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

Chapter 289 Glorious Ancestor! 【1】

Yang Ming's convoy left Andun Commune and continued northward.

12:25 noon.

The convoy has arrived at Fucheng Commune.

This is the county seat of Zijin County.

Zijin County is just next door to Longchuan County.

Before Yang Ming's convoy entered Zijin County, he suddenly noticed a lot of people coming outside.

"Peter, where are we?" Yang Jirong asked again.

"Daddy, I saw a lot of buildings outside with the words purple on the walls."

Zi Ling?

That is Zijin County, next door to my hometown Longchuan County.

This time, Yang Jirong was also very excited, he found that he was really getting closer to his hometown.

Suddenly there were a lot of people outside.

How is this going?

Yang Ming asked Chen Zhenhua to tell the others to stop the car slowly. When there are too many people around, accidents are easy to happen.

Chen Zhenhua slowed down, almost when he stopped.

Yang Ming finally realized what those people were cheering for.

"Welcome Mr. Yang home!"

"Welcome Mr. Yang home!"

. . .

Could it be that someone here organized a welcome for Yang Ming?
Before Yang Ming came back, he had already reminded Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang that they should not disturb other people's normal life as much as possible, and there was no need to organize any welcome ceremony.

Seeing so many people outside welcoming them here, Yang Ming thought that Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang made people do that on purpose.

In the other Mercedes-Benz, Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang looked at each other.

The two were also puzzled.

"Secretary Zhang, I didn't ask people to do that! Mr. Yang doesn't like to disturb people in his hometown."

"Mr. Shen, I didn't ask anyone to do that either."

The two looked at each other and smiled at each other.

After getting out of the car, Mr. Shen went to the window of Mr. Yang's Rolls Royce first.

"Mr. Yang, it should be those people who came to welcome you spontaneously."

Spontaneous welcome by the masses?
is it possible?

Do they know Yang Ming?
Yang Ming couldn't believe it.

Seeing that Mr. Shen's expression didn't seem to be lying to him, he said, "Daddy, Mommy, let me get out of the car and have a look."

Yang Ming really didn't like this kind of organized welcome ceremony. The most important thing was a waste of manpower and material resources. Now that the weather outside is so cold and it's still lightly raining, there's no need for that.

In addition, it is not good to have too many people, which is prone to accidents and even stampede accidents.

When Yang Ming got off the car, Chen Zhenhua hurriedly took an umbrella to shield Yang Ming from the light rain, and walked towards the crowd.

How many people are here?
Yang Ming couldn't believe it, looking at the dense crowd.

It stands to reason that in the 70s, Zijin County should have had a population of 50 million. How could there be so many people in this county, and most of the people lived in the countryside.

Now there are probably 10,000+ here, and there are 20 people.

Yang Ming saw this small Zijin County, the surrounding streets, the windows of the buildings on both sides of the street, and the roofs of the buildings, there were people of all ages.

Yang Ming walked forward, while Chen Zhenhua watched nervously.

With so many people watching, it is possible to be swallowed accidentally.

As a bodyguard, he has always been the most opposed to the boss appearing in a dense crowd.

"What are you doing here?" Yang Ming went over and asked.

Some people saw Yang Ming getting off from a car in the distance, and they didn't know Yang Ming's identity, but they felt that he was not dressed like an ordinary person.

"We are waiting for Mr. Yang here."

"Mr. Yang? Which Mr. Yang?"

"Of course it's Mr. Yang who came back from Xiangjiang."

It was obvious that Yang Ming was standing in front of them now, but they didn't know that they all came to greet Mr. Yang in unison.

"Who did you hear?"

"We have long heard that Mr. Yang, the richest man in Xiangjiang, will pass through the streets of our main urban area in Ziling County when he returns to his hometown today. Let's all come and see what the richest man in Xiangjiang looks like?"

"That Mr. Yang is just an ordinary person, and he doesn't have superhuman powers. Now it's so cold and it's raining lightly. Let's go home."

"No, we've been waiting here all morning just to see Mr. Yang."

Yang Ming was really speechless.

He felt that someone should have deliberately leaked his news, or someone had deliberately arranged for these people to welcome him.

Speaking of which, Zijin County and Longchuan County are connected together, and this is already Yang Jirong's hometown.

Looking at these lovely people in front of him, what else could Yang Ming say.

"What if Mr. Yang doesn't come back?"

"Impossible. Mr. Yang must be back. Mr. Yang has a lot of money. I heard that he will give people money, new clothes, candies, and watches."

Send money?

New clothes?

Candy?
Issue a watch?
. . .

There are tens of thousands of people here, how can he post it?
Chen Zhenhua was a little afraid of these onlookers, and quietly signaled Mr. Yang to get in the car. If these people found Mr. Yang in front of them, it would be terrible.

These people are not only here to welcome Mr. Yang, but also want to take something from Mr. Yang.

"I'm talking about folks, even if Mr. Yang really distributes things, how can you ask Mr. Yang to distribute them to you if you have tens of thousands of people around here?"

"Luck, whoever is lucky will get it." The onlooker villager still said the same.

Yang Ming noticed that the surrounding villagers were either wearing very thin or very little clothes, not keeping warm at all, and even shivering from the cold, or some of them didn't even wear shoes, and stood barefoot in the crowd to watch.

In addition, some even brought out three or four-year-old children. Seeing these children blushing from the cold, Yang Ming was no longer moved, but still felt that these folks were really cute.

"Did someone tell you that on purpose?"

"No, we came here when we heard the news."

"My fellow, where is your hometown?"

"I'm from Lantang."

"I belong to Jiuhe."

. . .

If these villagers are all from the communes and towns below Zijin County, then these people are not too far away.However, many of these people came here barefoot, and it may take a long time to come here.

Yang Ming even suspected that these people came in the middle of the night last night.

The farthest commune in Zijin County is [-] to [-] kilometers away from the county seat. If you walk barefoot alone, you may not be able to come here for a day or a night.

What surprised Yang Ming even more was that some of them were from the neighboring county.

Like those from Longmen, Luhe, and Wuhua.

These people came here just to see Mr. Yang, or just because they heard that Mr. Yang would come back and pass through Ziqin County and might give someone something, so they rushed here?

I don't know why at this moment, Yang Ming was indescribably moved.

He had never experienced this kind of feeling in his previous life, nor had he experienced it. At this time, he really felt it.

There are people all around.

They are all waiting for someone.

That person is Mr. Yang.

One is Mr. Yang who came back from Xiangjiang.

Although they don't know what this Mr. Yang looks like, this Mr. Yang is the one they are waiting for.

If they hadn't seen Mr. Yang in person, they would rather wait here forever, even in such a cold weather.

Yang Ming's eyes were a little red.

At this moment, he finally understood why his father had to come back?
"Boss, you."

Chen Zhenhua was also indescribably moved.

He was born in Nanyang, and later immigrated to Xiangjiang at a young age. He is also a Chinese. Now that he came back, he suddenly understood why he wanted to come back.

Mr. Shen, Secretary Zhang is afraid that things will get worse, and wants the convoy to leave immediately.

They suddenly found that Mr. Yang was actually standing in front of the crowd, not knowing what to say to those villagers there.

What is Mr. Yang's status now?
What is the status of Mr. Yang?

This is Xiangjiang, which the old gentlemen respect and value very much, and even the richest man in the Chinese. Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang are suddenly afraid that something will happen to Mr. Yang here.

The two came over in a hurry.

"Mr. Shen, Secretary Zhang, I wrongly blamed you just now. I thought you organized them to come. Unexpectedly, they came here spontaneously."

"Mr. Yang, me."

Mr. Shen was a little embarrassed.

Secretary Zhang was also a little embarrassed.

"They are all from my hometown!" Yang Ming said emotionally.

"Mr. Yang, let's go quickly."

Mr. Shen dared not speak too loudly, for fear of being heard by those villagers.

"Go? Why go? They traveled long distances, some walked dozens of kilometers barefoot, and some even walked for a day and a night, didn't they just come here to meet me? Don't I dare to admit my identity in front of them? , Go back to your hometown in despair, and return to Xiangjiang in despair?"

"Mr. Yang, I'm worried about your safety."

Mr. Shen said hastily.

Yang Ming ignored Mr. Shen and Mr. Zhang.

Standing in the crowd, he looked loudly at the surrounding villagers and said, "Fathers and elders, I am Mr. Yang who you have waited for all day and night and came back from Xiangjiang."

"I'm really grateful that you can come to meet me from such a long distance. However, the weather is too cold now, many people are still wearing too thin clothes, and some of them have children with them, their faces are flushed from the cold, please go home! "

Mr. Yang?
He is Mr. Yang?
Why is Mr. Yang so young?

Mr. Yang is the richest man in Xiangjiang at such a young age, even the richest man in Chinese?
How can this be?

At the beginning, some of the surrounding villagers were still very surprised. When they saw Yang Ming's attire and how handsome he is now, most importantly, they found that what Mr. Yang said was nice and reasonable.

This is simply not something ordinary people can do!
This is Mr. Yang.

"Mr. Yang is back!"

"It's really Mr. Yang."

. . .

Mr. Yang, whom they had been waiting for all day and night, finally came back!

. . .

"Mr. Yang, welcome!"

When the villagers came to their senses, they really didn't expect that the young man in front of them was actually Mr. Yang. All of a sudden, they were excited, shouting, shouting, everything, and they were about to be in a mess. Some villagers even When he was about to run towards him, Yang Ming hurriedly said: "Everyone, don't run over, it's easy to cause a stampede. Stand there and don't move. I'll shake hands with you."

This time, Mr. Shen was afraid, Secretary Zhang was afraid, and the accompanying personnel were also afraid, and even many people in charge of Zijin County were also afraid.

Mr. Yang's status is so unusual, if something really happens, how can they be responsible.

Seeing that the scene was about to become chaotic, the militiamen and public servants in Zijin County immediately came out to maintain order. Even so, the chaos is still getting worse.

"Everyone stop!"

"Everyone, don't run!"

. . .

Yang Ming kept shouting in the chaos to calm them down.

After about ten minutes, these villagers also reacted.

There are just too many people.

Yang Ming could only shake hands with the villagers at the front and speak to them personally.

Speaking of which, it is not impossible for him to say that he is now sending things to these hundreds of thousands of people. The problem is that he is not prepared for these.

With so many people, how do you let them post?
Yang Ming knew that what these people needed most was not that gift, not new clothes, not a watch, not candy, and not even that little money.

What they want is hope!
is a hope.

As their fellow villager, Mr. Yang was actually able to become the richest man in Hong Kong, even the richest man in the Chinese community. In their opinion, this return home might be able to give them some changes!

In fact, these people don't know that what they hope most in their hearts is not those visible gifts.

but a hope.

A hope that can solve their food and clothing.

In the past, they could not see hope and were poor for so many years.

Now when they heard that Mr. Yang, who was far away in Xiangjiang, was their fellow villager and became the richest man in Xiangjiang, they already had hope in their hearts.

"Folks, come back this time, to be honest, I didn't bring any presents."

As soon as Yang Ming made a sound, the hundreds of thousands of people soon became quiet except for some crying children.

"I really didn't bring a gift when I came back this time. Since I developed in Xiangjiang, my father, my parents want to go back to my hometown the most. Thinking that I have never met you, but you braved the cold wind and light rain to come here to see me, it really touched me, and made me ashamed to see you."

"Yes, I have become rich in Xiangjiang! But now we are the only ones who are rich. Many of you may not even have enough food to eat and warm clothes. I know you came from so far away to welcome me , not just because I heard that Mr. Yang might give gifts, because I know that you, like me, want to live a good life for yourself and your family."

Looking at their expectant eyes, Yang Ming couldn't speak anymore.

"Mr. Yang, you are the pride of our Hakka people!"

"Mr. Yang, we don't want to get anything, we just want to see you!"

. . .

someone shouted.

"pride!"

"glory!"

. . .

Yang Ming waved his hand and said: "I also hope that you can live a good life like me, live a happy life, live a life where you can eat enough, dress warmly, and even, every child in the family has books to read, every day Everyone has their own job, everyone has a stable income, and even everyone can live in a new house, and even everyone can drive a car."

This is what these villagers want.

They didn't say it, but they thought that way in their hearts.

Mr. Yang is the richest man in Hong Kong and the richest Chinese. They don't know how much money this richest man has. They just know that their lives are very different from Mr. Yang's.

However, they are not jealous, except for envy and hope.

They came from so far away, even from the next county dozens of kilometers away, and they just hoped that they could live this kind of life.

They also know that it's just a hope, but they don't know if it can be done.

"Folks, I hereby solemnly promise to everyone that as long as you give me five or even ten years, although it will not make everyone rich and powerful, but if you want to live a life full of food and clothes Nuan, children have a life of reading and learning, I will definitely be able to do it, if I can't do it, I will be sorry for myself, and I will also be sorry for everyone who braved the cold wind and rain to come here to wait for me today."

"Mr. Yang!"

"Mr. Yang said he wanted us to live a good life."

. . .

Those villagers were excited and excited, and the surroundings became more lively.

Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang are getting more and more worried. They are really worried about what will happen to Mr. Yang.

They did not expect Mr. Yang to make such a promise to these hundreds of thousands of villagers who have never met before.

If it is someone else, they believe that they may not be able to do it. With Mr. Yang's status and wealth, since Mr. Yang said that, he must be able to do it.

"Folks, it's really too cold now. In order not to make everyone sick, I hope everyone can disperse and go home."

"Everyone go back."

. . .

What Yang Ming said was indeed different now. After hearing about it, many villagers started to disperse, but some still stood there watching.

When Yang Ming was covering Chen Zhenhua with an umbrella, Yang Ming quickly left here and walked to the car.

"Peter, father is proud of you!" Yang Jirong also said excitedly.

"Daddy, I actually owe them something."

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