Standing under the waiting room of Suifenhe Railway Station with a strong Russian style, Liang Yuan stretched his sore waist and back hard. He looked at Liang Haiping, who was enjoying the geometric reliefs of the waiting room and said, "Uncle, I'm about to collapse when I sit down. When I go home, I have to buy a sleeper no matter what I say." The two days and two nights of train life made Liang Yuan miss the high-speed railway that was sprayed in his previous life.

A middle-aged man wearing black-framed glasses next to him smiled and said, "Xiaoyuan, it's mainly because you are in a hurry to come over. If you are waiting for two days, there will be a sleeper."

"Haha, isn't Qigong saving money for your factory?" Liang Haiping and Qi Lianshan, an engineer from Benxi Wuyuan Steel Structure Factory, who was accompanying him, joked.

Liang Yuan smiled and took over the topic and said, "I would rather wait for a week for the return of Chairman Qi than take a hard seat home. Chairman Qi doesn't have to worry about not spending the expenses."

"Mr. Qi, uncle, let's go out to find a place to live, and then go for a walk in the city."

Qilianshan was very eye-catching. After he noticed that it was Liang Yuan who issued the order on the road, he did not show any difference. He just listened to Liang Yuan's command without showing any expression.

Liang Yuan admired Qilianshan with a wink and thought about seeing how good this person is. If it is not bad, let my uncle dig him over. It is not easy to meet an adult who can talk to him equally without showing his strange appearance.

After leaving the train station, the three of them were soon stunned by the scene in front of them.

Stepping on the square in front of the station on the loess ground and looking at the lively town in front of you, Liang Yuan thoroughly realized the street, a light, and a loudspeaker in the article introducing the Suifenhe Port. What does the whole city look like? A cement road more than 6 meters wide runs through the city, winding through the railway station, and the houses on both sides of the cement road are hung with signs of various trading companies. Looking far along the two ends of the cement road, you can vaguely see the green fields in the suburbs of the city.

Seven or eight hand-held tractors commonly known as "grasshoppers" in rural Northeast China were parked around the square. Three people had just stood in the square. The owner of the hand-held tractor suddenly surrounded him and asked in a lingering manner: "Does the big brother use a car? Do you want to stay with a big brother?" Qilianshan asked the crowd in confusion and said, "Is this Suifenhe City?"

A big man with dark skin and calluses on his hands said silly: "What market is it? Before opening the border, the boss is afraid that he will lose his share when trading with the other side, so he will immediately improve the town into a market. It just sounds nice and it is all in a bluff."

The three finally chose the "taxi" of this dark-skinned man. Seeing the three of them climbing up the tow bucket of the hand tractor, the driver of the "taxi" took out a shaking handle and inserted it into the start port of the diesel engine. After several rounds, a sensation of black smoke popped out of the diesel engine. The big man threw the shaking handle into the car and said to the three of them: "Brother, I am here to go for border trade. My name is Lao Song. My home is located in the east of the town, close to the Sino-Soviet Friendship Market. The home is clean and I keep the people satisfied with their stay."

Old Song's name is Song Jianjun, a native Suifenhe farmer. After the border trade with the Soviet Union last year, the number of outsiders in Suifenhe has soared. In Lao Song's words, the small guesthouse in the village is even full of warehouses.

When I arrived at Lao Song's house, I saw a square courtyard. There was a well built in the courtyard, three large tiled houses with bright windows and clean windows. There was no loess covered with broken bricks in the courtyard. The three of them were very satisfied with the environment. Qilianshan took out 100 yuan and handed it to Lao Song and said, "Old Song, I have eaten the food at your house. I have any local specialties that are delicious, but I will make up for it."

When Old Song saw the posture of Qilian Mountain, he knew that he had received a great chef. He smiled and said, "Okay."

After patting his bloated belly, Liang Haiping burped and said, "I really didn't expect that Old Song looked big and thick, and his skill in cleaning up wild game was absolutely amazing."

Liang Yuan nodded in agreement, thinking that, including those who had such a good cooking skills in his previous life, Chen Yuexia, the neighbor opposite the apartment back then. Looking at the golden pheasant and the oily pine umbrella, Liang Yuan wished he could have a bowl of rice.

Qilianshan also nodded and said, "Just relying on Lao Song's skills, I will live for half a month without getting tired of it. Haiping, will we go to the construction site tomorrow or the day after tomorrow?" Qilianshan said to Liang Haiping, but looked at Liang Yuan several times.

Liang Yuan was funny in his heart and thought that he was not signed with Qilianshan, and he was always uneasy in his heart.

"Uncle, let's go today. There is nothing to do here. I'll finish it early and go home early."

The three of them called Lao Song and drove the cool "taxi" straight to the Sino-Soviet Friendship Market.

The so-called Sino-Soviet friendship market is just a large flat ground covered with ashes and crushed with a road roller several times, without even a cement cargo table. The blonde and blue-eyed Russians and black-haired Chinese people all bring a piece of plastic cloth, and they lay things down the ground and then open their business. The bargaining Russian, dialect and Mandarin are mixed together, and you can hear the buzzing noise from afar.

The three of them went in and walked in for 20 minutes before they even finished a fifth of the tour, and left the market with sweat. Liang Haiping took the kettle handed over by Lao Song and took a big sip and said, "Xiaoyuan, at home, I was still wondering if your architectural drawing was designed a bit big. When I looked here, I realized that the market in front of me could be half full. This port has only been open for a year."

Qilianshan wiped his sweat and said, "The one I saw just now who exchanged bubble gum for fur coat almost scared me. This is simply incredible."

Song Jianjun laughed and said, "Mr. Qi, there are even more scary things. At the end of last year, a merchant in Mudanjiang bought a car and exchanged a car for a car."

Liang Yuan looked at Liang Haiping and Qilian Mountains who were listening with relish and thought that this was just the beginning. This small border town with a population of less than 30,000 will create a series of shocking economic miracles in the next 30 years.

Liang Yuan stretched his waist and said to Liang Haiping: "Uncle, let's go to Suifenhe Railway Station. When I got off the bus, I saw that there was a large open space opposite the railway in the station freight yard."

The three people left the cement pavement under the leadership of Lao Song, changed to a few dirt roads and came to the open space that Liang Yuan mentioned. Liang Yuan said to Qilian Mountain: "Mr. Qi, look at how this open space is like. The boundary of the market is a little further away from that railway, and there must be six or seven hundred meters away."

Qilian Mountain drilled into the grass next to the road, and after a while, he pulled Lao Song over and asked if the open space was originally a bubble, and if there were any rivers nearby.

Half an hour later, Qilianshan said: "I heard from Old Song that the geology of this land should be fine. The rest need equipment to verify. Are you planning to build the market here?"

Liang Yuan laughed and said, "It depends on my uncle." He turned to Liang Haiping and said, "Neacher now depends on whether the name of your introduction letter can calm people. Let's go to Suifenhe Railway Station."
Chapter completed!