Author: The creeper on the fence

too fast!

It took about two hours to get up from the Luohu Port Expressway Intersection in Pengcheng, and we were already preparing to get off from the Longchuan Expressway Intersection.

Not only Yang Ming thought it was fast, but Yang Jirong and his wife felt it was too fast.

This is almost equivalent to the time it takes to travel from Repulse Bay Villa to the New Territories North.

The Rolls Royce in which Yang Ming was sitting had just come off the Longchuan Expressway intersection when he noticed the sound of many firecrackers.

"Crack!"

"Bang!"

...

At the beginning.

Yang Ming thought today was the first day of the Lunar New Year, and firecrackers were being set off everywhere in his hometown.

Now his old family members have come to greet him in advance.

Yesterday, many people in Longchuan and even Huicheng had learned that Mr. Yang, the richest man in Hong Kong and chairman of the Imperial Group, was returning to his hometown with his family for the second time.

Yang Ming's motorcade had just come off the highway intersection.

"Dong dong dong!"

...

Along the way, Yang Ming noticed the sound of firecrackers and the sound of gongs and drums coming from outside.

In addition, many relatives and elders from my hometown came specially to welcome Mr. Yang and his family back on this day.

It can be said that these five years.

Especially after Mr. Yang returned to his hometown for the first time, Yang Ming was really impressed by the changes that Yang Ming brought to his hometown of Longchuan.

They thanked the old gentleman.

I am even more grateful to Mr. Yang for the changes he has brought to my hometown.

"Peter, someone from my hometown should be here to greet you."

The sound of gongs and drums outside became louder and louder.

He noticed that there were more and more people outside.

"Chen Zhenhua, tell the team to drive slower."

"yes."

Chen Zhenhua immediately contacted other bodyguards and slowed down the convoy.

The convoy of Yang Ming and others came down from the Longchuan Expressway intersection and slowly headed for Longchuan County.

First, pass through the streets of Tuocheng and enter Laolong Street.

Yang Ming found that after not coming back for five years, his hometown seemed to have undergone great changes.

At this time, Yang Ming found that more and more people were crowding outside the street, just like when Yang Ming returned to his hometown for the first time.

Yang Ming was a little excited.

When Chen Zhenhua was asked to stop the car, Yang Ming decided to get out of the car.

"Mr. Yang is down."

"Yes, Mr. Yang."

"It's really Mr. Yang!"

...

Yang Ming's car door just opened.

The sirs who had escorted him all the way came down immediately and joined hands to surround the city wall to separate the villagers and elders outside who wanted to come over and say hello to Yang Ming.

The moment Yang Ming got off the bus, he still felt like when he first came back, thousands of people were looking at him.

"Mr. Yang!"

"Mr. Yang."

...

The folks in his hometown looked at Yang Ming excitedly.

Five years.

At the beginning, Yang Ming promised them that within five years, every child would have a book to read, everyone would have enough to eat, and everyone would have a job.

Now, almost five years have passed.

When Yang Ming returned here again, he still felt the enthusiasm of these villagers and elders.

It's different from the first time I came back.

When he came back for the first time, Yang Ming remembered that apart from the fact that these villagers and elders looked very excited in spirit, in fact, they were basically sallow and skinny, and they didn't have enough to eat or wear warm clothes.

But what about these five years?

Judging from the mental outlook of these people, great changes have indeed taken place.

At least, judging from the way these people dress and dress now, they are really different.

"Please don't crowd."

...

Yang Ming shouted.

"I came back to my hometown with my parents this time just to see the changes in my hometown."

"Fellow, where are you from?"

Yang Ming saw a middle-aged man closest to him and asked.

"Mr. Yang, I'm from Tuocheng."

"So how do you feel about life now?"

"Mr. Yang, I feel like my life is getting better and better now. Two of my children are in high school, two are in junior high school, and three are in elementary school. Because they are sponsored by the Yang Ming Foundation to study for free, they all have the opportunity to study.

"

"So how is your family's daily work? How is your income?"

"Both my wife and I go to work in Huicheng, and the monthly salary is very good."

The middle-aged man looked at Yang Ming excitedly and said.

Speaking of which, Yang Ming has indeed changed a lot in his hometown.

In addition to a highway being enough to change the geographical location here and the investment advantages it brings.

Driven by the Imperial Group, many foreign investors also came to Huicheng and even poured into Yang Ming's hometown to invest. With more investment here, there are more work units.

As long as you have hands and feet, you can find a job. If you have a job, you will have income. With income, you can improve your family's situation. This is actually very different from five years ago.

It is precisely because of that that the promise Yang Ming made in front of hundreds of thousands of people has basically been completed.

Although some people's lives may still be unsatisfactory, with so many people involved, how can it be possible for everyone to be satisfied?

Like in Xiangjiang, there are still hundreds of thousands of people living in small cage houses, and their lives are not necessarily better than those of these people now.

Yang Ming shook hands with the fellow villagers around him and chatted with them cordially, mainly asking about their changes in recent years.

"I wish you a happy Spring Festival and may your life be better year by year."

...

There are simply too many people.

Yang Ming did not stay anymore.

We got into the car again and were warmly escorted by the fellow villagers.

The convoy of Yang Ming and his entourage left Tuocheng Street, left Laolong Street, and headed towards his hometown of Yangjiacun.

Along the way, almost all the villagers welcomed him back.

"Crack!"

"Boom!"

"Dong dong dong!"

...

The sound of firecrackers.

The sound of gongs and drums.
To be continued...