Chapter 317: Conquer the World
Fubao stopped and asked, "What's wrong?"
Cheng Yaoyao took out a beautiful domestic stainless steel thermos from her special bag and said, "Put this on your back."
Fubao: "Is this necessary? Are you going to start selling products now?"
Luo Jiu smiled and said, "Just carry it on your back. After all, it will be in the newspapers. We all cherish every opportunity to show off."
"That's right," Cheng Yaoyao said, "This is a specialty of Yi County. Qiao Ju and the others finally managed to make some stainless steel. When they heard that we could bring in the goods, they made a batch of kettles first.
The style is so beautiful, it will be a highlight if you carry it on your back. Besides, the folks in Yi County have sent you many local specialties, so you should just carry it on your back."
Fubao tilted his head and put on the kettle helplessly, "I have lost my life because of my greed."
Luo Jiu smiled and shook his head, then stood up and said, "Let's go, let's conquer the world."
It was summer, near noon, and the sun in Bolin was still scorching.
Everyone was wearing light sports shorts and shorts, and lightweight sneakers, looking very refreshing.
Nearly five hundred people were wearing uniform clothes, all of them in high spirits, immediately attracting the attention of passers-by.
The crowd gathered around them unconsciously, following them with their steps and eyes, and talking in low voices.
"Where did these people come from? I seem to have never seen them before."
"Looking at his skin color, he's yellow, so he must be from the East."
Zhong Jialing walked along the way, hearing this discussion, and smiled and told them in English: "We are from China."
An old white lady was surprised and said: "You can speak English? My God, you look smart and strong."
Zhong Jialing smiled brightly and followed the group to pick up their luggage.
Seeing that no one came out, the Chinese group who came to pick up the people were worried.
Liu Lewen, the president of the Chinese Chamber of Commerce in Deguo, is nearly fifty years old. He is holding a bouquet of flowers and waiting anxiously. "Is it this time?"
The director of the hometown association who was holding a pick-up sign next to him told him with certainty, "It's this time. We called the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and Minister Zhong to confirm it before we left."
"Then why hasn't anyone come out yet?" Liu Lewen was nervous and began to make wild guesses.
"Could it be that there is a problem entering the country? Is there someone with unqualified documents? Or is there a language barrier and something went wrong? Director Qin, go over and ask if the airport staff can make some concessions and let us in to help handle it."
Director Qin looked helpless, "Chairman Liu, this is Deguo, not Shuntianfu. Can I give him a few silver dollars and let him go? The people of Deguo are stubborn, you know that."
Liu Lewen was wearing a long gown and was sweating from the heat. He fanned himself with his hands from time to time and murmured, "It's time to come out anyway."
Before he finished speaking, the sound of crisp footsteps came from behind him.
Everyone turned around and saw a graceful middle-aged woman wearing a simple white shirt and black suit pants, striding towards them in high heels.
She was followed by several young men, carrying packages of various sizes.
The woman said in a clear and crisp voice: "I'm sorry, I'm late. I suddenly thought of buying something and was delayed for a while."
The new reporter from Huashang Daily asked hurriedly, "Who is this?"
Director Qin told her: "This is President Lu of the Yingguo Chinese Chamber of Commerce. He came all the way from Yingguo to pick you up at the airport yesterday."
Seeing Lu Fengchun, Liu Lewen hurriedly said, "Hey, President Lu, you're here. Quick, is there any way we can use? Find someone to go in and take a look."
The person next to him also said, "The airport staff said the plane arrived 30 minutes ago, so it shouldn't take that long to pick up the luggage. We don't know what's going on inside, so we better find a way to get in."
Lu Fengchun stuck his head in and looked inside. There were only a few white people coming out from the entrance.
She said, "You don't have to go in. Just ask someone who has come out."
She stepped forward decisively and asked in Yingwen: "Is there anyone who can speak Yingyu?"
An old man from Deguo stopped and said, "I know a little bit, do you need help?"
"Thank God!" Lu Fengchun said hurriedly, "We are Chinese. Just now a plane from China landed at this airport. Inside are our compatriots. We are all waiting here to pick them up.
But I don't know why they haven't come out yet. Are they in trouble? Have you noticed the yellow-skinned Chinese people? "
The old man roared with laughter. "Of course, no one can ignore them."
Everyone rushed over after hearing the noise. De Yuying and Yu joined in, asking in unison, "What happened to them? What stopped them?"
The old man smiled and said, "They were stopped by Pauline's enthusiasm. This is the first time I've seen so many Chinese people, and the same goes for the passengers. Everyone is taking a group photo inside and should be coming out soon."
As he was speaking, a noisy voice was heard in the corridor.
Everyone turned around and saw compatriots in uniform dragging trolley suitcases and striding towards them.
The outfit of short sleeves and sports shorts really shocked many people who had specially worn long shirts to pick him up at the airport.
Is our motherland already so open?
People were stunned for a few seconds, and the foreign old man came up to Lu Fengchun and said, "I've heard that Chinese people are more feudal and conservative. I thought your compatriots would be beheaded for showing their legs. I didn't expect that both women and men would dress so modernly."
Lu Fengchun sighed, not knowing how to explain for a moment.
The year she went abroad, a woman in the village let a man see a piece of her arm, and was eventually forced to hang herself because of the rumors.
Because she was a beautiful young widow who often went out to do business, the clan leader and his men smashed her stall, ordered her to stop her business, and told her to stay at home and observe her widowhood.
Once upon a time, women in my hometown were trapped in the shackles of the Three Obediences and Four Virtues. They were not allowed to stand out, nor were they allowed to have their own way of life. Otherwise, they would be considered restless and unlearned.
Some old stubborn people still judge women as tools. No matter how good she is at studying or doing business, there will always be people who say, "After all, as a woman, the most important thing is to take care of your husband and children."
It makes people really want to tear his mouth apart. Of course they like women who are content to live their lives, who do the laundry and cooking honestly, who give birth to and raise children honestly, who serve as the nanny for the whole family, and who leave all the best things in the world, such as fame, fortune and status, to men.
Of course, men hope that all women are so obedient and sensible, but Lu Fengchun just doesn't want to.
The night her stall was smashed, she dragged her broken stall cart back to the yard. When she crossed the threshold, she fell to the ground and almost fainted.
Later it rained and woke her up. She lay in the rain all night. After dawn, there was only one sentence in her mind: escape, escape from this place.
Lu Fengchun is born with a rebellious nature. He wants me to be content? I just won't.
Not only was she restless, she was also thinking about leaving and decided to take revenge on those who bullied her.
The next day, she dragged her feverish body to secretly buy a boat ticket, returned to the village, and asked passing children to help pass on the message, "Just say I'm dying of illness, and ask the tribe leader to come to my house."
The clan leader thought that the widow was finally going to commit suicide by severing ties with the family. Since she had left a last will, he might as well listen to it. So he came without any suspicion and soon after.
As soon as he entered the yard and had yet to open his mouth, he suddenly felt a gust of wind behind his head and was hit by a club in an instant.
Lu Fengchun gritted his teeth and dragged the old man into the house, then stripped him of his clothes, took out half a pot of liquor and poured two cups on him, making him look drunk.
Then he tore off his buttons, ruffled his hair, and used the old man's hand to ruthlessly scratch two bloody marks on his neck.
She waited until it was getting dark, when the villagers were returning home from work and farming, and then she shouted, "Help! Help! This is molest!"
The patriarch was soon awakened by her shouting. The old man was so frightened by the scene that he hurriedly covered her mouth.
The two of them pulled each other into the yard, and everyone rushed in. They saw Lu Fengchun struggling desperately and calling for help, while the naked clan leader was anxiously covering her mouth.
The villagers were in an uproar. Lu Fengchun immediately said that the clan leader took advantage of her illness and drunkenness to force her to do something indecent. How could she, a chaste and virtuous woman, obey his orders? She struggled desperately and was beaten.
As she spoke, she revealed the wound on her neck. Everyone frowned and looked at the tribe leader. The tribe leader looked at the blood stains on his hands and was unable to defend himself.
"It was obviously her. She sent someone to tell me that she was dying of illness and asked me to come over..."
Lu Fengchun said: "That's right, I sent someone to ask you to come over.
You brought people to smash my stall, and I got sick out of panic. I asked you to come here to beg you to give me a way to survive.
I prepared wine and food, and treated you to a banquet with good intentions, but I didn't expect that you were so lustful that you insisted on having sex with me..."
Lu Fengchun burst into tears as she spoke. When everyone looked at her, they saw that she was a thin and sick young widow, so pitiful. Was there any need to argue about right and wrong?
The clan leader was so angry that he felt dizzy. He picked up a stick and was about to hit someone. Everyone tried to stop him. He gritted his teeth and said helplessly, "I will die today to prove my loyalty. You framed me, and even if I become a ghost, I will not let you go."
After saying this, he hit his head against a pillar, blood splattered everywhere, and he died on the spot.
Everyone looked at Lu Fengchun again, and Lu Fengchun immediately raised his hand and swore: "If I falsely accuse him of even a single word, I will be haunted by evil spirits and suffer restless nights."
The clan leader's family came to collect the body, and Lu Fengchun followed them with his bedding.
She said, "Since he said I wronged him, he will come to find me even as a ghost. I will make it easier for him to find me. I will sleep in front of the spirit and will not go anywhere."
The clan leader's family was a little skeptical at first, but since she really dared to stay in the mourning hall, no one dared to say anything.
Everyone was afraid of being dragged into the battle between humans and ghosts, so they left her alone there at night.
Lu Fengchun lay beside the coffin, feeling peaceful and contented.
There was a cool breeze in the night and the lights flickered, but Lu Fengchun was not afraid at all.
The wronged ghost is asking for my life? Humph, she thought to herself: Do you think I am wronged? When you smashed my stall and ruined my livelihood, why don’t you think I am wronged?
Since you think that my showing up in public would bring shame to the family, I will be a "chaste and heroic woman" to bring shame to you.
Look at you, you are so fragile when you are alive, this is unbearable.
Killing yourself by hitting your head is considered a skill?
If you can't defeat me when you're alive, does that mean I'll be afraid of you after you die?
She slept peacefully in the mourning hall for several days until the burial. She even went to the grave to take a look and felt really relieved.
She went home, packed her bag, boarded a boat, and left for a distant land.
When she first arrived abroad, she had a bad reputation because people who knew the inside story were saying that she was having an affair with the clan leader.
"Why did the clan leader get involved with her out of nowhere? She must have hooked up with someone before. But now that things have come to a head, she just doesn't dare to go all the way."
Lu Fengchun really found it ridiculous that something that didn't happen at all ended up being her fault.
But it doesn’t matter, rumors can kill cowards, but they can’t kill me.
She smuggled into Ying Country, obtained a legal identity, and continued to thrive.
Later she discovered that those people did not really believe in the Three Obediences and Four Virtues, and that they bullied the weak and feared the strong.
When she was a small stall owner, everyone told her that women shouldn't run business.
When she was a big boss, everyone told her that she was a business genius.
Those dirty words are just a few whispers behind someone's back to satisfy their tongue cravings.
If I really get in front of her, won't I have to respectfully call her President Lu?
Those people bullied her in the past because they were sure that she couldn't do anything to them. As a weak woman, what's the big deal if she cries and screams? Who's afraid?
But things are different now. If anyone dares to mess with her, she will really take revenge, strangle their profitable business and destroy their jobs.
In this world, isn't it just whoever is in power who has the final say?
When she first heard the news of her motherland's donations for the Olympic Games, what touched her most was that President Luo was fully responsible for this matter.
Lu Fengchun is an experienced person. She knows that for a woman to sit in such a high position, she must have gone through countless hardships and difficulties.
How could she not help? If this failed, would anyone use this as an excuse to question the female president's ability to get things done?
Lu Fengchun actively worked for this purpose, contacted the Chinese Chamber of Commerce in various countries in Australia, and took the lead in donating 8,000 US dollars. Finally, he raised 80,000 US dollars in the fastest way and sent it over.
After looking forward to it day and night, they finally arrived.
They came towards her with a large team of athletes, full of vigor and high spirits.
Hearing the foreign old man sighing at his compatriots' fashionable clothing, Lu Fengchun couldn't help but sigh and said, "Our country is changing with each passing day. Now it has entered a new world."
As she spoke, she strode forward and excitedly greeted them along with many Chinese people.
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The delegation encountered enthusiastic onlookers. People are very curious about rare species, just like seeing giant pandas in the zoo. Just like Chinese people in the early years loved taking photos with foreigners, when the delegation was met by foreigners, they immediately took out their old film cameras and took many photos.
Since everyone carried so much luggage, we were delayed inside for a while.
After being watched all the way, I finally came out. When I saw the familiar yellow skin and black eyes, I felt relieved.
Representatives from various chambers of commerce who came to greet the guests at the airport immediately stepped forward, presented flowers and expressed their greetings. Luo Jiu and his companions shook hands and exchanged greetings with everyone one by one.
When they arrived in front of Lu Fengchun, Luo Jiu held her hand tightly, restrained his surging emotions, and said calmly as possible: "Boss Lu, thank you for your help many times. We will never forget this kindness."
When she said "we", she meant the four of them. But to Lu Fengchun, she thought she was representing the country and the people.
Lu Fengchun said hurriedly: "It's my duty. It's my duty to contribute to the country. It's my honor to serve President Luo."
Liu Lewen hurriedly said with a smile: "President Luo, the reporters are here, let's take pictures first."
After introducing themselves to each other, the group took a historic group photo at the airport.
The accompanying reporting team also took out their cameras and video recorders and began recording.
The Chinese Chamber of Commerce booked a hotel in Chinatown and served Chinese food in the banquet hall to welcome the delegation.
The hotel owner was one of the earliest Chinese to come to the West. He was over 80 years old and came to the banquet hall tremblingly, supported by others.
During the meal, he couldn't help crying when talking about the hardships he experienced in his early years.
"When I first arrived here, the foreigners treated me as an inferior, even inferior to black people. They thought that black people at least had physical strength, while we Chinese were weak and not as smart as them.
Their country bullies our country, and they foreigners bully us.
President Luo, I dream of our motherland becoming stronger. "
Luo Jiu hurriedly said: "Old man, we are now on the road to becoming a powerful country, and that day will not be far away. We have come with so many people this time to prove in the world-class competition that we are the strongest."
Everyone at the table had tears in their eyes. The old man wiped away his tears hastily. "Which game are we more confident of? I will definitely go to the scene to watch it."
Luo Jiu smiled and pointed at Fu Bao and said, "Comrade Fu Bao is sure to win in all the events he participates in."
Fu Bao, who was eating, looked up from his busy schedule and said, "On the first day of the shooting competition, several leaders participated. They were also very confident."
Everyone was shocked and asked, "Is it true?"
Cheng Yaoyao explained with a smile: "In order to let everyone focus on other events and win as many gold medals as possible, the four of us will be responsible for shooting and archery. We are somewhat confident, so everyone can look forward to it."
"Looking forward to it!" Everyone applauded enthusiastically.
Such occasions are the easiest to communicate feelings. Luo Jiu is also very considerate of these compatriots who are drifting overseas, asking if they need any help from the motherland? If they encounter any trouble, please contact Minister Zhong in time.
Zhong Jialing was also very happy and kept chatting with everyone. Halfway through the meal, the scene seemed to have turned into a big party.
There were two lion heads in the banquet hall. The old man said that when he was in China, he joined the lion dance team every year. He missed it very much, but now he is old, so he asked his son to dance for everyone.
The key point is that his son is not young anymore, he is in his fifties or sixties, and he almost sprained his waist while lifting such a heavy lion head.
Fubao watched him dance for a few times and already figured out the trick. This step is very simple, right?
She strode forward, "I'll dance."
She somersaulted onto the stage holding the lion's head, and immediately won applause from the audience.
Fubao climbed up the pillar to the beat of the drums, and then he used a move called "Fish Leaping Over the Dragon Gate" to stir up the sea of clouds.
Everyone in the banquet hall was enjoying the sight and applauding loudly. The old man was so scared that he quickly reminded Luo Jiu: "Hurry up and let Comrade Fu come down. This lion head has not been taken care of for a long time. The burrs inside are prickly. Don't hurt her."
Luo Jiu smiled and waved his hand, "No."
Not to mention burrs, even a knife can't hurt her.
After Fu Bao had finished his fun, several Chinese businessmen also went on stage to perform, singing operas and dancing the yangge dance. It was a very lively occasion.
Feng Qi touched Zhong Jialing's arm and said, "Since they are working so hard, should we also give them a show?"
Zhong Jialing: "If anyone has to pay it back, it should be Jiuer. She is very important."
Luo Jiu: "Please spare me. I can say that I know a little bit about most of the skills in the world, but if you ask me to sing or perform opera, everyone here will be scared and run away."
Cheng Yaoyao arranged: "Jiu'er will write a calligraphy, Jialing will sing a song on our behalf, and I will go get the local specialties for my compatriots."
"Okay, okay." Luo Jiu and Zhong Jialing responded in unison.
The hotel owner went to prepare the four treasures of the study, and Zhong Jialing went on stage to sing "My Chinese Heart".
The rivers and mountains only linger in my dreams, and I haven’t been close to my motherland for many years.
But no matter what, it can't change my Chinese heart.
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After just two lines of singing, the audience burst into tears.
While comforting everyone, Luo Jiu took the brush and wrote four large Chinese characters in a flamboyant style: Blood is thicker than water.
Now even more people were crying, and everyone was taking out handkerchiefs to wipe their tears.
Even someone who doesn't like to cry, like Lu Fengchun, shed tears and clapped his hands silently.
At this time, Cheng Yaoyao, Lu Qingyun and others used a serving cart to push over domestic specialties.
Cheng Yaoyao said: "We brought a lot of things with us this time, but President Luo said that we must make room anyway to bring gifts from home to our compatriots far away overseas.
These are some specialties from all over the country, including porcelain teapots and silk handkerchiefs from Jingdezhen, crispy sugar pea yellow from Peking, Sichuan-style sausages, Jinsheng old vinegar, etc. There are not many of each, so please share some with everyone, presidents.
Also, next month is the Mid-Autumn Festival. For those of you who have lived abroad for a long time, you must have not eaten authentic hometown mooncakes for a long time, right?
We have specially found some experienced craftsmen who can make various mooncakes and have made a batch for you in advance.
Here we have red bean paste, jujube paste, old five-nut mooncakes, green and red silk mooncakes, as well as ham mooncakes and fresh meat mooncakes, everyone can try them. "
The old man stood up tremblingly and hurriedly asked for a five-nut mooncake. Cheng Yaoyao said hurriedly: "This one is too hard for you to eat. Change to something softer. Otherwise, here are some Daoxiangcun cakes."
The old man waved his hands and said, “No, I loved eating this when I was a kid.
I'm not afraid of being laughed at by you leaders. When I was a child, my family was poor. One piece of clothing was hung at the door and worn by the whole family. Those who didn't go out lay naked on the kang, and those who went out put on clothes to do business.
During festivals, we would have a little food.
Among the five-nut snacks, my favorite is the sunflower seeds. They are so fragrant that I can’t bear to swallow them. Each person gets half a piece, and it’s gone after we finish eating it.
Alas, now that I am rich, I can no longer eat mooncakes that taste like that."
He took a big bite and instantly burst into tears, "That's... that's the taste, the taste of home!"
There was a burst of crying in the banquet hall, and the old man wiped his tears and cried, "I have never forgotten my country for a moment, and I didn't expect that the country also cares about us overseas wanderers.
Today I want to make a statement that our family, generation after generation, whether in China or abroad, must never forget where our roots are.
If the country needs us, we should try our best and fight to the death.
I am willing to donate $10,000 to support national development! "
Lu Fengchun wiped his tears and quickly stood up, "I will donate 20,000 US dollars."
All the overseas Chinese who can sit here are successful in their own right and they all donated generously.
"I'll give you 10,000!"
"I'll give you 10,000 too!"
"I'll give you 15,000!"
Luo Jiu suddenly realized, "I was saying, I feel like there's something wrong with today's atmosphere? Is it too much like a donation party?"
Cheng Yaoyao looked at the bosses who were rushing to write checks in their notebooks, and murmured, "Yes, I made everyone cry. I don't know if they thought I was asking for money, but I'm not!"
Feng Qi: "So they are not allowed to donate?"
Zhong Jialing glared at her and said, "Are you stupid? Just donate money. The country is still poor. If you can't, then my family can donate. Don't just pick on one family to get the wool. You're being so greedy. Let them donate."
Zhong Jialing took advantage of this atmosphere to go on stage again, "Thank you all patriotic entrepreneurs for your support. I will sing another song for you, "Chinese People."
"Five thousand years of wind and rain, how many dreams have been hidden. Yellow face, black eyes, but the smile remains unchanged..."
Cheng Yaoyao turned to look at Luo Jiu, "What should we do?"
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