Development of productivity started in 1981

Chapter 131 Tour Part

On the morning of August 1982, 8, Wang Jiankun met the tour guide that the waiter had helped find at the hotel entrance.

"Good morning, Boss Wang. My name is Ma Qingyang. Let me take you around Tianjin today!"

This man named Ma Qingyang has a pointed chin, a protruding forehead, and is thin and short. However, it is obvious that he has some culture when listening to him speak.

"Okay, can you ride a motorcycle? It doesn't matter if you can't. You can sit in the back of the motorcycle and show us the way."

"You're joking. That thing is very valuable. I've only seen it from a distance and never ridden it. But I have a bicycle."

"The bicycle is too slow. Please wait here. I will take my companion to get the motorcycle out first."

"Okay, I'll wait for you here."

Letting the tour guide wait at the entrance of the hotel, Wang Jiankun called Wu Xiaoyi, Fang Guihua, Lang Junjian and Cheng Ming to go to the parking lot behind the hotel to ride the motorcycle back.

It was almost dark when we arrived here last night. In order to save time, Wang Jiankun lifted all five motorcycles off the boat and rode them to the hotel.

These five vehicles are all medium-sized motorcycles, with a displacement of 5CC, and much greater horsepower than Jialing 125. Wang Jiankun asked Chieko to help design them, and Wang Jiankun manufactured them and continuously tested and modified them, so they are both handsome and comfortable.

"Wow! Boss Wang, your motorcycle is great! It looks more stylish and better than those on the street. Is it imported?"

"I guess so. You sit in the back of my car and show me the way. Take us to have breakfast first. Choose something unique and delicious."

"Okay, the most famous thing in Tianjin is Goubuli steamed buns. Now is the perfect time to go because the buns are just coming out of the pot."

"Okay, get in the car and lead the way."

Wang Jiankun and Ma Qingyang were in the front, and the other four motorcycles also had two people on each, so they were just full.

The Goubuli steamed bun shop is quite far from the hotel. It took about 7 or 8 minutes to get there by bike. But when I arrived at the door, I saw that there were already many people buying dumplings here, so I guess the taste must be good.

"Boss, give me two trays of buns and ten bowls of soy milk." After taking over Wang Jiankun's instructions, Ma Qingyang called to the boss in Tianjin dialect to bring the buns.

After Wang Jiankun and his group sat down, they filled the three empty tables in the store.

The soy milk came up first. Wang Jiankun tasted it and found it to be mellow. It should be more authentic and not mixed with a lot of water just to make money.

The buns had just been sold out in one pot, and Ma Qingyang asked the boss, who said it would take another 5 minutes, so Ma Qingyang went to the mobile stall across the street and bought 20 fried dough rings to eat with soy milk.

According to Ma Qingyang, fried dough rings are one of Tianjin people's favorite breakfasts, and the other one is Jianbing.

The fried doughnuts taste really good, they smell fragrant and are crispy. Eating a few bites of them and drinking some soy milk to slow down the process is really enjoyable.

The fried dough sticks were quite big, and everyone was half full. The buns were finally out of the pot.

The boss took the lead and brought over two trays, each with 16 buns. The buns were quite big, slightly bigger than an adult's fist.

Wang Jiankun has eaten a lot of meat buns since his adventure, so after taking a few bites, he felt that they were not much different from the buns in his hometown and other places.

But except Wu Xiaoyi and Yu Zirun, everyone else enjoyed the meal, even the tour guide Ma Qingyang.

"Ma Qingyang, aren't you from Tianjin? Why do you eat so deliciously?"

Ma Qingyang was eating the last bun he was given, and when he heard Wang Jiankun's question, he quickly swallowed it.

"Boss Wang, to be honest, I seldom come here to buy these Goubuli buns. After all, they cost 3 cents each, which is the price of half a pound of meat. I can only buy one or two occasionally when I feel craving for them."

"Oh, tell me what you used to do. Judging from the way you dress and the way you speak, you seem to be quite knowledgeable."

"To be honest, I'm a junior high school English teacher. Because the salary is too low, I found a side job as a tour guide. When I meet foreigners or overseas Chinese coming here and meet a generous employer, the tips are equivalent to one or two months' salary for me."

"I didn't expect you to be a teacher and a tour guide for foreigners, so your spoken English should be pretty good, right? How come you're still a junior high school teacher?"

"Ah~, I was interested in English at the time and learned it quickly. My grades in other subjects were average, so I only graduated from a vocational high school. I couldn't get a good job with this degree, so I went to be a junior high school teacher."

"But although being a teacher is stable, the salary is relatively low, and I have several family members to support, so I have seen many foreigners coming here for inspection and tourism, and I have encountered conflicts with local people due to language problems."

"I acted as an interpreter and helped the American solve his problem. He gave me $20 directly, which shocked me."

"Since then, I have started to work as a tour guide as a side job. Besides, as a teacher, I have a lot of free time. During the winter and summer vacations, I can also work as a tour guide on weekends and weekdays when I don't have classes."

Ma Qingyang was quite good at chatting. He talked about his work and how he got into this industry.

Wang Jiankun felt that this man was a talent. First of all, he had good spoken English. Then he understood life in the north and had good social skills. He decided to observe him further and maybe he could recruit him to be the person in charge of the Beijing-Tianjin area in the future.

"Are you all full? If not, bring a few more buns. Don't be polite. You have to eat well since you came out with me." Wang Jiankun asked the others.

"I am full."

"We are full. No need to take more buns. These buns are quite big and the fillings are substantial. We are all full."

The filling of Goubuli is really substantial, mostly fat, and the lean meat is also selected with fat and lean mixed together, which tastes greasy.

After breakfast, Wang Jiankun asked Ma Qingyang to take them to visit most of Tianjin city. Ma Qingyang was quite good at speaking and could tell them all about the buildings and streets in Tianjin.

The group strolled and had fun in Tianjin, and their group of five motorcycles became the talk of the streets.

The most common things Wang Jiankun saw on the road were bicycles. He also saw more than 50 Jialing 20 motorcycles. There were even fewer cars and jeeps, only more than 10.

But logically there should be quite a few jeeps, and they may be parked in many government agencies.

The cars are mainly Japanese, and there are also a few Soviet ones, but they are all relatively old.

That afternoon, Wang Jiankun asked Ma Qingyang to take them to Nankai University, which has a long history. It was founded in 1919 and moved south in 1937 after the campus was bombed by the Japanese invaders.

At that time, it merged with Peking University and Tsinghua University in Changsha to form the National Changsha Temporary University. In 1938, it moved to Kunming and was renamed National Southwest Associated University. In 1946, it returned to Tianjin and resumed its operations.

Therefore, this university is very strong, with many excellent teachers and many celebrities among its students. For example, Premier Zhou was a student in the first class of liberal arts.

During the visit, Yu Zirun and Zheng Qian heard Ma Qingyang's introduction and asked Wang Jiankun if he wanted to come to the school to study next year because they wanted to become Premier Zhou's alumni.

"Forget it, it's better to go to Peking University. The educational resources there are more abundant, and we are closer together, so I can give you more help."

"Well, it seems that the school building here is indeed smaller."

"Because Nankai University used to be a private university with limited financial resources, it adopted the philosophy of running a small but fine school, and this philosophy has been passed down to later generations. But I heard that they are planning to expand it." Ma Qingyang explained the problem of the small campus.

During the visit, Wang Jiankun focused on the library and the research facilities of the Department of Chemistry.

The library does have a lot of old research materials, such as Zhu Kezhen's meteorological research and teaching materials, as well as research and teaching materials in chemistry and physics. Wang Jiankun took a quick look and found that although the materials were from decades ago, many of the research ideas and experimental designs were still quite inspiring.

However, the Department of Chemistry, Department of Physics and other science departments do not conduct any cutting-edge research. They are still rummaging through old papers or following foreign research. Since the university does not currently have a graduate school, these research projects are all conducted spontaneously by some of the faculty members.

After a day of sightseeing in Tianjin, we set off for BJ on motorcycles the next day.

Ma Qingyang also went with them. He said that he grew up in BJ and was familiar with the area.

Wang Jiankun saw that he didn't seem to be lying, so he took him with him. It was better to have an acquaintance as a tour guide than to find one after arriving in BJ.

Of course, Ma Qingyang's attentiveness was also related to the 10 US dollars tour guide fee that Wang Jiankun gave him yesterday. After all, if you follow a generous employer and work for a few days, the money you earn is equivalent to half a year's salary.

It was still the hottest time of the year and the temperature was very high during the day, so we chose to set off at 4: in the morning when the sky was just beginning to turn pale.

Because it hadn't rained for more than a week, the road was very dusty. Fortunately, everyone was wearing helmets, otherwise they would have been covered in dust.

Tianjin is not far from BJ. It took more than an hour to ride the motorcycle on the cement road to get there. At this time, the sun had just risen completely.

Everyone went to a park to wash up, dusted off their bodies, and wiped their bikes and helmets.

I won’t be able to catch the flag-raising ceremony today, but I still chose BJ Tiananmen Square as my first stop.

Since we have been taught about Tiananmen Square in textbooks since childhood, and these three words often appear in songs, newspapers and radio, the first image of BJ to everyone is Tiananmen Square.

When everyone arrived on their bikes, the crowd in Tiananmen Square had already dispersed. Only a few people were visiting and sightseeing, and some people selling vegetables and fruits were setting up stalls in the square.

Wang Jiankun brought a camera. He first took a few photos of everyone individually, then asked Ma Qingyang to take a photo of him alone, and then took a group photo.

It was already past 7 o'clock and everyone was hungry. Ma Qingyang led everyone to the alley near Tiananmen Square and took them to eat BJ snacks.

"I don't know if you are used to drinking this bean juice. I'll make a bowl first. You can taste it with a spoon. If you are used to it, you can go get more. If you are not used to it, don't go. Just drink the mung bean soup."

Wang Jiankun had heard about some BJ snacks and knew that soy juice is fermented, so the taste is very different from soy milk, and many people are not used to it.

But he has never tasted it. Since he is here, he would feel regretful if he doesn't try it.

But after tasting it, he no longer had any regrets, because the taste will be unforgettable for him forever.

When the others saw that Wang Jiankun spit out most of the food after taking a spoonful, they all scooped out a little bit with a spoon to taste.

In the end, only Wu Xiaoyi and Cheng Ming chose to drink soy milk, as everyone else was not used to it.

There are many stalls selling snacks here, including fried dough sticks, steamed buns, candied ears, and donkey rolls.

Everyone bought some to try, and some of the delicious ones were bought extra, intending to take them with them on the road.

After breakfast, Wang Jiankun asked Ma Qingyang to take them to visit the Forbidden City.

The Forbidden City is currently undergoing renovations, so many places are not open to the public, but a few main halls are still open.

Wang Jiankun projected the entire Forbidden City, preparing to make a backup of it. Even if some of it was lost in the future, he would find a chance to replace it.

Because it was not long after the reform and opening up, there were few people in the country who could afford to travel, so there were very few tourists in the Forbidden City at that time, and Japanese, Europeans and Americans actually accounted for a small majority of them.

There are many tour guides like Ma Qingyang, who take foreign tourists on tours and are very attentive.

"Let's go. Let's take a few photos in front of some landmark buildings and then go to the school. There's not even a tree here. There's no place to hide in the shade."

"Okay, it's so hot that you can even fry eggs on the ground. Let's take some pictures and leave quickly."

"Yes, let's go quickly. It's too hot. It's scorching hot."

It was almost 10: in the morning, and they didn't bring any sunshades with them, unlike the Japanese tourists who were holding oil-paper umbrellas and fanning themselves as they watched with great interest.

After taking the photos, Ma Qingyang led everyone to ride towards Peking University.

Several good universities in BJ are in Zhongguancun, which is quite far from the Forbidden City. As the weather was too hot, no one wore helmets. After speeding up, it was relatively cool to ride the bikes.

After exiting the West Second Ring Road, the houses on the roadside become much sparser, and patches of farmland begin to appear.

Although Wang Jiankun had thought about the environment here, he did not expect that the university was built in such a remote place and the road conditions were very poor. After exiting the West Second Ring Road, there was a gravel road. Soon, the people riding behind him had dust raised by the motorcycle on their heads and bodies.

The group walked along the gravel road, passing Minzu University of China, Beijing Institute of Technology, Renmin University of China, and then arrived at the south gate of Peking University.

The school was on holiday at this time, but graduate students and some senior students were still on campus. Wang Jiankun and his group stopped at the south gate on their motorcycles, asked Ma Qingyang to stay at the gate to look after the vehicles, and then Wang Jiankun led everyone into Peking University.

(End of this chapter)