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Chapter 903: Li Wenjun’s Slaughter Scene

October in Suicheng is the most comfortable season of the year. The heat has subsided, there is a slight cool breeze, the sky is clear, and the redbuds are in full bloom.

Outside the trade fair, red flags were waving, colorful flags were fluttering, gongs and drums were loud, and it was very lively.

First there was a lion dance to open the market, and then the leader gave a speech before letting the exhibitors in.

Although there were many foreigners coming, it was not as lively as the trade fair held later in the modern exhibition hall.

After all, we are now in a small building with a steel-concrete structure, which is not as grand and spectacular as the later large-span steel structure exhibition halls that were often hundreds of meters long.

Li Wenjun and Tang Zhaonian wore fishtail-shaped ribbon ribbons on their chests. They arrived at the booth early in the morning and put models, jade carvings, etc. on the museum shelves.

People in other booths knew that the stage could rotate and had a small spotlight on it.

"Damn it, I got deceived by this little bastard again."

"This guy has so many tricks up his sleeve."

It's just that it's too late for everyone to change now, because the customers who came to visit have already come in.

Tang Zhaonian almost died laughing when he saw the expressions on the faces of the people in the booths next to him and across from them, as if they had seen a ghost.

To say that Li Wenjun lowered his dimension to attack his opponents is a bit too gentle. He was simply killing them mercilessly.

Once this rotating platform is in operation, it becomes nothing like the rigid and rustic booths next to it.

Not to mention the alien technology-like models on the table.

Various black people, white people, red people, foreigners in strange clothes and translators stopped in front of the booth and asked questions.

Li Wenjun didn't show any curiosity or surprise.

Tang Zhaonian looked sideways at Li Wenjun: "Tsk, you street kid has never seen much of the world, how do you stay so calm all the time?"

Li Wenjun smiled: "I have seen people like you, how can I not be calm?"

Tang Zhaonian snorted and walked away with his hands behind his back: "I'm going to look around and see if there's anything interesting."

By nine o'clock, more and more customers came in to visit.

Any customer who passes by Li Wenjun's booth will be immediately attracted to his eyes, and will be unable to move for an instant.

Two rotating small pillars hold a red sports car model and a black motorcycle respectively, which are exquisite, lifelike, and eye-catching.

On the museum shelves at the back are various exquisite scaled-down furniture and advanced mobile phones, pagers, and walkie-talkies.

Next to the wall are sleek washing machines, dryers and various well-made machinery.

The more people inquired at the booth, the more customers were attracted to stop and take a closer look, and it quickly became overcrowded.

As he expected, foreign customers were very interested in furniture, handicrafts, jade carvings, and cars. Domestic customers were busy looking at electrical appliances and fine machinery.

Factory Director Mo was a few stalls away from Li Wenjun. Seeing that Li Wenjun was too busy, he ran over to help watch the models to prevent them from being taken away.

Tang Zhaonian walked around and felt that the things in Li Wenjun's place were interesting, so he came back.

When he was only a few dozen meters away from the Xiang Province booth, he heard a lot of noise there, and then he was frightened by the grand scene in front of his booth.

Director Mo, who was responsible for guarding the museum shelves, had been lost in the crowd.

The entire booth was filled with moving heads, waving arms, and merchants shouting at the top of their lungs like the aunties grabbing vegetables at the farmer's market.

"Sir, show me that black motorcycle model."

"Hey, comrade, please give me a product introduction."

"How much does this table cost?"

Here Li Wenjun is dealing with dozens of customers alone, while other stalls are deserted, with more staff than customers.

It's really a world of ice and fire.

It is sheer nonsense to say that a company only has one guest note. Those people only gave Li Wenjun one guest note because they were afraid that he would steal business.

Tang Zhaonian suddenly realized this and became a little angry.

There happened to be a person who saw how exquisitely made the car model was. While looking at it, he backed away and came to the back of the crowd.

Tang Zhaonian took a step forward and stood behind him with a smile on his face: "Comrade, our car model cost more than dozens of yuan to make by hand. If you take it away, how can we introduce it to customers later?"

The man looked up and was frightened by Tang Zhaonian's murderous and gloomy face, and said hurriedly: "Ah, no, no, no, I just think it's too crowded inside, and I want to take it out to have a good look."

Tang Zhaonian nodded: "Just take a look."

Even if the man had any evil intentions, he was so frightened that he disappeared and hurriedly returned the model.

Li Wenjun saw Tang Zhaonian coming back and pointed at him: "Gentlemen and comrades, this is also our salesman. If you have anything, you can ask him."

Tang Zhaonian's heart was full of energy: Damn, you're a salesman... I'm a big boss from Hong Kong City, and I'm here to go shopping, and you're dragging me here to introduce wardrobes and washing machines to people?!!

No wonder Li Wenjun asked him to come in first and left Tao Guangming outside. Because he can speak Cantonese and Tao Guangming can't!

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Tao Guangming felt very itchy when he heard that it was bustling inside, but he walked around the exchange for several times and couldn't find a chance to sneak in.

Two security guards were chatting next to them: "Eh? I heard that there are a few Arabs today who are so rich that it's like signing a contract for free."

"Yeah. I don't know if I'll come tomorrow."

“The booth of ‘Wenjun Industrial’ in Hunan Province has the most people in front of it, and it’s very lively.”

When Tao Guangming heard this, he cursed in his heart: Damn it, if those people hadn't suddenly changed their mind, I would be able to sell my jade to Middle Eastern tycoons inside now. Li Wenjun was surrounded by people, how could he have time to help me sell jade.

This kind of opportunity comes once a year. Oh no, they may not come next year.

The international situation is constantly changing, and it is very common that countries that come this year may not come next year.

How to do how to do?

Li Wenjun must be extremely busy right now and has no time to come out.

Tao Guangming slipped to the back and looked at the wall, which was as tall as one person.

Otherwise, crawl in.

He could climb such a short wall when he was in junior high school.

He looked around and saw no one, then he jumped up to the wall and kicked up.

Hehe, no one.

Tao Guangming was secretly proud, turned around and jumped down, and then realized that someone was staring at him.

I turned around and saw that it was a security guard.

Tao Guangming smiled coquettishly: "Comrade, I just want to stretch my muscles. In fact, I have a guest note."

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When Li Wenjun saw this situation, he and Tang Zhaonian couldn't cope with it. There were too many models on the shelves of the key museum, and it would be difficult to deal with it for a few days if someone took away one. He quietly asked Tang Zhaonian to give him the guest note in his hand, and planned to go out and take Tao Guangming away.

Also brought in to work.

As a result, when he passed by the security room, he saw a familiar person standing against the wall inside. He stopped, took a look, and murmured: "Here, when did this bastard come in?!"

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