There was no doubt that the Canton Fair was a grand event held twice a year.
Overseas Chinese and foreign businessmen from dozens of countries came here. Every year, in order to serve these arriving foreign businessmen, resources were pooled and guaranteed. Dispatching food, vegetables, and fruit was merely the most basic measure; drivers also had to be transferred from various places to serve the foreign businessmen, naturally for a fee.
The area around Haizhu Square was packed with people and filled with clamor. Inside the venue, the noise of chatter and commotion never ceased.
Teams of foreign businessmen moved through the various exhibition halls. Exhibitors from all over the country, accompanied by interpreters, introduced their products, their eyes full of eagerness as they looked at the foreigners as though they were gazing upon mountains of gold.
The foreign businessmen were naturally enthusiastic as well. They had come to make money—would they have come if there were no profit in it?
These were unusual times. Even those foreign businessmen who privately looked down on Chinese people knew how to behave, each of them carrying a Little Red Book and actively displaying a friendly attitude.
They also participated quite actively in the activities organized here...
Of course, none of that had much to do with Wang Yan. He led the county cadre around the square and outside the hotels where the foreign guests were staying. Whenever he encountered a foreign businessman, he would go up with the large catalog he had made himself and inquire.
There were quite a few people like him, trying their luck outside.
"Wang Yan, if we keep asking like this, when will it ever end?"
Wang Yan had not felt anything yet, but the county cadre beside him was already overwhelmed with helplessness. They had come