In the following journey, Xie Rui kept looking for topics to communicate with Min Chaozong, and at the same time secretly looked at this young overseas Chinese.

The first feeling he had was Saobao, why do you say that, a big man, combing his hair meticulously, shining his shoes can be used as a mirror, and there is no wrinkle in a suit, and the most unaccustomed thing to him is that this man's suit is actually with a waist, you must know that at this time, even women dare not wear clothes that show their figure, but a man wears a slim suit.

If Min Chaozong knew that he had spent two hours dressing up, hoping to make a good impression on the people of the motherland, but it turned out to be considered a, I don't know how he would feel.

When there was silence in the car, Xie Rui would secretly look at Avery and Mike to see what the difference between purebred Americans and Chinese was.

Also, he really wanted to ask if this foreign woman was cold, in such a cold day, with her legs exposed, of course Ellie was not cold, because she was wearing a pair of flesh-colored thick stockings inside, but Xie Rui didn't see it.

When they finally arrived in Beijing, the group was about to get out of the car, put them in front of the Friendship Hotel, and the car was about to drive away, only then did they realize that the car did not belong to the factory.

Without Min Chaozong to speak, Ai Li took out a beautiful long box from his bag, Min Chaozong shook his head slightly after seeing it, this is the gift he prepared, inside is a tie, and dozens of them have been prepared to give away, but he found that people in the motherland don't wear suits, so there is no point in giving ties.

Ai Li took out a small square box again, inside was a cheap but very good quality handkerchief, Ai Li also prepared a lot of them, Min Chaozong noticed that Xie Rui and the driver were using handkerchiefs just now, so he nodded and the box was the result.

Before the driver got into the car, Min Chaozong walked up to the driver with the box.

"Thank you for picking me up today, this is for you." Min Chaozong handed the small box to the driver, and the driver subconsciously took a step back, practiced swinging with his hands, and refused, "No, no, no, no." ”

Looking at his expression, it seemed that what was in front of him was not a gift, but some kind of poison that would die at the touch of a button.

Director Li walked over, smiled at Min Chaozong in a friendly manner, and said to the driver: "Xiao Luo, since Mr. Min sent it, you can accept it." ”

Seeing that Director Li's expression did not seem to be fake, the driver accepted the gift, thanked Min Chaozong, got in the car, closed the door and opened the accelerator, and it was done in one go.

Seeing the driver's behavior, Director Li laughed dryly.

Afraid that these investors would not be accustomed to eating Chinese food, Director Li had explained in advance that he would cook Western food, and only this Friendship Hotel could cook Western food.

Everyone sat down around a long table, and the chef and waiter prepared the dishes one after another, both Chinese and Western.

A waiter put the steak in front of Mr. Chen Qimei, and he said: "No need, the old man still eats the food of his ancestors, and there is no way to have to drink blood abroad. ”

Thanks to Mr. Chen's Chinese, Americans can't understand it, otherwise the four words Ru Mao drinking blood would be enough to cause a conflict.

"I don't need it either, thank you." Min Chaozong said.

Seeing that Chen Qimei and Min Chaozong both said this, other overseas Chinese were not good at eating Western food anymore, so they all picked up chopsticks and ate Chinese food.

Min Chaozong picked up a piece of roast duck with a small pancake, served it with sweet noodle sauce, cucumber strips, and green onion strips, put it in his mouth and took a bite, closed his eyes in enjoyment, and then gave a thumbs up, and said excitedly: "It's delicious, much better than my dad took me to Chinatown to eat." ”

Director Li was just about to say something, but Chen Qimei spoke first, "Hey, boy, you know that our ancestors' things are delicious, do you know why Chinatown is not as delicious as China?" Chen Qimei pretended to be suspicious and said.

"Why?" Min Chaozong asked with interest.

Everyone else came to make an interested look, and those foreigners also looked at Chen Qimei with open eyes through the translator.

"First of all, it's the duck that makes roast duck, it's not an ordinary duck, it's a Hepu duck that is fed with a duck stuffing style, and this knife skill can't be like this without more than ten years of heat." Saying that, Chen Qimei picked up a piece of duck meat, including the belt meat, thin.

The master who was standing on the side nodded with a smile and gave a thumbs up to Chen Qimei: "Old man, you know how to do it!" ”

After hearing the translator's words, Nels thought about the way everyone ate roast duck just now, rolled up a piece and put it in his mouth, his eyes were full of shock and surprise, he really didn't expect that Oriental food was so delicious.

"Then try this Dongpo elbow again." It seems that all chefs have a common characteristic, a fat body, a big belly, small eyes, and a kind smile.

Chen Qimei picked up the chopsticks and put a piece of meat in her mouth and slowly refused, "Yes, fat but not greasy." ”

Through Mr. Chen Qimei's food trial, the atmosphere at the dinner table was also lively, and those foreigners not only buried themselves in steaks, but also ate vegetables with forks and spoons from time to time, and every time they took a bite, they exclaimed, which shows that Chinese food has completely conquered them.

After a meal of pleasure for the guests and hosts, the representatives of each factory have to return to their respective factories with their respective partners.

"Mr. Min, this is our factory."

Min Chaozong raised his head and saw a low factory yard, two large iron doors open, and there were several large red characters of iron on them, "Red Star Textile Factory." ”

There were still many people standing at the door, and it seemed that they were greeted by them.

The employees standing behind the factory director all stretched their necks, and they had long heard that several foreigners came to their factory, and now they are all waiting to see how we Chinese and foreigners are different.

In the early days of reform and opening up, foreigners who came to China were watched by the people, let alone now.

"Factory director, this is the general manager of the Chinese branch of the Min Group, Min Chaozong, you can call him Mr. Min."

These were also introduced to him by Min Chaozong in the car just now, of course, he had not heard of this kind of position before, but this did not prevent him from understanding the meaning inside.

"This is Jin Dahai, the director of our Red Star Textile Factory." Then Xie Rui introduced it to Min Chaozong.

"Hello, Mr. Min."

"Hello, Director Jin."

For the employees, who Min Chaozong is can't attract their attention at the moment, what they really pay attention to is the two foreigners standing behind Min Chaozong.

"Mother, why is this still yellow hair." A man said in surprise.

"What is yellow hair, if you take a closer look, the foreign woman still has blue eyes, why is she like a cat." Another worker said.

"I'll see."

Although the factories here do not look as good as the ones in China, they still have a smile on their faces.