Hello, 1983

After lunch, Liu Qingshan drove a jeep, followed behind Da Jiefang and Xiao Si Lun, and went to the county together.

When I arrived at Jinyang Food Co., Ltd., there was a large horse-drawn cart and a ox cart in front of the door. The cart was full of carrots, and there was occasionally a small four-wheel tractor inside.

The people who drive the four-wheeled vehicle have their heads held high, and they feel particularly high.

At present, a small four-wheeled vehicle costs several thousand yuan, and it is certainly something to be proud of if you can afford it.

However, when they saw the great liberation, they immediately thought that the younger brother saw the elder brother, and they couldn't be more excited.

"Who is this, selling carrots and driving a big truck?"

"It's probably from Jiapigou. I heard that there is a big liberation car in their village."

"Jiapigou, I know, let others come forward and sell it first."

As a result, some people were unhappy: "Why, we have been queuing for hours, there must be a first come, first come."

"Why, we can sell carrots now, and we all follow other people's Jiapigou."

The person next to him gave it a bit of coverage, and everyone was convinced after hearing it.

Yo, is there such treatment? Liu Qingshan was a little surprised. It seems that these farmers are simple and grateful.

So he smiled and waved his hand: "Thank you guys, we are not in a hurry, we are lining up slowly, just in time for me to go in and find someone."

With that said, he walked towards the door.

When the doorman saw Liu Qingshan, he immediately recognized it as the young man who was speaking on stage during the opening ceremony, so he hurriedly greeted him politely.

"I'll find a representative of Choi from South Korea."

Liu Qingshan explained the purpose of his visit. He mainly came to Cui Minhao today.

Cui Minhao was appointed by Chairman Kim as the representative of their company in the food company, responsible for squatting in the factory, and he was bored to death.

The only fun is to drink small wine with Xia Huanhao, and this Uncle Xia drinks too much, and pours too much, it's really boring.

In his room, in front of Cui Minhao was a chessboard, holding black and white stones, playing chess by himself.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind: "Mr. Cui,

In your mind, wouldn't there be a black me and a white me? "

Cui Minhao was overjoyed and stood up immediately: "Mr. Liu, I'm so glad to see you. What did you mean when you said black and white?"

Looking at him, he was really happy.

Liu Qingshan smiled: "This is the top Go master in our country. When he was sent to the countryside, he played chess with himself in his mind."

"Oh, how is that possible, isn't that schizophrenia." Cui Minhao expressed disbelief.

"Haha, you will soon see that Nie Xuanfeng is sweeping Dongying."

Liu Qingshan knew that the first China-Japan Go Tournament had kicked off this month.

But Cui Minhao didn't believe it, thinking that Liu Qingshan was joking, he stepped forward and grabbed his arm: "Come on, let's talk about a game."

However, Liu Qingshan waved his hand and said, "I have always had a lot of luck when I play chess."

"You, what the hell are you thinking?"

Cui Minhao knew that playing chess with Liu Qingshan was purely seeking abuse, but he was too lonely, so he took the initiative to invite him.

As for the lottery, let's forget it, it is estimated that there is not enough money to lose.

"Don't use the heart of a villain to save the belly of a gentleman."

Liu Qingshan is also joking, he and Cui Minhao, although there is some age gap, are friends.

After a few chats, Liu Qingshan explained his intention: invite Cui Minhao to go to their Jiapigou for two days to relax.

Cui Minhao was overjoyed at first, and then his long face fell again: "The chairman ordered me to watch in the factory before leaving, and I was not allowed to go out."

Liu Qingshan blinked: "I'm sorry, I made a mistake just now. I sincerely invite Mr. Cui to inspect the harvest of carrots."

Cui Minhao was overjoyed: "Brother, you are sending charcoal in the fire!"

Touched by Cui Minhao, tears almost fell, and Liu Qingshan was immediately introduced as a confidant.

"Cough, don't use idioms indiscriminately, okay? That's sending charcoal in the snow. If you send charcoal in the fire, it won't add fuel to the fire, and the more you burn, the more prosperous it is."

Liu Qingshan hurriedly corrected this guy's mistakes in his wording and misinterpreted the splendid culture of our country, which is absolutely impossible.

Cui Minhao seemed to be really holding back, so he simply cleaned up and followed Liu Qingshan out.

As for the long-term translator, Uncle Xia, he was sleeping soundly in his room.

After getting on Liu Qingshan's jeep and driving on the country road, Cui Minhao felt that he was alive again. When he saw a few magpies on the tree, he also kept chirping, scaring the magpies to fly away.

Liu Qingshan also smiled and shook his head: This is really hard!

When he got back to Jiapigou, he got off the car directly in the courtyard, and saw the golden rice paddies like hills, Cui Minhao was also interested, and even went to work together, saying:

"I lived by the Han River when I was a child, and my family also grew rice. I miss those days."

His approach immediately won the favor of the villagers in Jiapigou, everyone chatted and laughed together, and smoked a cigarette when they were tired.

Cui Minhao also smoked a cigarette that Captain Zhang handed over, which is commonly known as a "cannon barrel", which caused the guy to cough.

"Old Cui, go to my house to drink two cups in the evening, the tiger bone wine sent by Qingshan, after drinking it, it will be dripping!" Captain Zhang also looked at him very pleasing to the eye, and warmly invited him.

After Cui Minhao understood the meaning, he waved his hands again and again in fright. He is alone now, and his wife is not by his side. Isn't that suffering.

But when it comes time to go back to China, it's okay to bring a few bottles back. He has nothing to do with watching TV. Knowing that this wine has been advertised, it should be good.

Dinner was settled at Liu Qingshan's house, fried a few side dishes, carrots, potatoes, melons, etc., and fried eggs with chili sauce.

Use Chinese cabbage leaves and lettuce leaves, sprinkle a layer of mashed potatoes on top, put some shredded green onions and parsley, then put a layer of rice, add chili sauce, and finally put a pack of large cabbage leaves.

This local is called "Rice Bun", a big bite, with rice and vegetables, can eat people up.

Considering that Choi Min-ho is from South Korea and prefers to eat barbecued meat, Liu Qingshan grilled some pork belly and rolled it together in a rice bag.

Cui Minhao nodded again and again, this kind of food suits his taste best.

Especially the rice, the rice is fragrant, strong and chewy. Choi Min-ho has eaten rice for decades, and it is the first time that he has eaten such a good meal.

"Liu, the rice you produce here is amazing, uh, sorry, sorry, I ate a little too much." Cui Minhao praised while burping.

He also omits the word "Mr." when addressing Liu Qingshan, which is directly regarded as a friend.

Liu Qingshan is also very generous: "Haha, of course, our rice is called Songjiang Qingdao, Cui, when you return to China, as a friend, I will give you a sack, you can carry it back, haha."

Cui Minhao also let out a hearty laugh. Here, it is much better than the factory that is like a prison.

It was impossible to carry a bag of rice back, so Cui Minhao moved his mind: "Liu, is your Songjiang green rice for sale?"

Their company is in the business of agricultural products. Such delicious rice will definitely sell for a good price when it is shipped back.

The last time he contacted the production of carrot juice, he felt that his status in the company had improved, and President Jin also intended to cultivate him.

If the business of importing rice is done again, then it is expected to sit on the throne of the president.

A faint smile floated on Liu Qingshan's mouth. He invited Cui Minhao, on the one hand, to connect with feelings, and most importantly, to see if he could find a way to sell.

For now, there is still great hope.

If you can export to earn foreign exchange and sell at a higher price, then there is no need to sell it domestically. After all, in this era, foreign exchange is too important.

Seeing Choi Min-ho's hopeful eyes. Liu Qingshan smiled and said, "Cui, you know, the products we produce in Jiapigou are all natural and pollution-free green food, so the price will be higher."

The concept of green food has only been proposed internationally for more than ten years, but once it was proposed, it quickly formed a trend in Europe and the United States.

As one of the four little dragons in Asia, South Korea, of course, also generally accepts this concept.

However, in China at that time, people were still in the stage of having enough to eat, and they did not pay much attention to this green and not green.

Green food?

Cui Minhao was stunned for a moment, but when he thought about the ability of the young man in front of him, he was relieved: Maybe other Chinese people don't know this concept, but it certainly doesn't include Liu.

In this way, it is impossible to get cheap.

Entering the topic, Cui Minhao also entered the state of negotiation: "Liu, I want to hear your price first. If it is within our acceptable range, then we can have a good talk."

Liu Qingshan also pondered quietly. According to the current domestic grain prices: standard flour is 18 cents per kilogram, special second flour is 20 cents, and special one flour is 25 cents.

As for rice, the price varies from place to place, but basically it is the same as the price of flour.

That is to say, if it is sold at a par domestically, it will be sold for more than 20 cents at most.

Of course, this price is official, if you buy rice privately, it will definitely be more expensive.

Taking into account the economic differences between the two countries, Liu Qingshan finally set a psychological price. He smiled and raised two fingers:

"If it is our country's currency, two yuan per catty, I wonder if you can accept it?"

Since it is a business negotiation, there is no need to mix personal feelings, Cui Minhao laughed:

"Mr. Liu, during this period of time, I lived with you, and I know a little bit about it. Your price is ten times the current price of rice. I wonder if this is a lion's mouth?"

Liu Qingshan was not at all embarrassed: "Mr. Cui, please note that according to international practice, the price of green organic food is five to ten times that of similar products, so my bid is not high at all."

Next, time will pass slowly in the bargaining between the two sides...