I lost my vegetative state, and I became the richest man in the world

Chapter 288 Mr. Yang returns home to visit his relatives! 【4】

The night is coming.

Yang Ming sat in front of the window for a long time wearing a coat.

When he went back to the bed and lay down to rest, he found that it was not a soft mattress, but a hard plank bed. However, there were sheets under it, which were soft like ordinary train hard sleeper sheets, so it was more comfortable to lie down on. of.

I don't know how long it took.

Yang Ming seemed to wake up suddenly.

He found that he was awakened not by freezing, but by shock.

In that case, instead of lying down to rest, he got up and turned on the dim light, and looked out the window. Under the light, it seemed that the rain had not stopped outside, and it was still drizzling.

It's colder in this weather.

Yang Ming couldn't fall asleep, so he didn't sleep anymore.

There was a voice outside the door.

Yang Ming opened the door and saw clearly that it was an aunt from the guest house.

"Mr. Yang, do you need any service?"

"Auntie, why don't you go to rest?"

Yang Ming asked strangely.

He doesn't need others to stay here overnight, let alone it's too cold outside.

"It was our director who asked me to be here. If you need any service, I will do it for you immediately."

Needless to say, Director Song, the person in charge of the guest house must have asked them to do that.

Yang Ming could only say: "Auntie, bring me a pot of hot water. I want to soak my feet, and bring me a cup of hot tea."

"Yes, Mr. Yang."

The female employee of the guest house stayed outside the door all night, and she was also very bored.Seeing the lights in Mr. Yang's room suddenly turned on now, she thought something was wrong.

When the aunt of the guest house went to pour Yang Ming a pot of hot water for soaking his feet.

And made a cup of tea.

"Mr. Yang, do you need any other services?"

"I don't need it for now."

When the aunt was about to leave, Yang Ming took out 10 RMB and handed it to her and said, "Auntie, you don't need to tell Director Song about your hard work."

"Mr. Yang, I can't accept it."

At Yang Ming's insistence, the aunt still accepted the 10 yuan.

She thought it was her job.

The staff of the guest house like her are usually very idle, and they rarely see other guests checking in. After a long time, they must be lazy and have a bad service attitude.

For them, this is the job of the iron rice bowl. If you do it seriously, you will get a little money, and if you don't do it seriously, you will get a little money. Over time, it feels to outsiders that the service attitude of the staff in the guest house is particularly poor.

Until later, more and more hotels appeared in the country. Most of the hotels were privately run, and the hotels paid the most attention to service attitude and service level. Over time, guest houses like this one that used to be monopolized gradually disappeared, even if they didn’t all go bankrupt. Or only a fraction survived.

Tonight, this aunt did these things for Yang Ming, and Mr. Yang gave her 10 yuan, which made her very happy, and she felt that her efforts were worthwhile.

Yang Ming tried the temperature of the water there, began to soak his feet, drank the cup of hot tea, and looked out the window, feeling very good.

. . .

Time passed by minute by minute.

After six o'clock in the morning, the window is getting brighter and brighter.

Azhu and Zhong Chuhong went back to their room last night. They did not take a shower and fell asleep right after laying down. They almost couldn't get up this morning, mainly because they were too tired from the car ride yesterday.

After waking up now, they hurriedly got up and prepared to serve Young Master Yang.

Unexpectedly, they found that Young Master Yang had woken up.

"Master, didn't you sleep last night?" Ah Zhu looked at Yang Ming.

"I got up early."

After getting up now, Yang Ming asked them to pack their things.

After Mr. Shen, Secretary Zhang and others got up, they went back to the commune dining hall for breakfast.

"Mr. Yang, did you sleep well last night?" Secretary Zhang asked hurriedly.

"Secretary Zhang, I slept well last night."

"That's good."

Secretary Zhang was also worried all night, feeling that Mr. Yang was really not used to the conditions here.

Yang Ming, Yang Jirong and his wife, Lin Xiuzhi, Chen Bosong and Shaoguang all packed their things and left the guest house.

Before leaving, Yang Ming also gave 500 yuan to the director of the guest house, Director Song, for their accommodation and service fees last night. Originally, Director Song didn't dare to accept it. When he saw that Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang had nothing to do , Director Song said: "Mr. Shen, Secretary Zhang, I will hand in the finances then."

Yang Ming and the others left here and came to the dining hall.

A rich breakfast has been prepared in the dining hall here.

They just made it according to their best specifications, and there are more than ten kinds of patterns alone.

Yang Ming also ate some briefly, and didn't plan to stay any longer.

Get into the Rolls Royce.

Chen Zhenhua was a little worried and said: "Boss, it rained lightly last night, and it's still raining now. I'm afraid that the next journey will be difficult if it's all dirt roads."

If it is on those hard asphalt roads and streets in Xiangjiang, no matter how heavy the rain is, there is no need to worry.

It's different now.

Driving in the rain, even light rain, can be a hassle.

Most importantly, he also worried about the safety of driving.

"Let's take a look first."

The convoy of Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang left here and continued northward with Yang Ming's convoy.

Leaving Huidong Pingshan Town, Yang Ming sat in the car and closed his eyes to rest.

When Yang Jirong and his wife saw their son's appearance, they were afraid that they didn't sleep well last night, and they didn't bother him.

The car also left the streets of Pingshan Town.

Along the way, it was still a cement road, and there was no problem.

When going to the road in front of Andun Commune, there was a problem in front, and the road in front was all dirt roads. Although there were not many vehicles, Mr. Shen and others led the convoy first, and unexpectedly several vehicles stepped into the dirt and could not move forward. Condition.

At this time, Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang got out of the car in the rain, and hurriedly tried to solve it, but found that they couldn't drive no matter how they tried.

Jeeps like this, Dongfeng cars, are okay to drive, but ordinary cars that are too short have problems.

At this time, Mr. Shen could only come over with an umbrella and say to Yang Ming: "Mr. Yang, the front and rear wheels of the car in front are all sunk. We must find a way to solve it first."

"No problem, let's wait."

It didn't take long for Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang to think of a solution immediately.

Many people came outside.

These people consisted of men, women and children, and they were dressed plainly. They had just learned that the convoys were stuck in the mud and could not get out because of the rain, and soon some villagers called other villagers to help.

Some villagers are holding shovels, some are holding hoes, and some are holding other tools.

Those who didn't know thought what these villagers were going to do.

At the beginning, these villagers didn't know who was sitting in the car now. In this era, it is rare to see a small car, let alone a luxury car.

These villagers may not understand Rolls-Royce, but they can see that it is a very expensive car.

"Mr. Yang, villagers from several nearby villages are here to help." Mr. Shen came over and said.

Because many villagers took tools spontaneously, Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang were worried that Mr. Yang's family would be afraid.

Yang Ming didn't continue to sit in the car. When he got off the car, he picked up the Rolls Royce's self-provided umbrella and went to the front. Soon he saw a group of young men and women in ordinary clothes, trying to help the people in front of him. car counterparts.

They spoke the local dialect, but Yang Ming couldn't understand most of them.

"Mr. Yang, they speak Hakka."

Hakka?
Yang Ming remembered that his father told him that he was also a Hakka.

The problem is, even if Yang Ming's predecessor had never heard of it, now he basically can't understand it.

Chen Zhenhua was afraid that something would happen to his boss, so when he saw Yang Ming go out, he hurriedly chased him out, and then held an umbrella for Yang Ming.

Yang Ming stood there and looked at those people. Not only were they dressed plainly, but many of them were wearing patched clothes. It was cold and rainy, and some villagers were shivering because they were wearing too thin clothes. They seemed to ignore it. , They work together to move stones, shovel mud, dig water on the road, or help push out the cars that have collapsed.

It couldn't be pushed, and they even tried their best to help lift a ton-heavy car.

Yang Ming was dumbfounded by this scene.

Once upon a time, in his previous life, he hadn't seen such a scene for a long time.

Now these villagers who have never met before come to help because Mr. Yang and others passed by the nearby road, and because the car collapsed and they couldn't walk.

Yang Jirong, who was still in the car, also got out of the car.

At this time, Xie Yan also took an umbrella to cover him from the rain.

"How is it, Peter?"

"Daddy, Mr. Shen said that the nearby villagers came to help. I just heard what the villagers said, but I couldn't understand. Mr. Shen speaks Hakka."

Hakka?
That is the Hakka people.

Ya is a Hakka family!
Ya speaks Hakka!
At this moment, Yang Jirong was really excited.

There are also many Hakka people in Xiangjiang, but most of them have already spoken Cantonese or English after immigrating there, and few of them speak Hakka anymore.

When he came to this place, he didn't know where it was, but hearing that the villagers here spoke Hakka, Yang Jirong knew that they were getting closer to his hometown.

The surrounding area is full of Hakka speakers, and almost all of them speak Hakka when I go to my hometown.

At this moment, Yang Jirong was very excited, and he didn't roll up his trousers, and went to the villagers in front.

When Yang Jirong came over, the villagers thought that the main character this time was Yang Jirong in front of them.

Yang Jirong was very excited and said to them: "Thank you for your help, Ya is a Hakka family."

Yang Jirong has not spoken Hakka for a long time.

However, the local accent has not changed, and the temples have declined.

What he said now still had some accent from his hometown.

As soon as his accent came out, the villagers heard that it should be the accent of the Hakka people in the Zijin area.

"Sir, where are you from?"

"Longchuan, Tuocheng, Laolong." Yang Jirong said excitedly.

Longchuan, Tuocheng, and Laolong are really not very far away from here.However, there are still hundreds of kilometers in a straight line, and there may be two hundred kilometers on the road going around.

When Yang Jirong heard the Hakka people here, the words were still somewhat different from those in his hometown, but, just like the Cantonese spoken by everyone, he could basically understand them.

Yang Jirong chatted enthusiastically with those villagers, and the villagers responded while doing things.

. . .

When Yang Jirong came back, he said, "Peter, those villagers are really Hakka people nearby, and they are getting closer to our hometown."

"Daddy, these people are really nice and helpful."

"What do you think? In this day and age, the villagers are still very good." Yang Jirong said.

When all the cars in front passed this section of the road, Yang Ming certainly couldn't just walk away.

Saw these people brave the rain and cold to help.

Yang Ming, Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang shouted, "Mr. Shen, Secretary Zhang, I can't let them work in vain."

"Mr. Yang, this is what they should do." Mr. Shen said directly.

In the eyes of Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang, this is quite normal.Even if these people didn't take the initiative to come, he would ask the captain of the production team to notify the nearby villagers to come.

From Yang Ming's point of view, that's not the case at all. Others have no obligation to help you.

"I'd like to give them some money."

"Mr. Yang, it's best not to, if they give money, they will be troublemakers." Secretary Zhang said directly.

They were really worried that if it was in a guest house or canteen, it would be reasonable for Mr. Yang to pay, but if he paid here, it would be different.

They are most worried that when the time comes, those villagers will not be satisfied with the money and will want more, which will cause more trouble.

Yang Ming smiled, and went straight to the crowd of villagers with Chen Zhenhua.

"Hello, my name is Yang Ming. I just came back from Xiangjiang. The person I was chatting with you just now is my father, Yang Jirong. My father went to Xiangjiang more than 20 years ago to develop, and he has only had the opportunity to come back now. Unexpectedly, he met this This situation, thanks to your help. However, I will not let you work in vain, I don’t know what you need, if I can solve it.”

Yang Ming?

Mr. Yang?
Xiangjiang came back?
These people don't seem to know.

However, soon someone heard about Mr. Yang's identity.

He also overheard that Mr. Yang is said to be the richest man in Xiangjiang, and he is really a rich man in Xiangjiang. Could it be this young man in front of him?

They didn't expect that Mr. Yang would like to thank them for coming to help themselves. They thought it was right.

This is something they never thought about.

"Well, since you don't know what you want, I think you've worked hard, and some of you are still wearing thin clothes. I'll give each of you some money and use it to buy clothes for yourself."

There are probably hundreds of villagers here.

Originally, Yang Ming planned to give each person 10 RMB, which is naturally quite a lot.

He still gave twice as much, that is, 2000 yuan.

When Yang Ming asked Lin Xiuzhi to bring the money, he called out the old man at the head and said, "It's so cold and raining in this weather, it's really hard for you, and you can share the money equally. Wear every piece of thick clothing."

In this day and age, 2000 RMB is definitely a lot of money, and you can buy two sets of courtyard houses in Yanjing.

In a small place like Andun Commune, this is a huge sum of money.

If it is divided into the hands of hundreds of people, each person is 20 yuan, which is equivalent to a month's wages of those iron rice bowls in the city, and roughly equivalent to a villager's annual income.

20 yuan does not mean buying one piece of clothing, you can buy 10 pieces.

The old man looked at the money tremblingly. He didn't know whether it was because of the cold or because there were so many such huge sums of money that he had never seen before.

"Mr. Yang, I can't take your money. It's okay for us to make a little effort just now." The other party said directly.

They are purely doing good deeds, and they never thought of doing good deeds and collecting money.

"You take it, this is my boss' wish and reward for you." Lin Xiuzhi said.

She understands the boss's thinking, and it's the same in Xiangjiang, where you get rewarded for your efforts, instead of making people work for nothing.

In China, it may be difficult to understand this statement in 30 or [-] years.

"Mr. Yang, I've heard the news about you. I really admire you. Besides, you and your father are also our Hakka people, so we can't take your money."

Faced with such a large sum of money, it was impossible for him not to be tempted. Thinking of violating his own morality and humanity, he still chose to refuse.

Yang Ming smiled and said, "This money is neither too much nor too little, so take it first."

For Yang Ming, that was the case.

What else did they want to say, Yang Ming called someone over to send the money to the villagers.

Yang Ming didn't stay any longer.

Yang Ming got into the car. What Yang Jirong wanted to say just now, but he didn't say it in the end. He understood why the villagers didn't accept Yang Ming's money, and why Yang Ming gave them money?
Especially with his son's current status and influence, he often has his consideration in what he does.

"Peter, well done."

"Daddy, I just saw that they were too cold, so I bought them some clothes to wear."

When the car of Yang Ming and others left here and continued to go forward, the villagers were still following behind.

Just now they were embarrassed to take the money, and felt that it was difficult for them to see a penny or five cents. Now that they have 20 yuan in their hands, that is a lot of money.

When they followed for a long time, until the convoy of Mr. Yang and others passed in front.

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