We are all reborn, who wants to be the richest man?

At the end of October, just over half a month after the National Day, people had just come out of the atmosphere of national celebration, and the streets and alleys of Puning County were once again decorated with lights.

"Warmly welcome the patriotic Hong Kong businessman Mr. Luo Nianzhong"

"Welcome Mr. Luo Nianzhong and his family to return to the motherland to find their roots"

A series of red banners and slogans were posted on the main roads. The police and traffic police on the streets were stationed one by one. It seemed that they were preparing to meet the big shots.

Puning County has not yet been assigned to the jurisdiction of JY City and is managed by Shantou.

Because Guangdong Province is a pioneer in reform, its geographical location is not far from Pengcheng, and it knows a lot about many things, especially Hong Kong businessmen.

Both sides of the street were filled with people watching the excitement, sitting or standing in pairs discussing what was going on.

At this time, there will always be someone who comes out to show off based on the meager information reserves they know.

"With this attitude, the governor won't be treated like this when he comes, right?"

"Hey, what do you know? Didn't you see what those banners say? Welcome patriotic Hong Kong businessman Mr. Luo Nian-chung.

He is a big capitalist, and he can reach the heavens."

"Er Zhuzhu, what's going on? Did you see it from the side when they went to Datian to listen?"

Several aunts nearby heard Erzhuzi's words and came over to him, and spoke out after he finished speaking.

"Ha ha ha ha"

Auntie's words naturally caused the people around her to laugh, and even Erzhuzi said a few words of laughter without paying attention.

"If I had that ability, why would I come back? I would have stayed in Pengcheng to make a fortune."

Erzhuzi wasn't angry either, and didn't care at all about Auntie's sarcasm.

Because of the large-scale construction of Pengcheng, workers were recruited everywhere, so many young and strong people from the counties in Zhoulin flocked to it, and Erzhu was also one of them.

However, he did not start living like other people after he got rich, and wore gold and silver. Instead, he saved all the money he earned from working.

Although the money is not much, it is enough to start a small business as a start-up capital.

When he was working in the factory, he discovered that if you open a restaurant or a grocery store near the factory, there will be no business that is not popular. It will really put money in your pocket.

He feels that the south of Puning County is the port, which is very suitable for building a factory. The factory in Pengcheng will be built here soon.

So after working for a year and a half, he resigned and returned to his hometown, planning to become a small boss when the time came.

He knew very clearly about himself that it was impossible to become rich and wealthy, and there should be no problem in living a life of food and clothing according to his own plan.

"I'm talking about Erzhu. You said Luo Nianzhong is a big capitalist. How big is he? Besides, they don't give us any money. How can they be so big?"

"Hey, you said it wrong. Maybe they really gave us their money." The second pillar pretended to be sophisticated.

"Give it to us? Can't we pay it?"

"That's right, that's right. Even if he gives us money, how much money can he have to give to us? I don't think he's giving out money, that's crazy."

Seeing the crowd, especially the aunts, who got excited when they heard money, Erzhuzi was also happy.

"What are you dreaming about? Are we still going to give you money? I can take you home and support you."

"That's a good relationship, and I'm willing to do it."

"Ha ha ha ha". This statement made everyone laugh again.

"Okay, stop laughing and let Erzhuzi explain in detail what he meant just now." The aunt who initially criticized him lowered her hand, obviously still thinking about money.

Seeing that everyone quieted down, and he attracted the attention of everyone present, Erzhu Qing cleared his throat and began to preach.

"Have you ever thought that Mr. Luo Nianzhong came back to pay homage to his ancestors and find his roots? This means that Puning is his hometown.

As a big capitalist like him, how can he not invest in some projects to help his hometown develop just for the sake of face? Won’t the work come then? Didn’t the money come too? "

Seeing that this was what Erzhuzi meant, someone curled his lips and said, "What did I think it was? It turns out that they are here to build a factory. How many people can we recruit? What can we do with a few hundred at most?"

"That's right, that's right. It won't be long before one out of dozens of people can be found by then."

Seeing that everyone was disapproving, Erzhuzi snorted, "What do you know? He is a big capitalist, the world's richest man, do you understand?"

In Pengcheng, people have built factories with tens of thousands of people, and there are more than one.”

In fact, Erzhuzi didn't know what the situation was in the specific companies. He heard this while drinking and listening to other people's bragging while working in Pengcheng.

"Wow, the richest man in the world? How much money does he have?"

Luo Nianzhong didn't know what was going on in the street. He sat in the car and looked at the staff maintaining order at each intersection beside the dedicated lane outside and couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

This is a scene that in later generations can only be seen when hosting important leaders from various countries. Unexpectedly, I also experienced it.

Not only Luo Nianzhong, but also everyone in the car looked at the scene outside the car curiously.

"Brother Zhong, doesn't your hometown seem to be developing very well?"

Luo Nianzhong smiled when he heard this, knowing that this was what Guan Jiahui was saying.

The narrow and uneven main street, with many of the scattered bungalows around it, seemed to be in a state of disrepair.

More places are still crop fields, more like a rural area.

“You have to remember this place as it is now, in less than ten years this place will feel completely different to you.

Twenty years from now, the development here will be the same as that of Hong Kong Island. It may not have so many high-rise buildings, but it will not be any different from Hong Kong Island in other aspects."

"Is it true? Brother Zhong, please don't lie to me. How could it be the same as Hong Kong Island in twenty years? Isn't it a miracle?"

Guan Jiahui didn't believe it at all. Not only her, but Zhao Yazhi and Luo Wang Yunhua also nodded in agreement, thinking it was impossible.

Miracle, Luo Nianzhong liked this word used by Guan Jiahui very much.

They dare not think about it. Who in the world can imagine it?

At the beginning of the second millennium, the economy of many places may not have found a way out, but the southeast coast did create a miracle of economic take-off that shocked the world.

Luo Nianzhong firmly believes that this time the miracle will be faster and more brilliant because of his own reasons.

Puning, in particular, is known as the richest county in Guangdong Province.

When a milk tea chain opened in your city, they already had Starbucks.

When your city first built a high-end community, people were already targeting Pengchengwan No. 1.

Walking the streets of Puning is like walking in four super first-tier cities. What is missing may be the height of the buildings.

How could Luo Nianzhong not have the confidence to make such an already developing city take off even more?

He patted Guan Jiahui's little head lovingly, "You will know when you come back in a few years. You have to see for yourself whether it is true or not."

"Huh, then I must come over and check in from time to time. I don't believe it will be like what you said."

It seemed that Guan Jiahui still didn't believe it, but this time Luo Nianzhong just smiled and didn't argue with her anymore.