Lu Xingtao stroked his chin: "Is his booth the one by the entrance? There's nothing there except a trash can and potatoes."
"At the entrance?" Factory Director Cao felt something was off. "That shouldn't be the case. Aren't exhibition booths allowed at the entrance?"
Lu Xingtao waved his hand: "Never mind, we're here to make money this time. Let's be alert, there are quite a few competitors, more than I expected."
at this time.
Wu Changfeng and Director Liao got to work.
The sliced potato strips were drizzled with oil and then pushed into the air fryer by Wu Changfeng.
Director Liao, who knew absolutely nothing about this, asked, "And then?"
"Then we wait for the foreigners to arrive, and you're in charge of maintaining order at the scene."
Director Liao rolled his eyes.
What does that mean?
Are you a magnet and the foreigners are like iron blocks, attracting them all to you?
How is that possible?
The two of them just stared at each other and waited.
The staff at the booth next to him were also looking in Wu Changfeng's direction.
That's a really ruthless person!
The organizers have said that blocking the entrance is not allowed.
Good heavens, now half of it is almost blocked.
Once the organizers arrive with the foreigners, won't the two sides start arguing?
This is going to be interesting!
After the opening ceremony.
A group of foreigners began to enter the venue.
For Mike, a foreigner, jet lag is a very difficult thing.
I didn't sleep well, so I couldn't eat breakfast.
I also attended the opening ceremony outside, and the people on stage kept talking so much that it made me drowsy.
I'm finally awake now.
But I'm so hungry!
There's no way around it, it's during the exhibition period, I can't just make an excuse to sneak away to eat, can I?
We could only follow the main group to the entrance of the convention center.
Instantly.
Mike sniffed the air and found that it smelled like French fries!
Mike asked the translator, "Is KFC entering?"
The translator exclaimed, "KFC?"
"Why does it smell like French fries?"
The translator sniffed: "There really is! But KFC isn't on the list. Besides, KFC wouldn't sell hamburgers here."
"What's with this taste?" Mike muttered. "I was already hungry, and now I'm even hungrier."
The translator could only say, "Let's just bear with it for now. Once the group goes inside, we'll see where the smell is coming from."
Mike nodded.
The two waited for a while, but the line didn't move forward!
"What's going on? Why isn't the line moving in?" Mike asked.
The translator jumped up to look ahead and exclaimed, "The merchants in front are all blocking the entrance! They look like they're eating fries?"
"ah?"
Mike quickly pushed his way forward: "I told you KFC was here! Quick, I need to buy some fries to fill my stomach!"
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