The original purpose of this symbol, which was used to mark one's own ethnic characteristics, was to help buyers know where the booth came from at a glance.
After all, in the Dutch tourism industry, wooden shoes that looked like boats were one of their pillar sales industries.
Qin Guan was wearing a pair of shoes like a boat. Every step he took was a test of his leg muscles.
Thanks to his strong willpower and body coordination, he managed to get out of the exhibition hall. Under the astonished gazes of the German taxi drivers, he chose the nearest car.
He opened the door, put on the slippers, got in the car and closed the door. The whole process took less than 10 seconds.
It was indescribably pleasing to the eye, inexplicably hilarious and exceptionally hilarious.
The laughter of the blonde men was still echoing in the hall. Guo Nuoyan was left alone with a big bag on his shoulder, enjoying the enthusiasm of the people from Frankfurt.
Qin Guan spent the next three days of the exhibition eating and sleeping shamelessly. His casual way of showing off was surprisingly effective.
On the last day of the exhibition, even the organizers heard about the legend of the Sleeping Prince of Asia.
It was said that there was a special model in the Asian exhibition hall.
Everyone gave him a very nice name: Asia's Sleeping Prince.
Although it was a bit inappropriate, it was a true portrayal of Qin Guan. He slept on the carpet, then on the sofa, then on the bed. That was the most direct way to show the comfort of household products.
Wang Liying's mouth twitched as she looked at Qin Guan's sleeping face. Guo Nuoyan, who had to carry a sack of hard goods every day, had completed the task assigned to him by Xue Yayan.
The manufacturers who had more or less received orders at the exhibition were all beaming with joy. Under the guidance of the staff, they began to pack their luggage for the return trip.
Qin Guan had already gotten his return ticket, so he went to the famous German city with his money.
For Cong Nianwei, who had returned to China on her own, he brought her some German specialties to ease the pain of missing each other for a long time.
As for Frankfurt's signature drink, it wasn't the traditional German beer, but a variety of wine brewed from a sweet fruit: cider.
In Frankfurt, the history of cider could be traced back to 1600. This time-honored beverage was quite famous in the area.
Bars that were specially built for cider could be found everywhere. It was obvious how high-end the quality of the drinks here was.
In addition, the degree of cider was only about 5%, and a standard 0.3-liter bottle of cider only had 100 calories, which was far lower than similar liquors. For women who loved drinking, it was simply a blessing for mankind.
Due to the different preparation methods, the addition of carbonated drinks like bubbles, or syrup-like cinnamon powder, made its taste even more plump for no reason.
As a result, cider had become a specialty of Frankfurt. Tourists who came to Frankfurt would always have it on their shopping list when they left.
If there was anything comparable in the city, it would have to be the second specialty he was looking for.
It was Frankfurter Sausage.
If it was just this name, perhaps everyone would be a little unfamiliar with it. However, if one were to mention its other name, it would simply be known by the entire world.
The most popular sausage was the hot dog sausage.
It would appear in the most common hot dog, smeared with yellow and green mustard. It would also appear on the dining table of some young people who were too lazy to cook.
A bag of ready-to-eat hot dog sausage could serve as a cold dish in a small house on a weekend night.
It could be used as an accompaniment to barbecue or a snack on a long-distance study or business trip. The crispy and chewy cold-cut hot dog sausage was 10 times more delicious than a pink ham sausage.
There were also merchants who knew how to make money. They would cut a slender hot dog sausage with a knife, pierce it with a sharp bamboo skewer, and fry it on a hot iron plate, making it a street roasted sausage.
The hot dog sausage, together with the sticky, salty chili sauce, became a unique street snack in China.
It was simple, convenient, cheap, and had a taste that people all over the world could accept. The glory of the Frankfurter Sausage was unique to Qin Guan.
Qin Guan didn't know whether it was stupid for him to bring a few bags of hot dog sausages home from afar, but he would be a disgrace to his title as a glutton if he didn't investigate the source of the food.
Frankfurter sausages were very rare in Germany, which was the strictest nation in the world.
Only the products smoked by the butchers in Frankfurt and the surrounding areas would have a mark on the packaging to show that the product was a genuine frankfurter sausage when it was exported.
The sausages, which had ham inside the pork, were made with meticulous traditional craftsmanship. Qin Guan had searched for them with perseverance and put them in his luggage on his way back to China.
The sausages, which were far away from home, were revealed in Cong Nianwei's slender hands.
The couple, who had been separated for several months, faced each other warmly and shared their gains over the past few months at the breakfast table.
Only the sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding could be heard at the table. They were talking about their work in low voices.
Cong Nianwei suddenly remembered something. She handed him a plastic bag.
"Sister Xue delivered this to you two days ago. She said it was a surprise for you."
"If it's a surprise, I can't open it for you. It looks like there are a lot of things inside. I wonder what they are. Why are they so mysterious?"
Qin Guan took the kraft paper bag from the shelf behind her. It was quite big and looked like a working file bag.
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