Chapter 42: The Son Raised by His Birth Mother and Stepmother

  On the first day of the Canton Fair, a large number of foreigners flooded into the venue, even Yang Yun felt as if he had arrived in a foreign country.

  Heavy industry products require verification of specific parameters, and on-site justification is different. Light industrial products do not need too much data to justify, especially traditional Chinese handicrafts with strong national characteristics. Foreign distributors take a look at the physical object, ask about specifications, discuss prices, and feel good about placing an order.

  The Beijing delegation exhibition area is located on the right side of the entrance hall, and the location is not bad. Many people come here to stay after visiting the Guangdong Province exhibition hall, asking questions and showing interest in Beijing's light industry products.

  Soon, a French dealer placed an order, and the first order was Hu Qiao's old Beijing traditional palace lantern! The specific transaction amount is not clear. Hu Qiaoshou won the top prize and pretended to be mysterious, making surrounding companies both envy and jealous, and maybe someone even cursed behind their back.

  Hú Qiǎo shǒu zài fānyì de péi tóng xià, jiāng liǎng gè fǎguó kèhù dài dào qiātánshì, jiāo gěi zhuānjiā qiān dān guān yuán jiēdài.

  Then he came out to stand guard again. After a while, the American was settled down too. He was sweating profusely as he sent the person to Huang Bei's presence, looking very pleased with himself.

  It must be said that the light industry products of old Beijing are still quite impressive, Rui Fu Xiang's silk fabrics and leather goods, handmade embroidery, Chinese cheongsam, all of which are highly sought after by domestic and foreign customers as high-quality goods.

  Born with internal labor, thousand-layered bottom cloth shoes, even working staff are a pair of human feet, standing in front of foreign businessmen, very spirited, really fulfilling the old saying "whether or not, first look at the shoes".

  Zhang Shunxing's brand of knives has annual sales of tens of millions, with over 100 employees and hundreds of varieties, products are sold both domestically and internationally.

  In addition to palace lanterns, traditional handicrafts also include clay figurines of the God of Wealth, colorful Peking Opera masks, and hairy monkeys made from cicada shells and jasmine flowers, all of which are extremely popular.

  Like the mud man of Tu Er Ye, the export price is $1000 for 10,000 pieces, the facial mask is $0.3 per piece, and the production of hairy ginseng is even smaller, all over the body are Chinese medicine, it's hard to make, the shell of a cicada is as small as a dot, and the jade orchid that can't withstand tossing, to make a lifelike velvet apricot, you need to spend a lot of effort, single piece $0.5, a set of Huaguo Mountain Water Curtain Cave costs $20, this is what we earn from our craftsmanship!

  These things are really good-looking, Yang Yun can't help but want to spend money to buy a few sets. In the future, this traditional old craftsmanship will not make money, young people do not love to learn, and it is almost extinct.

  It's not easy to come by such a small thing, even for Chinese people, let alone foreigners. This morning, Hu Qiao's mouth hasn't stopped talking, and Old Chen from the mud sculpture factory is almost carrying the translator girl on his back, receiving guests non-stop! Orders are pouring in, $1,000, $5,000, half a day's work, and they've already signed over a dozen clients!

  Envy is a must, Yang Yun and Duan Haisheng stood at the corner of their own booth, drooling over there.

  The booth area of Hongyang Electronics Factory was compressed, and the TV they had been asking for all day was not even sent over by the organizer. The two could only stand there foolishly, looking at the various cassette tapes laid out on a table, feeling helpless.

  "Director Yang, this won't do! " Duan Haisheng's hair had turned white with anxiety. "This whole morning, only 4 people have asked about us, but we don't have any materials to give them, nor can we demonstrate the effects, it's useless!"

  Yang Yun was also unhappy: "Director Duan, didn't you say you were all prepared before? Not even a publicity brochure is available. What do you mean by 'prepared'? Are you trying to deceive me?"

  Duan Haisheng was even more depressed: "Didn't you say the game wasn't finalized a few days ago? I'm still waiting for your promotional materials!"

  Yang Yun said, "Do you think games can be made just by talking about it? In 6 days, we have to make two games and test them. I had to get some students from Tsinghua University to help us, not to mention that even I, the boss, had to work overtime myself. Who would have thought of this?! You didn't say anything yesterday, if you did, I could have asked Old Jiang to find someone to rush through the work overnight, which is still better than us doing nothing now!"

  Duan Haisheng slapped his forehead, looking annoyed: "Blame me, blame me, it's my negligence as the logistics officer... Mr. Yang, what do you think we should do now?"

  Yang Yun was also helpless, looking for the leader but the leader was not there, wanting a TV but the TV didn't come, what to do? Wait! The leader will always have to eat, right? The leader will always have to come and sign, right? Waiting!

  Just take a look at the excitement!

  The Chinese like to gather in crowds, and foreigners are no exception.

  Old Chen from the clay sculpture factory probably brought two of their most skilled craftsmen, and they sat in front of their booth to do a live demonstration. They used glue, mud, and straw to create the framework, colored paper and silk for the outer clothing, peacock feathers for head decorations, and then painted the figures. After adding pig bristles, they used semi-finished products to complete the final shape. A vivid Peking Opera warrior was finished. When the base plate was tapped, all the standing warriors moved, with swords clashing, it was really impressive.

  Those foreigners were all stunned, one by one exclaiming in surprise, "Good God!", "Jesus!", calling out non-stop, almost hailing it as a miracle. Who has ever seen such skilled hands from a Chinese person?

  Isn't this the thing that won an award at the Panama World Exposition? How can you not treasure it?

  The exhibition hall in Beijing is basically occupied by these few households, and everyone is crowded there. Yang Yun can only watch anxiously!

  Duan Haisheng's face turned green, this Guangzhou Fair usually has the highest transaction rate on the first day, all the neighboring booths have opened, but only his Chi Yang Electronics Factory is still zero, looking at the Hu Qiaohu and others from the Luliu Factory with a complacent look, and also the mud sculpture factory's Old Chen with an arrogant attitude, everyone has eaten together before, even if you don't expect them to give a good face, can't they be less smug?

  "Oh!" A joyful cry of surprise came from not far away, it was the Guangdong exhibition hall nearby. Unfortunately, the center of the cheering crowd was in the direction of Xiaobawang's booth.

  Yang Yun's heart sank, and he said, "Old Duan, I'll go take a look."

  As he walked up to the Xiao Bai Wang exhibition booth, Yang Yun felt depressed. This little overlord was simply the flesh and blood son of an official second generation and a rich second generation. In front of the booth, three rows of stools were set up, and a Changhong big color TV was placed high above. Several foreigners sat on the stools, holding controllers and playing with great enthusiasm. The surrounding area was filled with onlookers who were dealers, Shen Jun and Zhao Yongping's voices were hoarse from explaining games, handing out materials, and shouting for people to sign contracts, they were the most lively of all.

  Are we stepmother's children? Yang Yun wanted to scold someone, what didn't they have, how can this be played like this?

  That shout just now was caused by an American dealer, who played several rounds of Tetris and got hooked. In front of everyone, he placed a 1 million set intention order.

  The price of the Little King console is $50 per set, mainly including the Little King host, learning card, and four-in-one game card. The price of $50 per set is not expensive, Nintendo's mainframe in North America sells for over $100! Fun game cards are also sold separately! The price of Little King is equivalent to a bargain price.

  Even if it's dirt cheap, 100,000 units would still be worth $5 million!

  When did Little King Company enjoy such treatment? Last year, Huamao Electronics Factory was still struggling to issue New Year's benefits, and now, after just over half a year, the factory has not only recovered but also easily obtained a $5 million order at the Canton Fair. This is a major foreign exchange earner! At that time, the Guangdong Provincial Department of Foreign Trade will definitely award them a certificate!

  The American dealer reported 100,000 sets at once, causing the surrounding employees of Little King Company to exclaim in surprise, followed by applause. The Americans were hailed as honored guests and sent to the negotiation room.

  Yang Yun listened roughly and said in her heart that it was a lie not to envy.

  Watching others launch satellites, but having no harvest of one's own, with no one inquiring after it, is hardly comfortable.

  It was almost noon when people finally dispersed a little.

  Yang Yun was just about to turn around and fill his stomach when a self-satisfied, hoarse voice came from behind: "Director Yang! How's the harvest on your side?"

  It's that scoundrel Shen Jun again! Why can't this guy just disappear? If Shen Jun doesn't die, I'll never be able to live in peace! Yang Yun muttered to himself, This damn Nintendo is too slow! Can't they send someone over to kill him already?!