Chapter 339 Canadian White Pork
But the Canadian side, no matter how long we wait, no one comes.
As soon as I contacted him on the phone, he said yes, yes, yes, but there was no movement after that.

Moreover, we had not yet established diplomatic relations with Canada at that time, so there was no way to enter the country unless you had a Hong Kong ID card.

A week later, although 30 tons of grain were shipped from Australia, there was still no movement from Canada.

This made Mr. Ding very anxious, and his mouth was full of blisters in just a few days.

He knew the specific situation of food shortage in the country at that time. Even the capital city only had a short 2-day supply of food, and the food was forcibly transferred from various places.
This is the capital.

So he knew that these 30 tons of grain were actually a drop in the bucket.

In fact, the amount of grain imports agreed with Australia is not just 30 tons, but the other grain can only be shipped after the harvest in 61.

"Comrade Deming! Do you have any ideas?"

"How about I try making a phone call?" Wang Deming didn't know that he could influence the other party just by relying on his voice, and he had never tried it before.

"Come on, follow me to the office right now!"

Mr. Ding took the lead and took Wang Deming to his office. The area of ​​his office was about the same as Mr. Song's, except that there was a square table on the side. Four comrades were working constantly, either on the phone or at their desks.

"How's it going? Xiao Liu, have you heard from Canada?"

The female comrade named Xiao Liu sighed and shook her head.

Mr. Ding looked back at Wang Deming, who nodded solemnly.

"Xiao Liu, contact Canada immediately and tell them that our person in charge wants to talk to the chairman of the farmers' association."

"Yes!"

Xiao Liu then dialed a long-distance number to Canada. After a quick opening remark, Wang Deming reached out for the phone, seeing that Xiao Liu was about to cry, and fired at her as if he had fire in him.

He used what he thought was the kindest voice in his life: "Beautiful lady, is the sun about to set over there?"

"Oh, not yet? That's great. The maple forest in Canada at sunset is the most beautiful at this time of year, not to mention the intoxicating maple syrup, don't you think?"

"Is Mr. Turner not in the Farmers' Association office recently? What does Mr. Turner like most? Oh, he is also an excellent golfer? Oh, then can you transfer the call to him for me, beautiful lady?"

"Beep, beep!" The phone was connected and Wang Deming breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, he saw Xiao Liu looking at him with a very special look.

He looked down and saw that there was nothing wrong with his clothes today. He was wearing a white coat on the outside.

"What's wrong?" he asked curiously.

"No, nothing." Xiao Liu's face turned red immediately and he turned his back to Wang Deming.

He was a little confused. At this time, the phone was connected, and a very rude voice came from the other end: "FUCK, can't the Chinese wait? Or should they just increase the money directly! Don't they know that our damn politicians have to listen to their American father?"

"What are you talking about? No money, no talk!"

The shrill sound could be heard from far away over the phone. After Xiao Liu translated it for Mr. Ding, the expression on the latter's face became even more solemn.

Wang Deming took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, forced a smile on his face, and slowly said, "Oh, Mr. Turner, do you remember the game we played on the golf course? I lost $100 to you."

"Uh sorry sir, I can't remember clearly? You are"

"Oh, that's really a pity." Wang Deming spoke in a standard London accent. "Just now I heard that you seemed to be in trouble? Do you need my help? You know, I have a few friends in Downing Street."

"Uh," the person on the other end of the line said more cautiously, "Who are you?"

Wang Deming still avoided the question and directly led the other party into a ditch: "Votes are the real threat to politicians, right?" "You are right. But..."

"But are they also worried about American politicians? Oh, come on, the sound of the money is what they should be worried about. Aren't they afraid of the cowboys on the farm going on parade? And are they waiting for American farmers to sell out their wheat and soybeans?"

"Oh, I understand what you said. Sir, you are really my guiding light. How about I invite you to play golf again?"

"Oh, okay? But I'm in Hong Kong."

"How can Hong Kong's golf courses compare to Canada's?"

"No, no, the golf courses in Hong Kong are of very good standard. I have an appointment with the Governor of Hong Kong, Alexander Grantham."

"Sir, are you a lobbyist for the Chinese?"

"I'm sending you money. So when will you come? Three days later? Okay, I'll arrange everything."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Deming made a victory gesture and wiped the sweat off his face. After all, they were thousands of miles apart, so he had to guide the topic carefully, fearing that the other party would get disconnected or bounce off.

There is no east wind at this time, so the range is 14000 kilometers.

"Get ready and find a golf course in Hong Kong."

Like horse racing, golf in Hong Kong has a long history, with golf clubs having been established since 1889.

The best golf course of this era is at Fanling, a standard 18-hole course.

Make a phone call to the Governor of Hong Kong and invite everyone to Fanling. As for why the British leader in Hong Kong had to be called, it was of course due to political needs. In terms of rank, Grantham is at the same level as the Governor-General and Prime Minister of Australia and Canada.

As long as he could trick the chairman of the Canadian Farmers' Association into coming over, Wang Deming could play eight hundred tricks on him.

After a game of golf, Canadian President Turner almost burst into tears, and he felt extremely regretful when he thought about what he had done.

As a last resort, Wang Deming could only give him a Bible to relieve his spiritual pain.

In order to repay such an honor, Turner decided to match the price with Australia and also give a shipload of Canadian white pigs as a gift - it turned out that Turner was the owner of the largest pig farm in Canada.

HSBC Bank also provided guaranty. After China Resources signed the agreement with Canada in Hong Kong, the Americans finally took action.

They also expressed through Canada their desire to export food to support China and fill China's food gap.

Mr. Ding returned to Beijing urgently to report.

After 1 and a half months, I declined
It was just that Canada signed a 61-year grain import agreement.

With the arrival of grain ships from Australia and Canada in late 60 and January 61, the famine on the mainland was finally alleviated, and in 1 the government issued a document to restore food rations in cities.

After hearing the news conveyed by Mr. Ding, Wang Deming stood in his office on the 9th floor of Pedder Street.

With a cigar in his mouth and looking at the waves outside the window, Wang Deming fell into deep thought. His previous life was better, with bumper harvests for decades in a row!

Since the reform and opening up, the harvest has been good! The rice bowl is firmly in our hands, which is great, great, great.

Floods, droughts, or seeds that don’t fill out after being planted will not have any impact!

No matter what others said, Wang Deming always believed in official media news.

It's just that he has a big appetite, so the family only has 200 kilograms of rice, 5 bags of salt, and 5 bags of sugar.
Just as he was daydreaming, a researcher came in and said, "Boss, the pig hearts from Canada have arrived. We can officially start our microbial experiment in Guantang."

(End of this chapter)