Chapter 352: First Day of Exhibition, Sitting on the Bench
The next day, representatives from all units went to the exhibition hall by car. They wore badges on their chests and wore Canton Fair work badges. The entrances and exits of the exhibition hall were guarded by armed soldiers, and there were also patrols in the hall to ensure the safety of the exhibitors.
The booths of their province are all next to each other and the location is a bit remote. The good locations are reserved for big cities such as Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou. Moreover, the winery's booth is even more remote, being arranged in a corner. The space is not big and can only accommodate one table.
"Good wine needs no bush. Our wine is so good that it will definitely be in short supply!"
Huang Jinxiang was very confident. He took out a few clean wine glasses and a bottle of wine, poured a few glasses and placed them on the table. The unique aroma of the wine slowly spread around, but there were too many people in the exhibition hall, and the aroma was not enough for the foreigners to smell.
An hour later, the guests arrived. They had different skin colors, some were blonde and some were as black as charcoal. The two young men, Xiao Ma and Xiao Sun, were dazzled by them.
"If the lights are turned off, the couple can't even find their mouths when they kiss!"
Xiao Ma sighed that the charcoal his family burned was whiter than those of these people.
"You are stupid. My teeth are white. You can see them when I grin." Xiao Sun retorted.
"That's even more terrifying. It's pitch black at night and all I can see are two rows of teeth. How terrifying!"
"That's true."
The two of them made fun of foreigners and had a very lively conversation.
The other booths were somewhat visited, but their booth in the corner was completely deserted, with not even a ghost in sight.
"Manager, we won't have to sit on the bench all day, right?" Xiao Ma was so bored that he couldn't help asking.
"Shut your stinky mouth!"
Director Lei glared fiercely. In fact, he was also panicking. Half a day had passed and there was not a single customer. Could it be that he couldn't even open the store?
Luo Xinxin and Huang Jinxiang both sat there calmly, not panicking at all.
Lunch was provided by the exhibition hall, one meat and one vegetable, braised pork and stir-fried vegetable cores. It tasted very good, but a bit light. Luo Xinxin and Huang Jinxiang were used to it, but Director Lei and the others thought it was too bland. They were not in the mood to eat at all, worried that they would have to sit on the bench again in the afternoon.
Although they couldn't eat more, they still finished the food so as not to waste it.
After dinner, Luo Xinxin and Huang Jinxiang both took a nap on the table. The guests went back to the guesthouse for lunch and would not come back until the afternoon.
Director Lei, Xiao Ma and Xiao Sun couldn't sleep and just sat there anxiously. In just half a day, Director Lei had several blisters in his mouth from anxiety.
In the afternoon, guests arrived and the exhibition hall was very busy, but their booth was still deserted.
"I'm going somewhere else!"
Huang Jinxiang stood up and observed for a whole morning. He had a rough idea in his mind and now it was his turn to make a shining debut.
"I'll go take a look too. Uncle Lei, you guys watch the booth."
Luo Xinxin also stood up. She wanted to attract some customers and couldn't just sit there and wait for death.
She and Huang Jinxiang did not separate. There were not many wineries participating in the exhibition, only a few well-known brands, all of which were doing good business, and there were many foreigners negotiating.
There were a few foreigners who were not negotiating the price and were going to visit other wineries. Huang Jinxiang greeted them warmly and started to talk to them in English. His English was actually not very fluent, but he was so confident that he could speak English in a very fashionable way.
"Wine, very good, the only one of its kind in the country, one of a kind..."
Huang Jinxiang gestured as he spoke, praising his own wine to the skies, because he had walked around the entire exhibition hall that morning and saw only their wine booth.
This is the monopoly that businessmen love most!
Even though he has such good innate conditions, if he still can't sell it, he might as well untie his belt and hang himself rather than live in disgrace!
Several foreigners laughed out loud, looking somewhat disdainful, and muttered a few words. Huang Jinxiang only understood half of what they said, but he was very observant and could tell from the expressions of these foreigners that they looked down on his own wine.
Luo Xinxin understood that these foreigners said that Chinese people did not know how to make wine at all and had no reputation internationally. If they wanted to buy wine, they would go to France.
She walked over and translated the foreigner's words. Huang Jinxiang was not in a hurry and said calmly, "You all don't understand us Chinese. China has a history of 5,000 years. When we Chinese were making wine, the French were still worrying about toilets. The reason why our wine is not famous internationally is that our winemaking process is extremely complicated, requiring 9981 steps. Each step requires extreme caution. If you are almost there, all your efforts will be wasted..."
Huang Jinxiang didn't speak English for such a long speech, so Luo Xinxin translated it for him.
The foreigners didn't pay much attention at first, but after listening to a few sentences, they became a little fascinated. One red-haired foreigner even asked: "Does wine making have so many steps?"
"Of course, good things take time and effort. Our wine is not a crude fruit wine. It is made from high-quality grapes that have been tempered by the vicissitudes of time. Masters with rich winemaking experience have gone through countless sleepless days and nights to carefully brew this fine wine.
Every drop has a rich taste, and every flavor is just right. As our ancient Chinese poem says, "One point more and it becomes fat, one point less and it becomes woody." Everything is just right, like a thirty-year-old beauty. You all understand."
After Huang Jinxiang finished speaking, he winked at him ambiguously, and several foreigners smiled knowingly. The tacit understanding between men could still fit in perfectly even if they did not speak the same language or had different races.
Several foreigners were very excited by what they heard. China is the most mysterious country in the East. Does it really have high-quality wine?
"If your wine is so good, why didn't you sell it before?"
Someone raised a question, and everyone else nodded.
"Because the brewing process is too complicated, the annual output is low, and domestic supply is insufficient. However, our country is prosperous, and a few years ago we discovered a treasure land that is particularly suitable for growing grapes. The supply problem of high-quality grapes has been solved. We Chinese are warm and hospitable, and we always want to share good things with our friends outside. This is our first time participating in the exhibition. You are all so lucky!"
Huang Jinxiang calmly made up an excuse, and said it as if it were true.
Luo Xinxin translated it without changing her expression, feeling very happy in her heart. She was indeed a gold medal salesperson, her ability to tell lies with her eyes open was really amazing.
A few more foreigners gathered around. After listening to Huang Jinxiang's words, they were very excited and decided to go to the booth to see if it was as good as Huang Jinxiang said.
"Look at my face, everyone. I'm so honest and kind. I've never lied since I was a child. I definitely wouldn't lie to you. Once you drink my wine, you'll know it's the best in the world!"
Huang Jinxiang pointed to his round, chubby face, which looked quite honest indeed. Several foreigners laughed and did not believe a word he said.
Chinese wine may taste good, but it is not easy to surpass French wine. This person is too boastful.
The minefield director and his two companions sat on the bench, watching the other booths bustling with visitors. Their own desolate situation was accompanied automatically by the White-Haired Girl's song: "The north wind blows, the snowflakes drift, I wait for my father to come home for the New Year..."
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