My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 153 The Flood

Who would have thought that when Sun Zetao described going abroad, especially by students from the Foreign Languages College, the main destination was Africa: "That's right, to help Africa with revolution!"

Weidong somehow remembered Zhang Lanzhi twisting and turning against the African tree, and he burst into laughter.

There was really no bitterness in my heart: "So, are there any channels for studying abroad in Europe and the United States, especially with Citibank? I have a friend who really wants to go."

The fake devils would definitely not laugh at him for making up a friend out of nothing: "It's at your own expense. How many people can afford the cost of three or four hundred thousand a year? Of course you can work and earn money after you get out, but you need to have some money for the first year at least."

Rang Weidong certainly wouldn't pretend to be rich and powerful. He just drove quietly and listened: "Well, what next?"

Sun Zetao does understand: "Study abroad at government expense is a competition for a very small number of government-sponsored places, but in reality, you know who is most likely to get one, so there are even fewer places to compete for. Self-funded study is much more flexible. As long as you have an acceptance letter from any foreign university, you can apply for a passport and visa to study abroad. The passport can only be obtained with the acceptance letter, but the visa requires hundreds of thousands of yuan in study expenses, language proficiency, and relevant academic qualifications. Some embassies require an interview, and the visa will be determined in person."

At this point, he pointed to the International Building passing by outside and said: "Look, the Citibank Embassy is on the Embassy Street behind it. Many people foolishly go there to look for opportunities. How is that possible?"

Let Weidong not be so stupid.

He always gets straight to the point: "So how do I get an acceptance letter?"

The foreign affairs students suddenly laughed. "There are a lot of ways. There was a guy who went to the library at Pingjing University and copied down the addresses of all the universities he could find. He then wrote letters to them one by one. He actually got an acceptance letter from the University of California, Long Beach. So now, a lot of people send a lot of letters to foreign universities every day."

This made Weidong laugh as well: "Well, this idea has been imitated by so many people that it doesn't make much sense anymore. What else?"

Sun Zetao said seriously, "Actually, the biggest problem with this method is that people don't know if you have the ability to go to university. So the simplest and most direct way to study abroad at your own expense is to take the TOEFL exam. It's similar to our Chinese language exam, but it's all multiple-choice questions, testing your academic ability in English. It was held once in 81, and then stopped. I heard that it might start again next year. I've heard about this in the academy."

When Rang Weidong was an old security guard, he must have heard of this exam, but his understanding was limited to these two words.

"My friend is good at foreign languages, but everything else is a mess, so taking TOEFL is definitely the way for her. Is it next year?" He kept it in mind, but didn't want to go to Shanghai to meet her face to face. How should he notify her?

Sun Zetao leaned back in his chair and said, "Actually, we have it every year, but in the past two years, I have had to find a way to go to Hong Kong to take the TOEFL exam."

Weidong scoffed, "What's the difference between going to HK and going abroad? I might as well prepare well for the exam next year."

Sun Zetao said jokingly, "So he really wants to go abroad. Whether he wants to study abroad or not is just a pretense. In fact, most people do this. So, besides studying abroad at public or private expense, another way is to use your overseas connections to help you contact any school. That would be incredibly easy."

Nonsense, this method is known to Weidong: "It would be better to marry a foreigner and go abroad, it's the easiest."

Sun Zetao: "Women, this is indeed the simplest way, especially in Shanghai where this trend is the most popular. In Japan, Mexico, Argentina, anyway, as long as you can go abroad, you can marry anywhere, just like changing from a farmer to a non-farmer."

Wei Dong couldn't help but laugh out loud in mockery.

This metaphor is so vivid.

In order to escape from farming and become a non-agricultural population, farmers are desperately looking for ways, but in reality, city dwellers are desperately trying to go abroad. Once they go abroad, do they want to leave the earth?
Human desires are truly endless.

But Jin Zhuoqun is trying his best to transfer from agricultural to non-agricultural status. He knows very well that this is the time when he can perform best.

This is a million times better than those who don't know what they are going to do abroad and just blindly try their best to get out first.

While chatting and laughing, we turned the car into the alley, which just happened to lead us into the factory area. The factory building was in the revolutionary industrial style of more than ten or twenty years ago, and the bungalows were simply a row of remnants of the courtyard houses of that time.

Maybe the entire factory was converted from a courtyard house.

Sun Zetao was immediately pulled by Meng Hongfei to communicate with the Japanese technicians.

Let Weidong talk to Zhang Lingyun. I heard that Sun Zetao is also an accomplice who worked in sales at the external hospital, so why not bring him into the company?

Just like a tractor driver, everyone has their own responsibilities. "Yes, especially Russian. We can also prepare. Are you from Northeast China? Have you heard of the border trade business with Russia... the Soviet Union?"

Zhang Lingyun immediately said, "I still don't know anything at the moment. I'll keep this in mind. When I return to Northeast China to learn about the situation, I'll definitely pay attention to this information."

Satisfied, Weidong emphasized his own experience to him: "The further south you go, the more open it is, and the more adaptable it is to commercial exchanges. The further north you go, the more closed and narrow the areas are, and the more likely you are to be identified as speculators. For example, in Shangzhou, Shuchuan, people were arrested for reselling melon seeds, and one of my brothers is still incarcerated..."

Only then did Zhang Lingyun realize that his job was so dangerous.

In addition to following the technicians and trying to carefully record all information that might be related to the automated production line, the others mainly listened to Weidong's introduction.

I didn't notice the two boys quietly getting out of the back seat of the SUV, wandering around the bungalow with their hands behind their backs, and whispering in each other's ears.

We were so busy that it was almost dinner time. We even started the production line and churned out dozens of bags, shocking everyone with the power of modern industry.

Only then did Weidong realize that Shen Lao San had not returned yet.

After asking He Yuemei, they were more knowledgeable: "There are many people from other places in Pingjing, so there are even more long-distance calls. You might have to wait in line for half a day to make a call there. Some people even take pancakes with them for lunch."

Let Weidong find a small restaurant at the entrance of the alley and have dinner with everyone to continue chatting.

For those who want to go back to school, the tractor driver will drive the car back later, and the tractor driver will temporarily be in charge of transporting everyone. The salary will be set at 50 yuan, in addition to other sales commissions.

But since I have the identity of a driver, I must ensure that I am available to work and serve everyone at any time.

Everyone started to make a fuss and asked the tractor driver to treat them. The tractor driver, who seemed to have a grassland style, said it was no problem.

Rang Weidong laughed and scolded him, "Don't grab orders when the boss is around. This is a virtue."

The college students were fascinated by Weidong's language style, which seemed trendy and rarely heard.

Finally, even Sun the translator, who only received a basic salary of 50 yuan, requested to go with him to Sunshine Daily tomorrow to see the big scene.

Because everyone described to him how powerful the boss was at the Supply and Marketing Cooperative today, and his performance was perfect, showing both professionalism and a sense of patriotism.

The fake Japanese still knew not to bring up the fact that the boss had once asked a lady about her desire to go abroad.

The five-stranded shredded pork belly, garlic pork elbow, stir-fried shrimp, and gluten cabbage are nothing compared to Weidong's lively and cheerful description of the future.

It wasn't until the restaurant owner urged them to close the stall that Weidong realized he should leave someone at the factory to answer the phone. He gave Jin Zhuoqun the contact number and address here that afternoon, hoping Shen Cuiyue would call too.

So I simply looked at the time and it was already past nine: "I'll go to the Telegraph Building and see if there's anything I can take to the bus stop."

Only two people said they wanted to go back to school, so they went with the tractor driver.

Let Weidong just take his two younger brothers with him.

After the three of them walked along the main road, they came to the Chang'an Street with lights at night. It is one of the only two night view signs in the country that is as famous as the Bund. It is still worth seeing.

Especially when passing by the city gate tower, it is quite spectacular and majestic.

But these two actually looked at each other and urged to go and pick up the third sister.

Shitou, still leaning on the passenger seat, spoke carefully, "Brother, do you want to go abroad?"

Let Weidong know that he has more tricks than a hornet's nest: "Well, we will do foreign business after all. Making money domestically is nothing. We are all poor. Once this foundation is laid, we will go and make money from foreigners."

Shitou glanced at his brother, Maoer poked his butt, and just as he was about to ask again, they had already arrived.

The main thing is that after passing the city gate tower, you turn into the telegraph building and can park at the door of the building.

Then a bunch of people immediately gathered around and looked at her curiously: "Beautiful!"

"What kind of car is this? It looks a bit like a 212, but it's not a 212, is it? An imported 212?"

"Bros……"

Looking around, it was like Weidong was back in the 1980s, seeing the largest number of cars gathered together.

All imported cars.

There wasn't even a Shanghai brand, so most of the cars were from Eastern Europe. However, there were also quite a few Toyota, Mercedes-Benz, Nissan and other models, which were lined up in three rows in front and back!

About twenty or thirty cars.

Weidong was shocked. He came down and chatted with some people. He found out that they were drivers from various companies looking for work at night. The bus stop for the airport bus to the city was next door.

Mao'er and Shitou looked over from the front of the car and said, "Brother, go ahead. We'll wait here."

Shitou also made a gesture to him, closing and opening his hands like a clam shell, which was obviously another hint from their underworld.

He reached out and brushed off his trousers to show that he understood.

It's really strange. I was so busy all day that I almost forgot that the gun was tied to my leg. This moment I noticed it, I felt its weight.

But he did act cautiously, squeezing into the crowded Telegraph and Telephone Building, which was bustling with people even at night.

Weidong vaguely recalled that there seemed to be a half-price discount for night calls in recent years, so some people made long-distance calls at night, especially international calls, in which the time difference had to be taken into account.

Who could have thought that such a scene would no longer exist after a few years? He had no such need at all at the beginning, and he couldn't even find anyone to call.

Fortunately, it is easy to find Shen Lao San.

Weidong stood on tiptoe to look around, and saw that she had indeed put on the conspicuous white cotton mask again, leaning against the wall with a tired look as she lined up in the queue.

I squeezed over and squeaked, "You go take a rest, I'll do it."

The liar girl suddenly looked up with a look in her eyes that flashed like fireworks, then quickly retracted: "I'm a little hungry, but I mainly want to go to the bathroom!"

Let Weidong point outside: "They are in the car, let me take care of it, you take a break and go find something to eat next door."

I began to think that if I couldn't get in touch with Jin Zhuoqun today, I might really have to go to the newspaper office tomorrow with the inscription of "Fei Yan".

Although it has nothing to do with the photography exhibition, it can be regarded as an explanation of the Supply and Marketing Cooperative’s affairs.

How about inviting the newspaper office to dinner to foster some good relations?

In the past, this aspect was left to Yu Songhai to sort out on his own, but now Old Yu is inexplicably blessed with two wives.

Do you have to take responsibility for this matter yourself?

But Weidong really doesn't like doing this.

Just after I thought about it for a while, the figure reappeared next to the queue.

Wei Dong was a little surprised: "Why? Have you eaten?"

Even a bowl of instant noodles wouldn’t be enough.

Shen Cuiyue shook her head: "No, just standing with you for a while, happy."

When she said the word "plain and simple", it was filled with emotion.

Let Weidong tilt his head to observe her expression: "What are you doing..."

Shen Lao San had already started laughing and said in unison with him: "You are just agreeing with me."

The people standing at the back stretched their necks. It was okay to watch a romance drama while waiting in line.