nashuaworldcup Chapter 227 Photos of Ordinary People
Chapter 227 Photos of Ordinary People
Chapter 227 Photos of Ordinary People
Luo Jinxiu understood instantly. She nodded. In just a moment, several students had arrived. When everyone saw the bouquet of flowers, they started whispering to each other...
Qiu Huoming listened for a while, fearing that Luo Jinxiu was thin-skinned, he quickly said hello: "I will ask the organizer about this later and see if anyone has seen anyone bringing flowers... We won't discuss it ourselves. Maybe it’s a misunderstanding.”
As he spoke, he glanced at the people present. A few people who played well with him looked at ease. There were also two or three people who didn't usually communicate much, who looked like they were waiting to watch the show.
Before he could continue to talk, someone came.
The staff called Qiu Huoming out, "There is a guest from Sakura Country who wants to see you. You go and receive it..."
Qiu Huoming's mind flashed with the image of Moritani Sosuke. He was the only Sakura countryman he knew along the way. "Okay, I'll be there right away."
Entering the venue, at the entrance, I saw Souji Moritani smiling and chatting with the two people around him. There were three of them, two men and one woman, all wearing formal clothes.
As soon as Qiu Huoming approached, he saw him, and he greeted her with a smile.
"Mr. Qiu, long time no see, we have to ask you to be our guide this time..." Souji Moritani has a large English vocabulary, but his pronunciation is not standard, with a strong Sakura accent.
"Mr. Moritani Sosuke, hello, long time no see." Qiu Huoming nodded.
"Here, let me introduce to you. This person is called "Hirōji Kubota. He is an old friend of mine. He recently shot a work in Yangcheng, and he came here with me specially today. "
Hiroji Kubota is about 40 years old, with a thin face, wearing a pair of thin metal-rimmed glasses, a camera hanging around his neck, and a black briefcase in his hand. He looks very polite, "Jiu Yang..."
He spoke a sentence in Chinese and then said in English:
"I was invited to come here to take photos..."
Qiu Huoming glanced at the camera hanging on his chest. The Nikon M2 camera was a new product released this year. It has a very low failure rate and is the first choice of many photography enthusiasts.
Under the current situation, this person can take photos in the country. It seems that he has obtained official permission. From this point of view, this person should be a pro-China element.
As long as they are friends, Qiu Huoming smiled and said, "Welcome."
Moritani Sosuke continued to introduce the lady.
"Her name is Ashida Aiko, and she is our company's sales representative stationed in your country."
Ashida Aiko is about 30 years old, with short hair, calm eyebrows, and a gentle temperament. She is holding a delicate small satchel in her hand. She lowered her eyebrows and bent down and said, "Please give me your advice, Mr. Qiu."
"You're welcome, then please come with me..."
After Qiu Huoming exchanged greetings, he led them forward.
Souji Moritani stood side by side with him, "Mr. Qiu, let me lead the way. Today I mainly want to visit a technology company. We have signed several agents in Beijing. We hope to find suitable customers in Yangcheng..."
"Technology companies understand technology better, and it will be easier for us to get started with training, what do you think?"
Qiu Huoming nodded. There is actually a printing factory in the Engineering College. Because it is internal, it is not well-known. If there is a chance, I can recommend it.
"Have you brought your company's products? If there are samples on display, I think it will be easier to attract target customers."
"It was checked in a few days ago and placed in the hotel where I am staying. If Mr. Qiu is interested, you can come and take a look."
Printers were often used by Qiu Huoming, but these ones now are probably considered antiques.
"Okay, I want to see it too."
"You have my phone number. If you want to see it, contact me anytime. If I'm not here, the same goes for Ashida Aiko."
"okay."
"Does your prototype still use a needle type machine head?" Qiu Huoming asked after thinking about it.
"Yes, this is the core of our technology..."
The two people walked forward while chatting, and soon arrived at the booth of the technology company Sou Moritani was interested in. This company also has related printer equipment. It is now morning, and the technicians are connecting the equipment and preparing for on-site demonstration.
Some customers were watching in front of the booth.
Although the 'Canton Fair' is mainly export-oriented, it is also a platform to showcase the strength of your company.
Souji Moritani stood still, and the two people behind him also gathered around.
Qiu Huoming glanced at it and saw that this printer was Toshiba, which was a major international brand at the time. The connected equipment included a host computer and a terminal device.
On the side, Sosuke Moritani softly introduced to Qiu Huoming: "The host performs calculations, and this terminal is responsible for input and output..."
Qiu Huoming looked curiously at the machine in front of him, which was already somewhat of a prototype of a modern computer.
There will be some deviations in the development process of the technology tree, and the deviations in front of us are to make up for the lack of current computer memory. In the future, when computer hosts develop rapidly, these terminals will no longer exist.
The operator skillfully types in a financial report through the keyboard of the terminal, uses the computing power of the host computer to quickly fill in the report data, and then prints it out through the printer...
This report is several times faster than manual calculation. At the same time, the printed document is more standard, neater, and easier to view and reorganize the data in the future.
Except...it's really noisy.
Souji Moritani smiled and said: "Technology changes life. The new product we are currently developing can print up to 24 pins..."
The customers at the scene passed the printed reports in turn. After Sou Moriya got it, he politely said to the other party's technician: "Can I negotiate with you?"
Qiu Huoming translated it accurately.
The other party nodded, "Of course, please wait a moment, I will arrange for an employee to connect with you..."
Soon an engineer named Zhang came over and led them to the negotiation room aside.
After introducing each other, everyone took their seats.
"Are you from a brother company? Doesn't your company make sewing machines?" Mr. Zhang asked straight to the point.
Souji Moritani smiled slightly, but Ashida Aiko, who had been silent at the side, said: "Our company has already entered the printer field four years ago..."
The brother company is currently an OEM company. It is jointly developed with an American company to make dot matrix printers. After thinking about it, he got the impression that the core of this American company is the dot matrix print head.
The brother company's trick was a good one.
After listening to this, Mr. Zhang thought for a moment and said, "If there is indeed a discount in price, we can consider becoming an agent. However, currently, there is still a problem in China that there is no Chinese character library. Not every operator understands English and Japanese..."
"If you can develop a Chinese system, then I think you will become the leader in this market..."
Gong Zhang does have some vision.
The current printers are mainly purchased by scientific research institutions, and the Ministry of Industry and Information Technology has also purchased several units. However, for enterprises, the price/performance ratio is not very high, so sales have not been increasing.
Ashida Aiko exchanged business cards with him and agreed on a date to see the samples, and then Mr. Zhang got up and left.
The remaining four people were still sitting there.
Qiu Huoming asked: "Next, do you still need me to accompany you?"
If the other person is finished with their work and just wants to chat with friends, you should be wise and get out of the way early.
Souji Moritani smiled and said: "Today I am mainly in contact with them. The development is pretty good at the moment. I won't need your translation in the future."
Qiu Huoming stood up and was about to say goodbye.
Souji Moritani spoke again, "But, Mr. Qiu, please stay..."
"My friend Kubota Hiroji wants to talk to you. He came all the way, took a lot of photos, and gained the friendship of many people. You know, his Chinese is not very good and he only knows a few daily conversations... "
"He has taken some photos in recent days, please help him take a look..."
Qiu Huoming sat back, "No problem, Mr. Kubota Hiroshi, where is your photo?"
Kubota Hiroji immediately opened the briefcase on his lap, took out a photo album, picked it up with both hands and handed it to Qiu Huoming.
"Please, give me some advice."
This person has a very good personality. Although he can speak English, he still tries his best to speak Chinese to himself, focusing on being friendly.
Qiu Huoming took the album and opened it. He was stunned when he saw the first photo. He had seen this photo on the website. At that time, he took a look at the photographer's profile. At that time, he thought this It is a remarkable act for a photographer to record China in the 80s.
This man is also someone who has always advocated peace and hates war. It is said that his visa was originally approved by Grandpa Zhou, and he is a proper international friend.
Unexpectedly, this person was the inconspicuous middle-aged man next to him.
History was once again clearly touched by Qiu Huoming. He suppressed his inner excitement, turned to look at Kubota Hiroshi, and said in Chinese: "The works you took can touch people's hearts..."
He understood this sentence, and Kubota Hiroji showed a smile, "Please, Mr. Qiu, tell me..." The vocabulary at the end was not enough, so he began to add in English: "As a Chinese People, what do you think of these photos?”
Qiu Huoming responded, looking back at the photos in his hand, flipping through the pages...
Many of these photos have never been published before. Their photography skills are good, and film photography has a temperament, or texture, that the digital cameras of later generations do not have...
The photos he took were all very well framed, and he was worthy of being a professional photographer. It is said that his family was wealthy, and others were reluctant to take more photos. He ignored them, pressed the shutter button, and finally only took the best one...
You know, even in later generations, photography is still a costly thing, not to mention that this is the 80s.
While Qiu Huoming was watching, he discussed with him the location where these photos were taken and the situation at that time. He felt a little surging in his heart. Is this considered first-hand information? Those photos that would be reprinted countless times in the future were all in his hands at the moment. inside……
(Lijiang River in 1979)
(Heilongjiang non-staple food market)
(Guangzhou in 1982)
(Quanzhou, Fujian, 1983)
Finally he closed the album and handed it back to Kubota Hiroshi, "You took great photos. Please continue to take more pictures of ordinary people and record their lives... My only comments on your works are these."
Kubota Hiroji smiled, he pushed the frame, "I will, thank you again, Mr. Qiu..."
Qiu Huoming stood up, "Okay, I'll excuse you now. I wish you all the best."
"Please wait a moment, can I take a picture of you?"
Qiu Huoming was stunned for a moment, then said: "No problem, do you want to shoot here?"
"No, please come with me..."
Qiu Huoming stood in the passage in the middle of the booth, with a steady stream of people on both sides, and the silent exhibits. After he heard several "clicks", Kubota Hiroshi finally said: "Okay, please leave me an address." , I will send you the photos."
Qiu Huoming left his address and then left.
When passing by Rudy's booth, he didn't see the foreigner. Qiu Huoming asked about it and found out that he had something to do today.
After going around in a circle, he walked back through a shortcut and passed some garden bonsai exhibitions. He stopped and took a few more glances...
When he reached the entrance of the exhibition, he was suddenly stunned. Lao Pan was standing there looking around.
"Uncle Pan!" Qiu Huoming hurriedly greeted him.
"How did you come?"
Lao Pan put one hand in his bag and held a briefcase in the other hand. His hair was meticulously combed, highlighting his elegant temperament. "I'm passing by here and come to see Jinxiu. Where is she? Take me over and have a look. I'll be with you in a moment." Still have to go..."
Qiu Huoming was about to lead the way, but suddenly stopped.
He had an idea.
He pulled Lao Pan to the corner and told him all his plans in a short story...
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In the rest area, several students were idle this morning. Except for Qiu Huoming who was called away, everyone else stayed where they were. A few people took out their books and were reviewing, and a few others gathered together and chatted quietly.
Zhao Jiamin had just returned with two cups of tea when she saw Lao Pan walking over quickly.
She quickly put down the water glass and shouted to Luo Jinxiu: "Jinxiu, your uncle is here!"
Luo Jinxiu was holding her chin listlessly. When she heard this, she looked up and then stood up. She quickly greeted him, "Uncle, why are you here!"
Old Pan said angrily: "Uncle came to see you specially. Hey, did you receive the flowers I sent?"
Luo Jinxiu was stunned for a moment, then became delighted, "That flower was given by you!"
"I sent it, what's wrong? It wasn't delivered?" Lao Pan said with a puzzled look on his face.
Li Xiaoyue on the side spoke, "Hey, isn't it? Didn't the card yesterday write the word "friend"? If it was given by my uncle, shouldn't it be written with the word "uncle"?"
Several students around him were stunned when they heard this, and all looked at Lao Pan again.
"I asked a friend to choose flowers for me and send them over, and he also left a card?"
"Show me the card. If it's written wrong, see if I don't cut it. It'll cost me several dollars..."
The gloom on Luo Jinxiu's face disappeared, "The card fell off, forget it, they are kind-hearted, why don't you send it to me personally, uncle!"
Lao Pan reached out and touched her hair, "Isn't uncle here? I have to leave in a while. There is a meeting to be held at noon..."
"It's so urgent. I still want to treat you to lunch?"
"I heard that your food is good. Why are you still so thin? You need to eat more. Okay, I have to go. If you are wronged, remember to find your uncle. I won't beat him until his teeth are all over the floor..."
After saying that, Lao Pan glanced at everyone present. He usually smiled very kindly, but once his face darkened, the temperature in the place dropped by several degrees.
Qiu Huoming looked here through the glass door.
After Lao Pan left, he slowly walked towards the rest area.
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