April 15th, the month-long Spring Trade Fair began.
Early on, delegations from various places entered the venue, and many were at their posts, ready for action.
A bit later, merchants from various countries flocked in, a scene that resembled—
"Could this be the origin of the domestic marathon?"
Lin Nianhe leaned on the window next to the Shanghai Textile Factory booth, marveling at the image of countless foreigners sprinting outside.
Never again say that foreigners all know how to queue orderly; look at those people out there, if the soldiers weren't managing them, they could have collapsed the gate. They scrambled and jostled each other, with ties askew and hair tousled, countless shoes lost in the commotion.
In front of them, even the aunties who fight over discounted eggs would have to concede defeat.