When will I have a long tassel?

"Fat man!"

"Tang Shuai!"

At the Capital Airport, Ning Mo had a bear hug with Tang Zifeng, who came to pick him up in person. The smell of engine oil on his body made Tang Zifeng wrinkle his nose, and then he laughed. The fat man was still the same fat man, and he had not lost himself in the colorful world of Africa.

After the hug, before Tang Zifeng could say anything, Ningmo waved behind him. A dozen black guys wearing blue work clothes quickly stood in a row, and then whoever took the lead was unknown, and everyone was on the ground. He bowed to Tang Zifeng and greeted loudly in barely acceptable Chinese:

"Hello, Mr. Tang!"

This voice not only startled Tang Zifeng, but also everyone else in the airport reception hall paid attention, wondering what the situation was here.

"Fat man, this is..." Tang Zifeng asked in surprise.

"These are all my students. What do you think? They all look pretty energetic, right?" Ning Mo showed off proudly.

Tang Zifeng looked at this group of black guys and found that if the factor of skin color was ignored, they all looked pretty. Also, the work clothes they were wearing seemed familiar to Tang Zifeng.

"You didn't dump your old work clothes from Linyiji's warehouse to Africa, did you?" Tang Zifeng asked Ningmo.

He recognized it. Aren't these work clothes the same as those used by Lin Yiji in the past? They had a waist and cuffs, and two pockets on the chest. This style of work clothes has been used by Linyiji for decades. Later, in line with the development of the times, Linyiji hired professional designers to design new work clothes. This kind of old work clothes has not been used for many years, and Ning Mo didn’t know Where did you get them from?

"Ha, you can see this." Ning Mo laughed, "I used one of my old work clothes to look like it and had it custom-made by a factory in Jingnan. Now it is the uniform of our machine tool school. Why? That’s interesting, isn’t it?”

"Not bad, not bad." Tang Zifeng praised, "Your machine tool school even has uniforms, it looks quite formal. I met Beibei last time, and she said that your school is just a grassroots team and can't get on the stage. .”

"What does she know!" Ning Mo said arrogantly, "She always said that I was not doing my job properly in Africa. In fact, I am very prestigious in Africa now. I dare not say that in other places, but in Addis Ababa, mention me Everyone knows Principal Ning’s name. If the embassy wants to do something, it needs my help. Don’t you think so?”

He turned to say the last words to the group of African students. After hearing Ning Mo's words, everyone straightened their chests and responded loudly: "Yes! The principal is mighty!"

Tang Zifeng felt a chill. He looked at Ning Mo and asked, "You taught me this?"

"Yeah." Ning Mo responded calmly.

"You brought so many people back with you just to let them support you?"

"You can see this." Ning Mo was immediately embarrassed.

When he brought these students back, he did have the intention of letting them support him, but this intention was directly dismissed by Tang Zifeng, which made him a little embarrassed. He said quietly:

"Providing support is just incidental. I brought them here to participate in the National Higher Vocational College Machining Skills Competition next week. These people have learned some superficial skills and feel that they are quite remarkable. I brought them here. Come here to open their eyes and let them know what it means to have a better world."

"So that's it." Tang Zifeng nodded.

Linji Group is one of the co-organizers of the National Vocational College Machining Skills Competition, so Tang Zifeng knew about it. Ningmo brought a group of African students to participate in the competition. He probably negotiated with the organizer. Maybe the organizer welcomed this method because it could add a lot of publicity points. This is like the "International Marathon" that is very popular in various places nowadays. In fact, a few African runners are invited to come and make up the numbers. It feels a bit high-end when you say it.

"I brought a minibus here. Let them go with Xiao Li. You can go with me in the same car." Tang Zifeng explained, and at the same time pointed out the minibus driver Xiao Li to Ning Mo. .

"He San, take someone with you to follow Mr. Li. Someone will arrange your accommodation and meals for you. Remember, when you arrive in China, you must abide by the rules, otherwise I will expel you from school when you return." Ning Mo asked The leader of the group of African students ordered.

"He San..." Tang Zifeng looked at the swarthy African young man and wondered what the name "He San" meant.

"His name is He Sai." Ning Mo pulled up his suitcase and followed Tang Zifeng towards the parking lot while explaining to Tang Zifeng, "There are five students named He Sai among our students. If you shout one, several times Everyone turned around at the same time, it was very chaotic. Later I gave them stage names, from He Da to He Wu, this one is He San."

"It seems that you are really telling the truth in the local area. You just changed someone's name and they didn't have any objection." Tang Zifeng joked with a smile.

"They dare!" Ning Mo said domineeringly, and then changed his tone and said: "Actually, Old Tang, let me tell you, my prestige is based on what I did. That place in Africa is really It is too poor and too backward.

"Americans, Europeans, Japanese, Koreans, and people from other weird countries all look down on Africans, and they always turn their noses up when talking to them. That is to say, we Chinese are very particular about everyone. Be equal and be polite to them.

"People's hearts are made of flesh, and Africans are not stupid, right? How can they still tell who is good to them and who is bad to them? Don't look at me when I usually teach them techniques. I open my mouth to curse and raise my hands. Even if I fight, they still respect me from the bottom of their hearts.

"I just said that no one in Addis Ababa doesn't know me. Actually, I'm not bragging. When I need to do something locally, I just say hello and someone will do it for me. Why, it's because I teach these people how to learn. When it comes to technology, it is taught sincerely. My school charges low tuition fees and produces high-level workers. It has become famous as soon as I go back and forth."

"I heard Lao Zhou tell me about your matter." Tang Zifeng said, "Fat man, you did a great job in this matter. The country wants to set you up as a model for the Belt and Road Initiative."

"Typical or not, I don't care." Ning Mo pretended to be indifferent, but the smile on his fat face revealed his true heart.

What Ningmo wants is actually others' recognition of him. He originally only expected to be recognized by his wife and friends around him. Who would have thought that by accident, he would become a typical example of the national tree. It is absolutely impossible for him to be dissatisfied.

"When I come back this time, I still have a lot of things I want to ask you for help with. Some things I can do myself, but if you can help, that's the best. The only person I admire in my life, fat man, is you. So, you must help me with these tasks." Ning Mo said, stretching out a hand and intending to put it on Tang Zifeng's shoulder to show intimacy.

"You damn fat man, take your fat hands away!"

Tang Zifeng showed a disgusted expression and stopped Ning Mo's illegal behavior. It wasn't that he was sexually discriminatory towards Ning Mo, it was just that Ning Mo's arms were heavy and hot, and the feeling of putting them on his shoulders was too bad.

"Don't do this to me. If you have anything to say, just tell me. If you want to show affection, go back to your Beibei Xiu. I'm not the kind of person with special hobbies." Tang Zifeng said sternly.

"It sounds like I have some special hobby!" Ning Mo said without anger, "I said I'm asking you for help, but actually I'm just giving you an opportunity. Now many companies are going to Africa to develop, and the demand for machine tool operators in Africa exceeds the supply. , I thought, this means that the demand for machine tools will also skyrocket.

"In the past two years, the domestic machine tool market has not been as popular as in previous years. Are you also looking for a market? If I can help you open the African market, does it count as helping you?"

"That's true."

Hearing that what Ning Mo said was serious business, Tang Zifeng stopped teasing him. He said: "We are already selling machine tools to countries along the Belt and Road, and the development in Africa is also good. You said you can help us open the African market, what is the specific situation, and is it any different from what we are doing now? "

"Of course it's different." Ning Mo felt proud again, "Does our on-the-spot salesperson, even Han Weichang, know what the situation is like in Africa? After all, they just use their domestic experience to go to Africa to sell machine tools. I’m not saying they can’t sell it, but there must be some problems, don’t you think?”

"Tell me, what are the problems?" Tang Zifeng asked.

"The most basic point is that our machine tools are not suitable for Africans to use." Ningmo said, "I run a machine tool school. No one knows better than me what problems Africans have when running machine tools.

"We have been trying to make Africans adapt to our machine tools. There is a saying that it is easy to change a country, but hard to change a person's temperament. Can you imagine how difficult it is to make people adapt to our machine tools?

"In the past two years, I have been thinking, why can't we develop a batch of machine tools that adapt to African operating habits according to the characteristics of Africans? If there are such machine tools, it will be easy for us to teach and easy for you to sell. Isn’t this what you often call a win-win situation?”

Because of his friendship with Tang Zifeng, even though Ning Mo had resigned and worked in the industry for more than ten years, when he talked about Linji, he still said "we Linji", which meant that he regarded Linji as his own home.

"That makes sense!"

Tang Zifeng felt his eyes light up and vaguely grasped something important. He said: "Fat man, don't be too busy talking. I'll ask someone to rearrange the lunch. What I originally prepared was a family dinner. It was just you and Wen Jun eating together. Now I have to ask Li Kejia to come over and take her with me. Engineers in the company, let’s listen to what you said about Africans’ operating habits.”