good old days

Song Yahui was greeted and sent off in the shop. Most of the people he entertained were Chinese-speaking people. Occasionally, foreigners would come to the shop. At this time, he could only scratch his head and use gestures to communicate with foreigners.

When he looked up and saw many foreigners, Song Yahui was a little panicked, and then he saw Jiang Xinyu in the crowd.

He went up to greet them and greeted everyone lamely.

Jiang Xinyu wanted to laugh when she saw him like this, and felt that it was necessary to let him improve his English.

She told everyone in English: "The dried fruits in the store are all shipped from Xinjiang Province. They have a very high sugar content and a very good taste."

She picked up the fruit plate that was set aside for tasting and introduced to everyone what the dried fruits in it were made of.

Yang Guangrong tasted a raisin and said casually: "I have eaten raisins abroad, but they are not as sweet as here."

A blond professor said: "You just said these things come from Xinjiang Province?"

Jiang Xinyu nodded, "Yes, there is a big temperature difference between day and night over there, and the climate makes the fruits very sweet."

While she was talking, the child in Wang Sumei's arms started clamoring for her to hug Jiang Xinyu when she saw it. Her little arms were stretched out and she was mumbling.

Jiang Xinyu took the child and held it in her arms. She smiled and said to everyone, "This is my child. He is over one year old."

One professor complimented her casually: "She is so beautiful. In your Oriental terms, she looks like a porcelain doll."

Chang Zhenzhen saw Wang Sumei coming out of the counter.

"Senior sister, do you open this store?"

There was nothing she couldn't admit. Jiang Xinyu nodded and said, "We drove it."

Yang Guangrong interrupted in surprise, but what he said was still unpleasant.

"I see you are not much older than me, and you even have children! I heard that Chinese people get married very early and do not advocate free love. They just follow the arrangements of their parents and elders and live their whole lives in a muddle."

Jiang Xinyu wanted to curse.

She smiled and said: "My husband and I are not arranged by our parents and elders as you said. He is also a student of Huaqing. Moreover, our country does not advocate free love as you said, but most people are more reserved. You I don’t agree with the idea of ​​living a life in a muddle-headed manner. You certainly can’t understand the Chinese people’s sense of responsibility to their families, but it shouldn’t be summed up as muddle-headed in a general and derogatory way. There are big differences between Chinese and Western cultures, but China has five How can thousands of years of civilization and history be useless?”

I have really tolerated him for a long time.

Who are you looking down on here? Doesn’t he have Chinese blood flowing in his body?

After she finished speaking politely and with a smile, she felt refreshed. Yang Guangrong was choked and didn't speak for a long time.

Chang Zhenzhen pulled her sleeve and whispered: "Senior, did you go too far? I offended someone, how will you explain it when you go back?"

Jiang Xinyu gave her a strange look, "It's just an exchange. If you have different opinions, express your opinions. Why is there any use in saying things like offending? Comrade Yang Guangrong has a broad mind and will definitely not take my words to heart."

Do you have to be groveling to be a tour guide?

Yang Guangrong, who heard Jiang Xinyu's words from the side, tilted his head, "You are wrong, I will keep your words in mind."

"I find that what you said makes some sense, although I still don't agree." Jiang Xinyu nodded, "You can disagree, but when you look down on something, why don't you want to change it, but just belittle it? ?If you can make a change successfully, you can not only prove your ability, but also gain unparalleled satisfaction."

She has seen what her motherland will look like in a few decades, but development does not happen overnight, but through the efforts of several generations to reach heights that seem impossible now.

Yang Guangrong's father nodded, "I like your point of view. It's an adult's thinking. Guangrong is still young after all, and there is still a lot to learn."

They knew that the domestic environment was not suitable for investment at this time, but the longing for their homeland prompted him to return here.

The total investment of the Xinmen Hotel project is not large abroad, but it is already an important and large project in China. After the accounts were approved, the organizers had neither legal basis nor precedent to follow when negotiating with them. Naturally, conflicts between the two parties occurred frequently. However, the first foreign investment law was promulgated three months later.

What does this mean? It shows that the hometown is actively reforming! The current appearance does not represent the future appearance. Although there will still be disputes about the future, and although the positions are different, the desire to make this land better and better is the same.

Jiang Xinyu smiled and said: "Comrade Yang Guangrong came back from overseas. He naturally has more knowledge than us. He looks at things from a different perspective and can naturally discover problems that we cannot see."

When she said this, Yang Guangrong felt much better. He glanced at the child in her arms several times and hummed in his heart: This baby is very fair and delicate. Seeing her complimenting him, he reluctantly said: "You My daughter is very beautiful."

Wang Sumei didn't dare to interrupt before, but now she retorted: "This is a boy."

Yang Guangrong paused and said respectfully: "I will definitely be a handsome and energetic young man when I grow up."

Jiang Xinyu interrupted and said to everyone in English: "Since everyone has arrived at my store today, you can take whatever you want to eat. I'll treat you."

One professor said in a professional way: "How can that be done? You have just opened your business. We should support you."

It's boring to give and go, a few dollars is not much for these professors, so by the time they left the shop, everyone had some in their hands.

Jiang Xinyu specially gave some to the two translators and Chang Zhenzhen.

Handing the child to her mother-in-law and looking back at him watching her leave, she felt so weak.

The market here alone is enough for everyone to visit for a whole day. They had a meal at the big restaurant in the market at noon, and made an appointment to go to the Summer Palace tomorrow. At three o'clock in the afternoon, Mrs. Brooke asked a few people to go back.

Fortunately, in the afternoon, Yang Guangrong stopped saying things like this, that, or anywhere, and his ears were much cleaner.

Even though Yang Guangrong held back his words, in his heart, this land was still backward. He didn't dare to think about what a "grand event" it would be like to go to school here in the future and have to pay for a ticket to buy something!

Back at the Capital Hotel, Yang Guangrong said, "Dad, aunt, I still want to go back to college."

Yang Qin refused: "I won't accept going back on what I agreed to do now."

Yang Guangrong: “I didn’t know this place was like this before I came here.”

Yang Guangrong's father, Yang Cheng, said: "I don't agree with you going back either. That classmate Jiang before was right. If you don't like it, try to find a way to change it."

Yang Guangrong stretched out his hand and pointed at himself, "Me? Change? Do I have that ability?"

Yang Cheng took a puff of his cigar and puffed out the smoke and said, "So I have thought about it, and I want to fund domestic universities to cultivate talents."