As one of the first 14 coastal open cities, Mucheng was initially divided into three forms: open zone, restricted open zone and non-open zone for entry of foreigners coming to China.

The regulations on foreigners coming to China are relatively strict. Foreigners who come to China are limited to crew members, or visit them on duty. There are only a few hundred political visitors a year.

When Lu Renhe came to Mucheng to cheat, he was just a guise of business investigation, and he had a dedicated person to accompany him when he was in and out. It was difficult for ordinary people to meet him.

With the acceleration of the pace of reform in Mucheng, foreigners who came to Mu began to multiply. After entering the 1990s, foreigners who came to Mu began to count in ten thousand every year, especially the opening of seaports and airports, direct routes to Seoul and Osaka were opened, which greatly increased the number of people who came to Mu, and last year it reached more than 40,000.

Foreigners mainly visit relatives and friends, technology and cultural exchanges, sightseeing, and business activities. The management is no longer as strict as before. Foreigners can act freely in the city.

Before the completion of Mandarin Oriental Hotel, there was no five-star hotel in Mucheng. Most foreigners stayed in several foreign-related hotels and hotels designated by the government after coming to Mucheng.

However, after the opening of Mandarin Oriental Hotel, foreigners used it as their preferred place to stay after coming to Mucheng.

Although Mandarin Oriental Hotel is expensive, foreigners who can come to the mainland these days are basically not short of money, and they are not worse than those of Wenzhou aunt groups.

This is not like more than ten years later, many crooked people who cannot make it in their own country have become popular immediately after they arrive in the mainland. While taking advantage of easy money, playing easy girl, they easily reach the peak of their life.

Zhang Junyuan suddenly asked mysteriously: "I heard that the foreigner was beaten a few days ago? What's going on?"

"That's the case." Fu Song couldn't help laughing when he mentioned this.

Just two days ago, a foreign-related incident occurred in Mucheng. The cause was that four Russian sailors had lunch in a hotel in the city. The hotel was not far from here, only across the road.

The Russians drank too much and touched the waitress. In order to avoid trouble, the waitress returned to the employee dormitory.

Unexpectedly, the four Russians not only did not restrain themselves, but actually followed them and continued to touch them. The hotel security guard stepped forward to stop them, but was kicked down from the stairs by the four Russians.

The security guard was anxious and went to the lobby to shout: "The dog-good Russian is a hooligan and beats people!"

Then..., the Russians were beaten by the men of Mucheng, from the staff dormitory to the street. The enthusiastic people on the street heard that the Russians were playing hooligans and beating people, and they all joined the beating sequence, and in the end more than 20 people took action.

The Russians must not be able to beat them, so they fled. The young men in Mucheng chased and fought, chasing them for a mile, and finally blocked the four Russians in an alley and beat them up.

The people's police descended from the sky and rescued the four Russians and sent them to the hospital.

Because it was a foreign-related incident, the police went to the Russian ship to take a record. As a result, the Russian captain said: Our crew members fell down from the stairs and were injured after drinking too much. They were definitely not beaten, so there is no need to take a record!

This incident was regarded as a joke for a while and soon spread throughout Mucheng.

Of course, Fu Song didn't see it with his own eyes, but after all, the matter was developing across the street. The news he received was more and more authentic, and his eloquence made people feel immersive when he spoke.

But Fu Song was very upset by the second child's performance. I was so dry and said, would you please give me some reaction? Is that foreign girl that beautiful?

"Are you still finished? If you want to see it, go and see it."

Fu Dong withdrew his gaze and smiled, "You think I dare not."

Fu Song said contemptly: "Do you speak English? When you went there, you stared at me?"

"Who said I can't speak English?" Fu Dong said unconvincedly, "I'm going to say the first time I met a foreigner... Lao Zhang, why did you say that?"

Old Zhang Jun blushed and didn't want to say it at first, but after Fu Dong asked, he still gritted his teeth and said, "Get..., use the key to unlock the drawer."

Fu Song looked confused, keys and drawers? What the hell!

This is neither chinglish nor indian    english, could it be mars   english?

"Yes, yes, yes, use the key to unlock the drawer!" Fu Dong said proudly, "What else is Hawa oil? I said Goodmaoerning in the morning, Goodafunon in the afternoon, and said Goodabai when I broke up, and just hit someone and said Saori..."

Fu Song: “….”

I was too lazy to pay attention to this rough man, and the food was served, so Fu Song asked them to have a meal quickly.

Because Fu Dong had to drive back to Donglai this afternoon, Fu Song didn't ask for alcohol. Besides, he didn't want to drink it at all. He didn't get better last night's hangover, so he didn't drink any resurrection wine. The more he drank, the worse he got.

After eating a few bites of the dishes, Fu Song lost his appetite and simply talked about the serious matter.

"I have prepared 5 million yuan in cash for you. Opening two stores should be enough, right?"

"Ah?" Zhang Junyuan and Fu Dong looked at each other, "There are too many, so I can't use so much. And after discussing with my second brother, I decided to open a store first."

Fu Dong interrupted: "The main reason is that there are not so many people. Even if you only open one store, Lao Zhang has to lead the team to take charge."

Fu Song was not surprised by their choice and nodded and said, "If you don't have a suitable manager, you will expand blindly. The risk is too great. Where are you planning to open a new store?"

Fu Dong blurted out without thinking: "Zhi Yang!"

Fu Song looked at Zhang Junyuan, who rubbed his hands and smiled and said, "Although Nanping is closer to Donglai, Zhiyang's economy is more developed, there are many ordinary people doing small business, and there are many rich people..."

Zhiyang people respect business, and good at doing business is the gene in the bones of Zhiyang people.

The merchants of Zhiyang have been famous since ancient times, "a narrow land and dense population, and are pursuing profits everywhere" and "good at making a living and especially enjoying traveling far and wide." From Chuangweizi (Vladivostok), to Guandong, to Zhiyang Street, which can be seen in many places in the northeast, the business of the old Zhiyang people is spread all over the world.

After the reform and opening up, the people of Zhiyang continued to carry forward this tradition and the individual economy flourished. In a family, men often work in state-owned enterprises, township enterprises, and women work side jobs at home.

Vermicelli, vermicelli, jelly, tofu, leather shoes, leather gloves, etc. As long as there are raw materials, there is nothing that Zhiyang people cannot make at home.

When everyone mentions Zhiyang people, their first impression is that they can make money!

Fu Song knew that what Zhang Junyuan said was the truth, and the explanation was reasonable, but he could only fool others. Fu Song didn't believe his nonsense at all, but he didn't point it out, picked up the teacup and drank the tea.

Seeing that Fu Song was disagreeing, Zhang Junyuan had to tell the truth: "Mr. Fu, Secretary Hu..."

Fu Song smiled secretly, I will know what you want to spoil as soon as you stick out your butt. It is important for the people in Zhiyang to have money, but if you can't open a store in Zhiyang, or if you keep trouble after opening it, it will be useless.

"Hu Qingmei and I just nodded..., well, ordinary..., the relationship is okay." Fu Songben wanted to clear the relationship between himself and Hu Qingmei, but suddenly remembered that Zhang Junyuan was also present when he had dinner with Hu Qingmei in Donglai last year.

The relationship between him and Hu Qingmei was there, and he insisted on clearing it. There was a suspicion of no money here. How could that sentence be said? The explanation is to cover up. The more you explain, the easier it is to make people suspicious, so it is better to let it go.

Of course, even if he was beaten to death, he would not dare to admit that he had an affair with Hu Qingmei.

Hu Qingmei is only 40 years old this year and is already the top leader of Zhiyang. She has developed better than in her previous life. Fu Song is reluctant to hold her back.

Zhang Junyuan was puzzled by Fu Song's reaction. I didn't say anything. Why are you so excited?

But he didn't have time to think too much, and said with a smile: "That's that's that."

Fu Song said: "I'll call her later, but you two don't expect her to help."

Zhang Junyuan waited for his words and said happily: "Don't worry, we go to Zhiyang to invest, do whatever we should do, and we will never make things difficult for you, nor will we cause trouble to Secretary Hu!"

When doing business in the mainland, there is a big difference between some people and no one, and sometimes it is even a world of difference.

Zhang Junyuan didn't expect Hu Qingmei to open a door of convenience for him, but as long as she greeted the people below, he would be satisfied.

For Hu Qingmei, saying hello is just a small task, but for Zhang Junyuan, it can save countless troubles.

Zhang Junyuan and Fu Dong discussed it and only cost 2.5 million, Fu Song didn't force it. The remaining 2.5 million was left for Xu Qian to run a training class.

After dinner, Fu Song sent them to the bank to withdraw money. With He Jia accompanied him, he could just take a nap to Lizhina.

I drank too much last night, and I had a lot of exercise this morning, so I even had half an injection from He Jia. Fu Song slept until six o'clock in the afternoon.

OK, I originally said I would go to pick up my son from school, but I probably got home early, maybe I had even finished my meal.

I have to strengthen time management in the future, otherwise I will be too busy at all...

Li Zhi woke up early. Seeing that he was sleeping soundly, he didn't ask him to get up. He arched in his arms and said coquettishly: "Eat here tonight?"

Fu Song refused with great perseverance: "Forget it, I'll come to eat with you at noon tomorrow."

"Okay." Li Zhi never forced him to do this kind of thing. He could act spoiled occasionally and get angry, but she paid great attention to the standards and stopped at the right time.

When I got home, the sun had already set and the lights were brightly lit in the living room.

Yin Lei took Fu Shengyuan and Fan Yiran to sit around the dining table and teaches the two children to pack the newly sent textbooks.

There is no special book cover yet, so you need to find the book cover, cut the paper yourself, and wrap it yourself.

"Did you eat?" Fu Song picked up a textbook casually. It was the first volume of primary school Chinese in the People's Education Press version, or the beautiful illustrations of the textbooks now. Those textbooks in the People's Education Press version twenty years later..., haha, it's better not to say it.

"I've eaten." Yin Lei looked ignorant, as if someone owed her money.

Fu Song didn't dare to touch her bad head and said whisperingly: "Then you guys are busy, I'll just get some food myself."

When I arrived at the kitchen, I saw that the mice were so clean that they didn't want to come and visit me.

After he came out with a bowl of noodles, Yin Lei had already taken Fan Yiran back to his home.

This girl is quite energetic, but Fu Song also knows why she was angry. She originally promised to go to pick up her child from school together, but she released her pigeon.

Fu Song took a bite of garlic, took a bite of noodles, and asked Fu Shengyuan: "What are you eating tonight?"

Fu Shengyuan didn't look up and said, "The shrimp noodles eaten by Auntie Jae-lei's house."

Fu Song suddenly felt that the noodles and garlic in his mouth were no longer fragrant. Yinlei treated the shrimps he brought from his hometown as a treasure and hid them. He had only eaten two shrimp noodles with her for so long.

While eating noodles, he asked about Fu Shengyuan's situation at school today.

Who is his son? He knows what he thinks of me. Fu Shengyuan is honest on the surface, but in fact he is very bad..., uh, he is very sensible, this is like Liang Xi, so he is not worried that Fu Shengyuan will be bullied in school.

If he doesn't bully others, Fu Song will be Amitabha.

The two of them were chatting when Yu Gang suddenly came.

After returning to China, he took his wife and children back to his hometown. He just returned to Mucheng yesterday. He took a day off today and went to work with Fu Song tomorrow.

Fu Song asked, "Have you eaten? Have you eaten something?"

"I've eaten it." Yu Gang is from the south and is used to eating rice. He respects noodles and garlic. "Mr. Fu, will it be tomorrow morning or old time?"

Fu Song said with bad intentions: "I will go out at half past five and go to Wenhua Oriental Hotel to exercise at six o'clock. Lao Yang is not here, so you will have to work hard in the future."

"What a big deal!" Yu Gang said disapprovingly, "That's true, Mr. Fu, I won't bother you anymore, let's go first."
To be continued...