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

Chapter 1328, page 1315: Guests Fill the Door
Bao Chuxi took the super Malan grass with her and hurriedly returned to the Malan base.

She wanted to have the best craftsmen make a specimen of this super iris before it withered.

It is displayed in the Malan Base Memorial Hall.

She had already thought of the introduction: "The Continuation of the Malan Spirit—Pioneers in the Desert."

And at almost the same time that Bao Chuxi left.

A group of people turned WLMQ Divorceburg International Airport into a sea of ​​joy.

That was the Kazakh delegation that came to participate in the Naadam Festival.

The Naadam Festival has long since transcended its status as a festival for a single ethnic group, becoming a cultural event shared by multiple ethnic groups, with participants from Han, Hui, Manchu, Daur, Evenki, and other ethnic groups competing on the same stage.

The audience members came from all ethnic groups and regions.

Countries and ethnic groups in Central Asia, such as Kazakhstan, Kyrgyzstan, and Uzbekistan, that share historical and cultural ties with the Mongolians, will send delegations and athletes to participate.

This year, there are even more delegations from Central Asia, the Middle East, and countries along the Belt and Road Initiative.

Since the event is being held at the newly established Super Malan Grassland, who wouldn't want to see this miracle with their own eyes?

The Kazakh delegation was one of the first to arrive.

The delegation included government officials, Kazakh tribal elders, and business people; the Naadam Festival also includes business negotiations.

There are also athletes who will represent Kazakhstan in friendly matches of bok, horse racing, and the "Three Manly Skills".

There was also a group of beautiful girls.

Kazakhstan brought their national song and dance troupe with them.

They were dressed in traditional costumes as they stepped out of the covered bridge.

He then began humming the traditional folk song "Lovely Girl".

Upon arriving at the airport terminal, they danced gracefully to the music.

More than twenty beautiful girls, wearing silver headdresses and long red dresses embroidered with ethnic patterns, their skirts blooming like flowers as they twirled.

Her slender waist was accentuated by the gem-encrusted belt, making her appear even more graceful, and her expressive eyes carried the unique passion and exuberance of the Central Asian steppes.

Where is this place?

WLMQ, XJ.

The locals are also known for their singing and dancing, and Kazakhs are not uncommon among them.

A crowd immediately gathered around, swaying and echoing the rhythm.

Then the young men and women who had been watching came down to the stage and danced with the visiting song and dance troupe.

The original intention was to have a dance battle, but as they were dancing, they started chatting and discovered they understood each other's language, their eyes met, and they started dancing together.

Among the passengers passing through the airport, some even brought their dombras and started playing them on the spot.

They must be Kazakhs, because the rhythm matches.

As soon as the music started, some members of the delegation couldn't sit still any longer.

Take out the same dombra and play the same rhythm.

That match up too.

In just a few minutes, the airport terminal transformed into a stage for ethnic celebrations...

The video quickly went viral online. The hashtag #KazakhBeautyDancingAtAirport# rapidly became a trending topic.

This has attracted a lot of attention from netizens (×) LSP() Sha Sha.

I knew our fascinating ancestors didn't go to the Western Regions for raisins.

Yunnan, Guizhou, Sichuan, Chongqing, and Xinjiang will always be one family.

[Refuse beauty from Guangdong... Refuse my foot! You can't refuse it at all. Guangdong, the land of lust, welcomes you!]

Xinjiang, Zhejiang, and Shanghai are one family.

[Heaven is fair; it gave you talent and beauty, but it didn't give you free shipping...]

This person is confusing XJ with Kazakhstan.

The other members of the delegation at the edge were wearing work badges, but no one noticed.

Anyway, a beautiful woman with fair skin, a pretty face, long legs, and exotic charm is enough to entice anyone.

There is a group here.

I'll dance for you too.

Who can stand it?

It captivates people, regardless of gender.

Someone immediately drew up a route map: Enter Xinjiang! Enter Xinjiang! Crossing thousands of mountains and rivers!

Unfortunately, the group of beautiful girls then went directly from the airport to the train station.

Board the train bound for Hohhot.

Even on the train, they weren't idle; they sang and danced along the carriages, pulling fellow travelers to join in the dance.

The entire journey turned into an ocean of joy.

After arriving in Hohhot.

I just got off the train.

It's right inside the passenger hall.

The Mongolian compatriots arranged by the autonomous region to pick them up at the station had already prepared hada scarves and mare's milk wine.

The two sides exchanged only a few pleasantries upon meeting.

Immediately afterwards, the Inner Mongolian singers began to sing "The Vast Grassland," and the Kazakhstani members naturally followed with "My Grassland," the two grassland folk songs with similar melodies echoing each other.

But this is not the point.

The Kazakh girls made their appearance again.

This time, they changed into long black velvet dresses, the hems of which were adorned with silver buttons, and danced the Black Horse Dance to the rapid rhythm of the dombra.

The lead dancer was particularly striking, with a high nose, deep-set eyes, and eyelashes long enough for butterflies to land on.

Every raised arm is like a swan spreading its wings, and every turn carries the briskness of the wind sweeping across the grassland.

The girls used their shoulders and necks, their eyebrows and eyes, and their slender yet powerful wrists to portray galloping horses and hunting warriors, exuding elegance with a touch of wildness.

Beautiful, so beautiful.

The Mongolians wouldn't let them have all the glory.

Then, a group of pretty girls came on stage.

They wore royal blue Mongolian robes, with gold and silver ribbons tied around their waists, and red coral headdresses, exuding a heroic aura.

The lead dancer had a face as beautiful as a peach blossom, and her phoenix eyes sparkled with the brilliance of the morning sun over the grassland.

As the sound of the morin khuur (horsehead fiddle) began, they began to dance the horse trainer dance. Their steps were bold and vigorous, like galloping horses, and their arms stretched out like soaring eagles, fully demonstrating the heroic spirit and unrestrained nature of the people of the grasslands.

Two beautiful scenes, two distinct styles. The onlookers were dazzled, unsure where to look.

Along with them, the viewers in the live stream also experienced dizziness.

This time, the preparations were thorough, with live streaming and pre-event promotions, and the live stream was even broadcast on the official media account of the Naadam Festival.

With effective publicity, a large audience, and a dazzling array of offers, the event was a great success.

It was howling and screaming.

Brothers! Assemble! Tonight! Blitzkrieg against the Xiongnu!

[The Northern Expedition! The Northern Expedition!!]

Our great China values ​​harmony above all else; we must never jeopardize this harmony. I am willing to sacrifice myself to establish a peace through marriage alliances.

Dude, I heard all the abacus beads you were doing in Hunan in XJ.

[The Northern Expedition, followed by a blitzkrieg in the Western Regions!!!]

【All soldiers! Follow me on my northern expedition to Inner Mongolia! And my western campaign against Xinjiang! To establish unparalleled achievements!】

"You're doing that for personal gain? I can't even be bothered to talk to you about it."

The funniest thing is that he has an Inner Mongolian IP address...

Laughing and joking.

The two lead dancers exchanged glances.

The Kazakh girl raised her eyes slightly, and the Mongolian girl curled her lips. They both turned around at the same time and gestured to their respective musicians.

Damn it, the men who were making suggestive remarks in the live stream were immediately cleared out.

The chatter came in huge swarms: "Ahhhhhh I'm dead!", "Sister is so beautiful!!", "Her eyes, her eyes are so expressive!", "Teasing, isn't she teasing me~~"

Women love looking at beautiful women too.

But the girls dancing weren't acting as a couple.

Then, a miracle happened. The dombra suddenly started playing the melody of a Mongolian long song, while the morin khuur (horsehead fiddle) played the rhythm of a Kazakh folk song.

The Kazakh girls performed the Mongolian horse-taming dance, showcasing the boldness of Mongolian daughters; while the Mongolian girls performed the Kazakh black horse dance, expressing the tenderness of Kazakh girls.

The two sides exchanged dance styles and music, and the two groups of girls sometimes danced separately and sometimes danced together, with the red dresses and blue robes spinning into a magnificent cloud.

As the last note faded, the two groups of girls smiled at each other and exchanged a traditional greeting. At that moment, the Altai Mountains and the Greater Khingan Mountains were connected, and the Ili River Valley was linked to Hulunbuir.

What kind of divine coordination is this?

This is a collision and fusion of cultures.

The routes drawn by netizens for entering Xinjiang were immediately torn up, and they instead went to Inner Mongolia.

I didn't mean anything by it, I just wanted to ride a horse...
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This year's Naadam Festival has now begun.

The Kazakh delegation first performed in Hohhot for three days, with every show sold out.

It attracted a lot of attention.

Delegations from other countries were jumping up and down in regret.

You have no sportsmanship! How could you do such a thing!

They actually brought a group of girls to test the simple and honest feelings between the people of the two countries.

Even the purest feelings... cannot withstand this kind of test!
Oh well, let them regret it. They'll forget everything when they see the "miracle" grassland.

On the same day that Kazakhs arrived in Hohhot.

Luo Yihang also came to Hohhot and greeted his guests at the airport.

The Mansour family.

This time, the entire Mansour family came.

Mansur's father, Abdullah, and his three mothers all came.

His elder brother, Amar, also came with his wife, a princess from the Al Thani family of Qatar, and four children: two sons and two daughters.

The family consisted of dozens of people, including servants, assistants, nannies, bodyguards, and advisors.

Two private jets arrived.

One plane carries people, and the other carries horses.

Mansur brought his horses too, a total of six...

Although they are a family, they represent different identities.

Mansour represents the Dubai royal family.

Abdullah accepted the invitation as an old friend.

His older brother, Amar, is even more impressive, representing the UAE.

Amar has now gone to Abu Dhabi to work in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and is seeking the position of ambassador to China, waiting to take over after the current term expires.

Their family continued on the established path, with the eldest son expanding the family's territory. With the help of his sisters who married into the royal families of the three emirates of Abu Dhabi, Fujairah, and Sharjah, there was nothing to worry about.

The current ambassador's position after returning home has already been arranged; he will be a high-ranking ministerial-level official, and the Mansour family has helped with this.

In return for the favor, Amal will undoubtedly succeed him as ambassador.

This participation in the Naadam Festival, a grassroots celebration, is sending a signal.

The UAE, being an emirate, is treated like a feudal state, with high-ranking positions rotating among these noble families.

The eldest son isn't worried; his family is now focused on promoting the youngest son, Mansur, to power.

The youngest son, Mansour, was to stay at the family home. According to Mansour's own wishes, he was to start in the Dubai Ministry of Agriculture, make achievements, become the Minister of Agriculture, and then join the Economic Committee.

The Economic Committee is the department in charge of Dubai's economic development, and its power is second only to the Sheikh and the Chairman of the Executive Council.

The latter two positions are held by the King and the Crown Prince, and are not open to those outside the royal family.

The old clan chief, Abdullah, never thought his youngest son was just a spoiled brat who could be easily placed in any department and live a life of wealth and luxury.

I never expected this kid to have such lofty ideals.

Of course we should support it.

If he could seize control of Dubai's economy, he would be second only to the emperor and above all others.

How great.

In addition, their family is a staunch supporter of the Dubai royal family, related to the royal family through marriage, and also tribal elders.

They already possessed influence and strength.

We must give it our full support.

In addition, the royal family also supports him. The Owais family are his own people, and Mansour is someone the crown prince watched grow up. He was the little brother who followed him around when he was a child, and they have a very good personal relationship.

From both a public and private perspective, it's certainly a good thing to have one more person in a key department.

Therefore, Mansour's future is bright.

He's just one big achievement away from taking the position.

Here comes the credit.
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I didn't go to the Arab League first.

Luo Yihang first arranged for Mansur and his family to stay in a five-star hotel in Hohhot.

After everything was arranged, a meeting room was opened, and another group of guests were invited.

Guests from Shouguang, Shandong.

They had just arrived and hadn't planned to talk so soon, but Mansur couldn't wait.

His child is over a year old, incredibly smart and adorable, with a silver tongue. He could speak at eight months old and once he starts, he can talk non-stop, mixing Chinese, French, and Ku language.

He showed signs of genius from a young age.

Unfortunately, they rarely get to see each other. The last time I took the opportunity to visit Tianhan, his child called him "uncle".

Mansour cried.

Sigh, men grow up once they have children.

Mansur is really going all out, working hard for his wife, children, and a warm home...

Mansour is the client, and since the client has requirements, the guests from Shouguang have no objections; it's just a matter of time before they have to negotiate.

But Mansour, upon entering the conference room and taking his seat, immediately declared, "I need a smart greenhouse that can produce three million tons of vegetables and fruits a year. Do you dare to take on the project?"

The guests in Shouguang looked at each other.

He felt disdain.

Well, three million tons a year is indeed a lot, and it's definitely a huge undertaking.

But for Shouguang, it's a piece of cake.

China produces 8.6 million tons of vegetables and 3.3 million tons of fruit annually.

Using Shouguang technology in 30% of the production is not unreasonable.

The "vegetable basket project" is proof of this.

But you can't say it directly.

A representative from Shouguang continued to inquire about the specific conditions.

Mansour didn't hide anything and directly passed on a request for explanation.

The preparation was very thorough, and it was even in Chinese.

The guests from Shouguang read the requirements in detail.

They couldn't help but scratch their heads.

The requirements were numerous, but none were difficult; they were all based on existing technology, indicating that the other party had done their homework.

The main difficulty lies in the conditions provided.

The greenhouse was built just outside Dubai City, on the banks of the Dubai Creek.

It's a semi-desert land, bordering a vast desert, and entirely composed of saline-alkali soil.

More importantly, Dubai Creek is a saltwater river; strictly speaking, it is a bay with no freshwater, so it has to solve its own water problem.

Besides water, there was no electricity, no roads, no materials—not even soil to grow vegetables, let alone steel and cement.

It was just an empty lot.

The place is quite big.

But what's the use of that!
It's still thousands of miles away.

That's way too difficult.

The guests in Shouguang scratched their heads, feeling they needed to discuss it further.

They also took Luo Yihang with them.

The meeting ended less than five minutes after it began, before everyone had even met.

(End of this chapter)