Chapter 297 What to change?
When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Wang Deming took out a cigar from the cigar box, roasted it with an alcohol lamp, cut off the cigar head, and then lit it with the alcohol lamp, took a puff, letting the smoke wander in the cavity, and then exhaled slowly.

"Brother Dong, I am now preparing to import 1 tractors and various trucks from the Soviet Union to China every year, of course mainly tractors." The smoke slowly surrounded Wang Deming's face, making his face looming. He turned his head to look at the bustling world outside the window and said with emotion: "In addition to fertilizers, the future of agriculture lies in mechanization."

"There are still too few agricultural machines in the country. If there were more machines, we could cultivate more crops and ensure food production."

Mr. Huo was puzzled. He also often read domestic newspapers. "Deming, I see that the mainland newspapers are reporting that this year's estimated production has increased to 6000 billion catties. How is it possible to have a food shortage?"

"Brother Dong, I remember I told you that I came from a farming background in the countryside." Wang Deming's face was bitter, and his mouth was even more bitter: "I remember when we were just liberated, I harvested more than 260 kilograms of grain from one acre of early wheat. I was regarded as a model farmer by the surrounding villages, villagers, and townships, and was taught agricultural experience everywhere."

"In the following years, as the land was distributed to each household and intensive farming was carried out, the wheat yield gradually increased to more than 300 kilograms. I still remember that in 53, the Agricultural Research Institute in Beijing proposed a goal of increasing the wheat yield per mu of all farmland to 300 kilograms."

"It's only been a few years?"

But Wang Deming realized after his personal experience that it was right to emancipate the mind and unload the burden, because we overfulfilled the First Five-Year Plan in just three short years. The hard work of the Chinese working people is obvious to all, both now and in the past.

I remember watching a video in my previous life where the president of a German Fortune 24 company said in an interview: How can we compete with the Chinese? They can even work overtime for hours straight!
While the other party was speaking, Wang Deming could feel the bitterness of the president through the screen.

Mr. Huo also fell into deep thought. He had never farmed, but he had fished on a boat when he was a child, just like the boat people on the riverside outside the window. They had a tattered wooden boat powered by a worn-out diesel engine. They had to be lucky to make money.

Because I couldn't run far, and I didn't dare to run far because the wind and waves were strong.

So after finishing his studies, he decisively made his first fortune by reselling equipment from the British military camp. He stopped being a fisherman and opened a small shipyard instead.

"De Ming, if the amount is less in RMB, we can still absorb it through our shipping channels in Hong Kong. But if it is tens of thousands of tractors, there is no way to spend hundreds of millions of dollars in Hong Kong. After all, Hong Kong has only 80 people." Mr. Huo frowned and gave advice.

"So I came to Guangzhou, didn't I?" Wang Deming took a deep breath and smiled. "Last year, Guangzhou held an export expo, which was very successful. This year, a new export expo building was built. Let's go and have a look in a couple of days."

"It is definitely not possible to rely on Hong Kong. Hong Kong's capacity is still too small. My idea is to use Hong Kong as a channel to sell to Europe and if possible America."

"That's all it can do."

In 58, the China Import and Export Fair was moved to the Export Commodities Exhibition Hall in Haizhu Square in Guangzhou.

The exhibition hall is 7 stories high and is full of Soviet flavor. In the middle hangs a bust of the teacher, and on the left and right sides of the bust hang red slogans: China Export Commodities Fair; Great Unity of the People of the World.

Above the entrance gate are large white-on-black characters that read "Great Unity of the People of the World", and below them are the words "Long live the great unity of the world's people!" in English.

Wang Deming and Mr. Huo entered the exhibition hall with their letters of introduction before it opened. The merchandise in the hall was dazzling, and each floor had different displays according to the merchandise: textiles, porcelain, handicrafts, machinery manufacturing, etc.

They even saw three large Jiefang trucks produced by Changchun FAW. Wang Deming and Mr. Huo circled around the trucks with great interest and even went to the driver's cabin to experience the experience for a while.

By the time we climbed to the seventh floor, the museum was opening time. Looking down, the square in front of the main entrance was already crowded with people. Most of them were foreigners with yellow, brown or red hair, white or black skin, as well as quite a few Southeast Asian Chinese with black hair and yellow skin.

Wang Deming pointed at the crowd from above and said with a smile: "The crowds are here just for profit!"

"That's right!" Mr. Huo nodded with a smile.

"But, should we find a place to rest our feet?" Mr. Huo's leather shoes felt swollen after walking through the exhibition hall of tens of thousands of square meters. He shook his feet alternately, "I feel the soles of my feet are numb."

"Haha, OK." He took the elevator downstairs, left through the back door, and got into a car on the way back to the East Asia Hotel. Wang Deming recalled the various commodities he had seen in the exhibition hall today and asked Mr. Huo for his advice: "Brother Dong, what commodity do you think would be best for us to exchange?"

"Apart from handicrafts and textiles, I really can't think of anything else." Mr. Huo shook his head slowly.

"I think so too." Wang Deming frowned. Besides minerals, there are only these two products that can be exported to exchange for foreign currency in China. "But the market capacity of handicrafts is too small. Let's contact Europe first. We can help them customize porcelain and do customized processing."

"As for textiles, I think we will start with raw silk and white cotton cloth. Raw silk is the best choice. If we can seize the international raw silk market from Xiao Rizi, we can make at least several hundred million to more than one billion US dollars a year."

"Oh, the market for raw silk is so big?"

"This is just the European market. If we count the American market, it would probably be doubled." Wang Deming recalled the information he had seen in his previous life and said, "France and Italy in Europe have always been major silk-producing countries. Although Italy also has raw silk, it is far from meeting their demand, and they need to import large quantities every year."

"I estimate that among the visitors today there are quite a few brokers from these two countries."

"Then why don't we export finished silk products? It would be a big loss to just sell raw silk!"

Wang Deming smiled bitterly and shook his head: "We are far behind in textile technology. Even in the cultivation and quality of raw silk, we cannot catch up with Italy and Xiaori. We need to make slow progress."

After arriving at the East Asia Hotel, Mr. Huo quickly changed into a pair of cotton slippers, "This is still comfortable." He also encouraged Wang Deming: "Deming, you have to believe in the speed of our country's progress!"

“I believe we will soon catch up with foreign textile, breeding and planting technologies!”

“Well, we have to invest money in research.”

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