Chapter 568: Ye Qing's welcome program.
After a brief meeting in the airport's VIP room, accompanied by the mayor and deputy mayor, Lancelot anxiously visited the wastewater treatment plant located in the industrial park at its first stop.
After a whole night of hard work, the sewage treatment plant was currently clean and tidy. The offensive and very smelly organic sediment around the station was gone and in the factory, all wipeable areas were also wiped down. In such a case, Director Lancelot, who has lived all year in the shadow of the scent of the clothes and is still covered by the fresh scent of the scent until now, here he can even drink the hot tea.
However, when Director Lancelot saw the powerful ionization sewage treatment plant that tortured him for an entire week, he felt it was all worth it. Even though he had watched the video countless times, he was left in awe of this wastewater treatment equipment, which represented the highest industry standard.
Director Lancelot and his entourage observed the industrial wastewater closely in the basin, which was originally extremely toxic pink, under the treatment of the magical equipment, gradually returned to its clarity, the purified solid pollutants extracted from industrial wastewater have a strong pungent odor. But at that time he didn't feel unpleasant at all.
Director Lancelot thought of the billions of dollars the government spends each year on industrial wastewater pollution, how many people are physically affected by the pollution of water resources, in just half a day, the official website of the White House collected a record number of signatures, in just half a day, 100,000 people signed in the country. You can see how much the American people hate industrial wastewater pollution.
Thinking about all of this, Director Lancelot became more determined to bring this type of equipment to the United States.
"Mr. Director, I think our White House has widely appreciated the considerable importance of this set of equipment," White House General Office Assistant Kaplan quietly whispered in Lancelot's ear: "I think Mr. President's approval rating will certainly increase by a large margin."
"And you..."
Director Lancelot gave Assistant Kaplan a glance, which you understand well, and the latter nodded tacitly.
All morning, Lancelot was soaked in the sewage treatment plant, which made the two mayors Xia Mingyu and Wu Shunyun both happy and cursed in their hearts. Fortunately, there were no other visits prepared.
Director Lancelot liked to spend almost all of his time in the sewage treatment plant, it would be better not to break off his visit and visit other places without his request. The curse is due to the fact that the director Lancelot stayed here the whole time and they have to accompany him to smell the strange smell of the sewage plant.
At noon, the director Lancelot and his team reluctantly left the treatment plant to go to lunch. Lunch took place in the municipal government reception hall. The food was delicious. Director Lancelot was visibly distracted and was checking the time on his watch. After finally passing two hours, he immediately asked to visit the next project.
"Gentlemen, mayors, you have worked hard in the morning. Your government business awaits you, and we can go about it on our own," Director Lancelot tactfully suggested the two mayors should not follow him, as his visit to Monster Heavy Industry is more than a visit. There would be some very important conversations.
The two mayors were very grateful as well, but for such an important guest to show around, if they weren't accompanying him would have been a bit incompatible with the welcoming process, then, put a little more ostentation so that the director Lancelot could feel the sincerity of the Shanghai government.
Two Mercedes Benzes took the lead and dozens of Audi A6 Ls were behind. Police upfront has cleared the road and checked the traffic lights on the road to ensure smooth traffic.
"Beep ~ ooooooooooooooooooo ~"
The police motorbike in front of them cleared the road in front, emitting squeaky sirens. Such kind of conduct caught the attention of passers-by as she stepped out of the town hall. There were some keen-eyed people near the town hall, and they saw a black NBC news interview car in the convoy. The car window was down, and a foreign photographer holding a camera was filming continuously.
NBC is one of the biggest and most famous television stations in the United States. Like the official Chinese TV channel, it has foreign correspondents all over the world. This time, the NBC reporter mainly followed director Lancelot from Beijing to Shanghai and wanted to film his entire visit to the city of Shanghai.
Bringing the high ionization sewage treatment equipment to the United States is the most important public opinion and the purpose of recording the route of this visit in the news and letting the American people know was to satisfy the public. They elected this president, a leader with extremely high efficiency. Unlike the previous president, things promised before he came to power have been dragged out until he resigned.
Director Lancelot would naturally help Mr. President do these kinds of things which can be used for prestige, with pride, he and his entourage, have cultivated countless jealousies and jealous eyes, because of their visit to the Monster Heavy Industry building.
At the entrance to the Blue Sky Building, a long banner was drawn and a red carpet was laid, the young and energetic president was standing among several beautiful girls with a good image and good temper awaiting the arrival of Director Lancelot and his entourage.
The two Mercedes-Benz, acting as courtesy cars, pulled over, and NBC TV photographers who came here early to memorize the moment, as well as many media outlets from China used cameras to record this moment.
The flashlight flashed wildly and the car door opened. Director Lancelot has been running for two days and will eventually meet the young president who gave Mr. President a headache.
"Mr. Lancelot, you are welcome, I hope you did not disturb yourself during your trip from the United States," Ye Qing preceded the few beautiful receptionists and the management of the company to welcome him.
"In the United States, the popularity of Monster Heavy Industry is comparable to that of Hollywood superstars. Mr. Ye, Mr. President asked me to take his greetings to you," Director Lancelot burst out laughing, shaking his hand, then greeted the rest of the group in turn and these beautiful young girls, Lancelot certainly cannot forget.
Good things always make people happy. As they shook hands with these girls, their faces were shy and slightly excited, which greatly satisfied Lancelot's mood. But when he held the fourth girl, he looked up in surprise and looked at the frosted girl. His hands were so cold he couldn't help but think: "Is this girl sick? Why can't I feel the body temperature in his hands?"
Regardless of her, Chief Lancelot was about to withdraw his hand to shake the next. As a result, he suddenly felt an electric current coming from the girl's hand.
"Ah!"
Headmaster Lancelot held his numb right hand, and under suspicion from all the media and the entourage, he kept shaking her hand in pain like touching an electrical switch.
"What's the matter, Mr. Lancelot?" Ye Qing asked pretending.
It had taken a lot of effort before Lancelot withstood the pain and said with a loud smile: "But... there can be static electricity."
......
The group of people entered the company, accompanied by the NBC journalists in charge of the interview. Along the way, Lancelot kept staring suspiciously at the girl with such a cold expression.
After briefly touring the offices, Lancelot quietly whispered in Ye Qing's ear: "Mr. Ye, can you go to the office and talk about it on your own?"
"Don't worry Mr. Lancelot, and we've got a whole afternoon," Ye Qing looked at the NBC photographer who was in charge of the shooting, raised his eyebrows, and smiled: "Mr. Lancelot, so to welcome you, our company has specially put together talented performance staff and has prepared some shows for you."
"Really? It's my honor," Lancelot wanted to punch Ye Qing with his fist in his heart, but his expression had to pretend to be happy.
As they made their way to the conference room, Lancelot and his group who were about to pull the pin from the game, watching the show were suddenly stunned. On the provisional stage opposite, stood a group of aunties a year older than Lancelot, wearing colorful costumes and holding fans. These old aunts were all tall, short, fat, and thin, they looked at Lancelot, the handsome middle-aged stranger, whose eyes bit them and digested them with pleasure.
"Wait, Mr. Ye, did you say these are employees of your company?" Lancelot resisted the urge to turn around and run, and said in shock: "You made a mistake, and these people are older than me."
"These are none other than the women of our cleaning service!"
"What's the matter, Mr. Lancelot?" You despise these old women, should I give up these women and not share the happiness of their families, they who still hold on to their posts?"
Give Lancelot 100,000 courage, and he won't be able to say he despised these women.
"What should I do?"
Lancelot and Kaplan, the assistant to the White House office, looked into each other's eyes and showed the helpless expression of patience.
The sound of square dance music sounds.
"You are mine, little apple..."
"How to love you..."
......
I don't know how long that went by, Lancelot struggled and the show was finally over.
Just when he wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, a little old man who walked a little fearfully, his gaze searching, entered the scene, holding an old erhu in his hand.
"This is Uncle Liu, Mr. Lancelot, who is also an employee in our company cafeteria. Don't think of him as an ordinary professional, but he has the heart of a musician who is constantly pursuing music," Ye Qing patted Lancelot next to him and his arm motioned for him to calm down.
"Crunch ~ uh ~ la ~"
The first moment the little old man played on the instrument in his hand, Lancelot felt a painful sensation that his eardrum was scratched by a knife.
It was almost the end. Lancelot, who had lived in the shadow of Yixiang temples all year round, had suffered such a crime. He was staring at Ye Qing with a look that only patients with severe constipation had.
The latter also showed the expression of enduring the sound of the saw. When he noticed Lancelot's gaze, the young president turned his head and forced himself to smile: "Mister Lancelot does that sound good?"
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