Jing Jian just smiled at such a little outfit. In the evening, Jing Jian led a group of people to visit the Yangcheng Night Market and tasted some famous snacks from time to time.

I have to say that Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou were the most open cities at that time, and the night markets were already lively and there were self-employed people doing small businesses everywhere. At this time, in the mainland, even in big cities like Jinling and Wuhan, you can go to the streets at 8 o'clock in the evening, so you can't find a restaurant or quarantine for late-night snacks. Of course, those with foreign exchange or exchange coupons can go to foreign-related hotels, and there must be privileges there. As for those third- and fourth-tier prefecture-level cities? Sorry, many cities don't even have ten traffic lights. Once you step on the accelerator and pass a few intersections, you may have already visited XX City for five minutes.

As the Canton Fair approaches, merchants from all over the world gather, making the night market in Yangcheng even more lively, and it feels like shoulder to shoulder. Jing Jian and his group were strolling and chatting: "Brother Xiao Miao, the chicken porridge here is still delicious and you can eat chicken. Why did the chicken porridge in Hujiang last time have a spoonful of soy sauce? Why wouldn't you come and spoonful of candy?"

"What's so strange about this? People from Hujiang are stingy."

“…”

While laughing, I suddenly heard a whisper. Jing Jian turned his head and saw that it was a woman in her forties bargaining with a local vendor. Interestingly, the woman actually spoke Mandarin with a Tiannan accent, while the vendor didn't understand Mandarin at all. The two of them were talking to each other.

When he found that Jing Jian and the others noticed him, the middle-aged woman greeted him like a familiar saying: "Brother, do you understand what is here? Tell him, 8 yuan, 25 cents, and then 5 cents, I will get these two items. It's so hard!"

When Jing Jian saw that the middle-aged woman was holding two miscellaneous t-shirts, she could bargain with a five-point party. No wonder both sides were tired. So he smiled and ordered: "Xiao Miao, translate it for them."

A few minutes later, the business was finally completed. The vendor was tortured and exhausted, looking at the middle-aged woman with the look of "fear of you".

The middle-aged woman was so happy that she took another plastic bag: "It should have been like this long ago, and business will be prosperous only if there is a small profit but a quick turnover!" As she laughed, the vendor's eyelids flipped and completely surrendered.

"Big brother, are you from Tiannan too?" The middle-aged woman had already heard Jing Jian's accent.

"Qingang." Jing Jian replied with a smile, "I didn't expect to meet a fellow villager in Yangcheng."

"I am from Pingqing, from Pingqing Pharmaceutical Factory. Have you heard of it? Oh, do you have any foreign friends here?" The middle-aged woman finally discovered Ilitsev.

"Hello, ma'am."

"Oh, this foreign friend still speaks Chinese?"

Amid laughter, Jing Jian made a gesture quietly: "Sister..."

"My name is Han Sulan, please don't be polite, brother."

"Haha, Sister Han, they are my friends, come to Yangcheng together to play."

"Then... let's go first." Irzyev understood and left with Xiao Miao and others.

"Hey? Why are you leaving? You..."

"My name is Jing Jian. I call me Xiao Jing, Xiao Jiandu is completed."

"That Xiao Jing, it is important to accompany foreign friends." Han Sulan said very seriously.

"It's okay. They are going back." Jing Jian didn't want to show anything special in front of outsiders. "Sister Han, what else do you want to buy? I'll accompany you. I can't say a few words about Nanyou dialect, but I can basically understand it."

Han Sulan was very enthusiastic, so she went to the side to buy a few fruits and stuffed a star fruit into Jing Jian's hands: "That's too troublesome. Look at you, you are also here to attend the Canton Fair? Are you here with the leader?"

"Just come to the Canton Fair to see it." Jing Jian said politely, "Sister, are you too?" Jing Jian knew that Pingqing Pharmaceutical Factory, a veteran state-owned enterprise in Tiannan Province, was a deputy department-level factory with thousands of employees. Of course, in the history of his previous life, the factory later went bankrupt.

"I came in advance to attend a 10 billion ordering party. Our branch of the Canton Fair is not qualified, and the people who came to our main factory were also from our factory. I was thinking about whether I could get some export orders."

"Oh? I heard from my elder sister, are you still the leader?" Jing Jian felt even more interesting. Unexpectedly, this fellow villager actually came to attend his ordering party.

"What leader is the director of the fifth branch factory." Han Sulan smiled and said, "It was the branch factory, but it was actually the original daily chemical workshop. Life is not easy now, and it is about to stop production, so I came here to look for opportunities."

In fact, in the early 1980s, when reform and opening up began, it was not as imagined. The life of state-owned enterprises was extremely free and easy. At that time, the market was a thirsty market. As long as there were products, they could sell as much as they could. Moreover, the supply of raw materials was in the hands of state-owned enterprises. Only state-owned enterprises and export-oriented joint ventures could ensure the supply of raw materials. Those who were purchasing were begging grandpa and those who were selling were the best.

However, the flowers are not popular all day long. With the emergence of a large number of township enterprises, light industries such as daily chemicals, which were the first to open, gradually became an over-the-top market. In the late 1980s and early 1990s, state-owned enterprises with low efficiency and bloated institutions began to slowly fall into trouble and gradually spread to heavy industries, which eventually led to the laid-off wave in the mid-1990s.

As soon as he heard this, Jing Jian became interested: "Sister, what do you want to do? Want an order?"

"It's better to be a joint venture." Han Sulan was careless and seemed to have no scheming, "Hey, big brother, won't you...?"

"Oh, I really just check it out. I might go there too. I'm still studying in Beijing."

"Yo, no wonder, I can meet foreign friends. Which university?"

“…Jingda.”

"Beijing University? Look." Han Sulan's enthusiasm immediately doubled, "Then you have to help my elder sister. Xiao Jing, what can you do to bring me into the venue?"

"Ah?" Jing Jian was shocked and had a long fuss. The person in front of him was not even qualified to enter the venue?

Han Sulan was a little embarrassed: "The General Factory arranged the third factory, as if our fifth factory was born by a stepmother. Sister, I just couldn't help but come and find a way. It's really not possible. I'll find an opportunity to sneak in tomorrow. Yes, Xiao Jing, are you really qualified? Sister, it's up to you."

"Uh... OK!" Anyway, it's not a problem to bring Han Sulan into the venue.

Han Sulan was overjoyed: "That's good. Let's go, why are you going to visit? Go back to the guesthouse with my elder sister. I brought a lot of local specialties this time."

"No, no." Jing Jian quickly declined with a smile, "I'll leave you a contact number, you can call me tomorrow, and I promise to make arrangements."

"Look at you, I think I can't trust you, sister?"

"It's not that, but the guesthouse is really not going to."

"That's right, he's still thin, like a college student."

"Um?"

"Hehe, I blushed. My sister will introduce you to a girl from the factory next day."

"Our girls in Pingqingchang are all handsome! Hih!"

"Um?"
Chapter completed!