Abandoned the Immortal Cultivator, returned to his hometown to farm and sing

Chapter 1098 1089. Twenty Minus
It is no exaggeration to say that it is a big market.

The Commodity City is called a city, but there is not even a house there.

We set up tents on the Gobi Desert, super large tents, bigger than a football field.

But the interior of the tent was quite shabby.

The ground remains in its original state, it is sandy soil.

The stalls were painted with white lime. Fortunately, each stall was quite large, with the smallest one being more than 200 square meters.

It is both a stall and a warehouse.

Large and small cardboard boxes filled with goods were piled in the middle of the warehouse using warehouse pallets.

Put a simple table in front and use it as a sales counter.

As for the signboard, everyone can come up with their own ideas.

Some put up a roll-up banner, some used a pole to hold up a banner, the more elaborate ones hung a string of flags, and the less elaborate ones just used cardboard.

Anyway, it is simple yet grand.

These two words are contradictory.

But once again it is very appropriate here.

Because the tents are so big, one next to the other, you can't see the end at all.

The area is really exaggerated.

The sign outside said that the area was six million square meters and was divided into more than twenty areas, including home appliances, toys, accessories, luggage, hardware, department stores, shoes, stationery, and sporting goods.

There is also an area with a big sign saying [Clearance sale, super cheap].

There are eighteen entrances and exits.

Each entrance and exit has four passages, and there are long queues in all of them.

Each row extends at least one kilometer.

In Dubai, you can't queue in circles, even if the sun is about to set and there is an awning overhead.

If people get together in large numbers, some will die of the heat.

In the queue, Arab robes and African floral clothes were rubbed shoulder to shoulder, the breeches of Ethiopian herdsmen and the ripped T-shirts of South Asian porters echoed each other, and men and women of different skin colors, customers from various countries across two continents, all stood on tiptoe, stretched their necks to look inside, their eyes full of expectation and desire.

In order to save money, many ethnic groups merged into one.

But there are too many people and it is chaotic.

There was a cacophony of voices speaking in all sorts of languages ​​at the gate, making one's head buzz.

Look at those people's eager eyes again.

The captain suspected that if there were not a group of armed police and soldiers guarding the door, these people would rush in right now.

Sure enough, the muzzle of a gun makes people calm.

Through the camera's lens, Chinese people on the other side of the ocean looked at the scene with curiosity, feeling a little fresh, a little weird, and a little proud.

They had discovered long ago that those who were busy directing the workers in the tent to count the goods, those who were sharpening their manuscripts, those who were drinking water from cups one gulp at a time and constantly wiping the sweat on their foreheads were all yellow-skinned and black-haired, and they were all their own people.

Not only guests came today, but also the media.

At the entrance in front of him alone, the captain saw two broadcast vehicles, one of which was from the UAE, and the other, whose license plate he had just recognized, was from Saudi Arabia.

There were also several local or other countries’ internet celebrities who, like the captain, were wearing passes and holding cameras to broadcast live.

Mansour hired more than just one captain.

The captain left the camera and chatted with his colleagues for a while, paying attention to each other.

As soon as I came back, I saw that the barrage in my live broadcast room was in chaos.

[Who was that person just now? What does he do? ]

[Don’t do it in private.]

【Don’t let it be contraband】

[In this occasion today, doing this... is not appropriate.] [What do you mean by inappropriate? It's smearing!]

This is all that is said in the comments.

The captain came back to take a look and quickly asked his cameraman, "What happened?"

"Just now, a man came out from inside, probably a manufacturer. He spoke a few words to the people in the queue, handed something over, and left in a hurry. The people who collected the things quickly hid the things away." The cameraman replied.

"What is it?" the captain asked again.

"I didn't see it clearly." The cameraman shook his head.

"Where are the people?" the captain asked immediately in an anxious tone.

The cameraman continued to shake his head and pointed at the team, "There are too many people. I don't know where they are going."

"Then you didn't catch up!" The captain's tone was already very serious.

The cameraman also realized something and said hesitantly, "You...you didn't come back, I was afraid you couldn't find it."

"At this time...Alas!"

Qiu Chang sighed and thought that he, as a cameraman, really did not know the seriousness of the matter.

The current scene clearly shows that domestic companies are collectively going overseas to enter the Middle East market.

Today, the store hasn’t even opened yet. If there really is any scandal, it must have been exposed through my live broadcast room…

The captain was sweating.

"Who are the people who are collecting the things? Take me there quickly." The captain gave an order and walked quickly towards the team.

Although the cameraman didn't realize what was going on, he knew who paid him, so he quickly followed and pointed the way. "Those are the ones wearing brown clothes."

The captain walked closer and took a look. It was not brown at all, but brick red. It had been soaked with sweat and looked brown.

This is a middle-aged man with brown skin and black hair. He is slightly fat and has a beautiful, carefully trimmed beard. He wears a brick-red shirt on the upper body, thin seven-quarter casual pants on the lower body, and a pair of leather sandals on his feet.

In her hand was a Donkey brand handbag, which was already very well worn, but she held it in her arms as if it were her treasure.

Probably middle class.

The captain came over, smiled and said hello, "Hello!"

The middle-aged man glanced at the sign hanging on the captain's neck and politely replied, "!"

"Uh~~" embarrassing.

Can't understand.

Fortunately, there was an interpreter. The driver who was also the interpreter came up and said, "!", and then chatted with the middle-aged man for a few words.

I turned around and said to the captain in English: "He just said good afternoon in Arabic. He is from Egypt and his name is Aham. If you have any questions, I will translate."

The captain then translated this passage into Chinese and told it to the live broadcast room.

Then he told her in English that someone had just come to deliver something.

Then have it translated into Arabic.

The exchanges among the three countries are a mess.

After stuttering, the middle-aged man Aham finally understood the captain's intention.

She mysteriously took out a colorful piece of paper from her handbag and held it in front of the captain.

The captain and the audience in the live broadcast room were speechless when they saw the note.

It said [Instant 20 off] on it, and there was a seal with Mr. Li’s name printed on it.

It was so mysterious that I thought it was some insider trading, but it turned out to be a coupon.

Aham showed the coupon to the captain and immediately put it away nervously.

Then he lowered his voice and whispered, "The Oriental man just now said that you should buy his coffee machine instead of the one next door. When you pay the bill, show this paper and you can get a 20 yuan discount."

It was so mysterious that I thought you were going to tell me some secret, but that's it.

(End of this chapter)