang Hongying to help her take pictures.

The background is the sprouted wicker fence, and the old houses that are crooked and full of vicissitudes.

This is also called the accompanying officials, and their faces are hot: is it appropriate to expose such a poor side to foreign businessmen?

Liu Qingshan took it calmly: it is precisely because of the current poverty and backwardness that this ancient nation burst out with a powerful driving force, and then left behind the countries that once needed to be looked up to.

Therefore, it is not terrible to be backward, what is terrible is that there is no determination to change the backwardness.

Walking and walking, I came to the front of Zhang Dashuai's home, here is a circle of walls, stacked one by one, about one and a half meters high.

On the top of the wall, there is also a big rooster, pacing the generals.

Fujita Kamei cheered, and it seemed that she was going to take pictures here.

Even that Fujita Masaichi suddenly became interested, he put his hand on the wall, and asked the accompanying female secretary to help take a few pictures.

Then, murmuring in his mouth, he talked to the translator for a while.

Translator Yang nodded vigorously, and finally recited: Mr. Fujita said that he is very interested in this ancient mud wall and thinks that it has a strong original atmosphere, so I asked if it is possible to ship a batch back and build another like this. Wall?

After listening to him, the group of people headed by Hu Leader couldn't help but look at each other in dismay: Is this foreign businessman's taste really unique?

I can't figure it out, I don't understand, it is estimated that rich people like this kind of tune.

However, since foreign businessmen have opened their mouths, what they are asking for is still this kind of worthless thing, Hu Leader directly calls the shots: Of course there is no problem, as much as you want, you can transport it!

When the translator finished explaining to Masaichi Fujita, Mr. Fujita's sullen face showed a smile for the first time, and he said through the translator:

This is my personal request, and it has nothing to do with this expedition, so I will still pay some fees personally.

Leader Hu waved his hand: It's just some useless wasteland, how can you collect money, there is absolutely no reason for this.

As soon as the voice fell, a harsh cough came from the side, and then a voice suddenly sounded:

Damn, this is coming from my door to pick up a bargain!

Looking at the sound, it was a group of villagers carrying shovels and picks. The leader was a small man, without a hat, showing a big bald head.

At this moment, the big bald head was looking at them fiercely.

Master, be polite.

Captain Zhang shouted.

Leader Hu was also very dissatisfied. He glanced at the villagers and complained: The foreign businessmen have come all the way to support the construction of our country. Everyone must raise their awareness.

The common people are afraid of officials, this is the general trend at the moment, but this guy Zhang Dashuai is too bandit and cannot be measured by common sense.

He walked to Masaichi Fujita a few steps, raised his finger and pointed at the other person's nose.

Not to mention, Zhang Dashuai is short and Fujita is not tall, but it is the first time that Zhang Dashuai feels condescending:

Damn, bullying us for being uneducated, right? Let me tell you, this is peat soil, which is exclusively found in the swamps of the cold zone. It takes hundreds of years to accumulate such a thick layer, and gold is precious!

His index and middle fingers gestured, leaving only a small gap.

What kind of soil is peat soil?

These officials present heard this term for the first time, and they were all stunned for a while.

Of course, Yang's translation can't be translated directly, otherwise Zhang Dashuai's swearing mantra may cause diplomatic disputes.

After listening to the translation, Masaichi Fujita couldn't help but narrow his eyes, and carefully looked at the man in front of him who was gesturing with him:

His clothes were shabby and patched, his shoes and trousers were covered in mud, and they were authentic mud legs no matter what.

However, how could Mud Legs know about such a rare thing as turf soil?

So he bowed deeply to Zhang Dashuai: Please forgive my ignorance, I didn't know it was such a precious natural resource, I took the liberty, I am very sorry, I am very sorry.

Even that Miss Fujita Kamei looked at her uncle blankly.

She was really unintentional just now, she just felt novel when she saw such a primitive scene.

Unexpectedly, her uncle had ulterior motives and was exposed by others, which made me feel ashamed.

After listening to the translation, Zhang Dashuai was also happy and wiped his bald head with his hands:

Haha, in fact, I only learned what peat soil is today. It was told to us by Qingshan. Otherwise, I might have been taken advantage of by you guy.

Everyone's eyes shot towards Liu Qingshan in unison.

Especially those leaders felt a little hot: if this young man hadn't been very knowledgeable, they would have done stupid things that harmed the interests of the country.

They were all like mirrors in their hearts: that Fujita Masaichi was not ignorant, he was clearly trying to get a bargain.

The truly ignorant people are the ones who are right!

Zheng Hongqi nodded towards Liu Qingshan. He and Liu Qingshan have an extraordinary relationship, so he doesn't need to express his gratitude with too many words.

As for the leader Hu, his face was very wonderful. It changed from red to white for a while. Finally, he finally made up his mind, blushed and stretched out his hand to Liu Qingshan:

Comrade Xiao Liu, thank you!