"Over the next period of time, I will lead all the front desk staff of the Thousand Harvest Festival to cooperate with you all. Please also always remember your mission here and do not cause internal conflicts that would embarrass you on the international stage."
No sooner had Zhang Aihua finished speaking than someone couldn't help but shout loudly.
"That's hard to say. What if some uneducated peasant has no manners and makes a fool of himself?"
The person speaking was a man surnamed Lü who had been intent on causing trouble for Zhao Youcai on the train to Beijing, but had been repeatedly thwarted.
Zhang Aihua knew who he was talking about, after all, as the front desk supervisor of this year's Thousand Harvest Festival, she had attended several large meetings with the armed forces responsible for security and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs officials who were stationed at the festival.
Besides discussing their job duties and venue arrangements in the meeting, there was another matter—
They analyzed all the factory managers who came to participate in the Thousand Ears Festival.
It can be said that the moment Zhang Aihua first obtained Zhao Youcai's information, she already had a deeper understanding of Zhao Youcai than others.
After all, someone who could make her parents willingly sell their house in Shanghai and maintain frequent correspondence with them was definitely not an uncultured peasant.
The handwriting was so elegant and graceful; you could tell from the word choice and sentence structure that the person was sincere and enthusiastic. How could someone who had never been to school be like that?
On the contrary, this man surnamed Lü, whom Zhang Aihua had heard her husband mention before, was a man whose story was rather complicated.
Zhang Aihua's response to this spoiled brat who grew up entirely thanks to his family's protection and thought the whole world had to listen to him was incredibly swift.
"Interrupting me while I'm speaking, is this the quality of an educated city person?"
Laughter erupted around them instantly. The man surnamed Lü glared at Zhang Aihua, his eyes filled with undisguised malice.
Unfortunately, he was up against Zhang Aihua, a ruthless man who dared to hunt wolves in the Gobi Desert when he was with the army in the Northwest.
"Anyone who dares to cause trouble at the Thousand Ears Festival will be treated as an enemy agent, regardless of their family background."
As Zhang Aihua finished speaking, she glanced casually at the man surnamed Lü, and then a smile curved her lips.
"I won't say anything more. Now, please welcome Comrade Kong Yuyan, the person in charge of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs for this Thousand Ears Festival, and Comrade Cao Yong, the person in charge of the Armed Forces Department, to the stage to say a few words."
Amidst a round of applause, two people with distinctly different skin tones stepped onto the stage.
Zhao Youcai was surprised to find that Comrade Cao Yong on the stage looked somewhat familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before.
Zhao Youcai didn't pay much attention to the polite words that Comrade Kong Yuyan was saying on stage; instead, he was trying hard to recall his memories.
Fortunately, Zhao Youcai had a good memory, and when Cao Yong took over the megaphone to speak, he finally realized who he looked like.
The person who said the farm owned by the man surnamed Zhu had problems was Cao Meng, the director of the county's Revolutionary Committee.
However, the two were quite different. Cao Meng from the Revolutionary Committee had a face full of flattery, while Cao Yong on the stage had a face full of fortitude.
Thinking about the names of these two people again, it's quite possible that they are related.
Zhao Youcai suddenly felt like he had a splitting headache.
He was quite happy to see Zhang Aihua smile in his direction. He guessed that she probably knew about his relationship with her father, which meant he had a helpful junior leader at the Thousand Ears Festival.
But if this Cao Yong really has some connection with Cao Meng from the Revolutionary Committee, who knows how he might help that person get revenge on him.
Then I looked at that completely unfamiliar Comrade Kong Yuyan...
Okay.
There were three junior leaders at the Qian Sui Festival. One seemed to have a good relationship with the leader, one seemed to have a bad relationship with the leader, and the other seemed to be completely uninvolved and aloof.
I originally thought these people would talk on and on, and that they would hold meetings for at least several hours and talk until they had enough of this nonsense before they stopped.
Unexpectedly, after the group finished their self-introductions, someone brought a large box to the stage and asked each of the team leaders, who had already been divided into teams in the local area, to come up and draw lots.
This is a big deal concerning the exhibition booth, so we can't be careless.
Zhao Youcai rubbed his hands together vigorously, his luck on the line today!
To Zhao Youcai's surprise, he drew the most remote exhibition area.
How far off can it be?
After walking for nearly an hour, Zhao Youcai and his team finally found their booth behind a large pillar on the side of a wall.
Zhao Youcai was certain that most foreigners wouldn't come to such a remote place for the Thousand Ears Festival; this place looked way too far from the venue!
He glanced at the other unlucky people around him, who were also clearly desperate about their luck.
At this moment, the group of people were looking down, dejected, like wilted eggplants, completely lacking in spirit.
But booths are one-off spaces, and no one is foolish enough to want to swap with them.
Fortunately, none of the people in my group were short-tempered, and we actually developed a great relationship after spending time together.
"Although our booth is a bit out of the way, it's spacious. You see, other people's booths are so cramped they can't even fit everything."
"Yes, yes, a few years ago when I came to exhibit, I watched as several grown men got so angry over having an extra spot to put their things that they started fighting on the spot. It was quite a big fuss."
"This place is really nice. Let's go get some decorative materials and decorate it properly. Building a rockery garden to attract people would be a good idea."
...
The group comforted each other with their words, which finally improved their mood considerably.
Only Director Niu of the steel mill remained silent, recalling the events surrounding Zhao Youcai's lottery draw.
In the past, when drawing lots at the Thousand Harvest Festival, people would not go to the stage, but would directly grab the crumpled paper balls that were all placed on the table.
This time, the lottery involved a large box containing bamboo labels with booth numbers written on them.
Factory Director Niu had a keen eye for observation; he clearly saw the lottery box shake before and after Zhao Youcai drew the lots.
If someone were targeting Zhao Youcai, they could have bribed the person making the fortune slips. It's entirely possible that dozens of identical slips could be made and stored in a box, ensuring that Zhao Youcai would draw the correct booth regardless of which one he chose.
Soon after, when Zhao Yanfeng returned from collecting the materials, she also brought back a message.
"I don't know which team is so big that they didn't even come to set up such a big venue. The location is really good, very close to the reception."
If Factory Director Niu still can't figure out that Zhao Youcai was deliberately framed, he's a complete idiot.
However, Factory Manager Niu didn't know who was behind the trouble or which member of their small team was being targeted.
After all, this was Zhao Youcai's first time at the Thousand Ears Festival, while it wasn't their first time.
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