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

Chapter 290 Glorious Ancestor! 【2】

Yang Ming had already gotten into the car.

Mr. Shen, Secretary Zhang, those representatives and the person in charge of Ziqin County finally breathed a sigh of relief. Just now, tens of thousands of people rushed towards Mr. Yang. They were really afraid that something would happen to Mr. Yang.

If Mr. Yang had an accident here, they knew that they would not be able to afford the compensation.

Those spontaneous masses finally dispersed gradually, without stampede and chaos.

As the convoy continued through the long streets of Zijin County, the villagers were still crying behind them, calling out Mr. Yang's name.

Yang Ming didn't dare to look back, fearing that he might stop.

The convoy continued to drive forward slowly.

Boys don't cry easily!
At some point, Yang Ming's tears flowed down, as if he couldn't finish wiping them off.

At this time, those voices seemed to come from his ears.

Rivers and mountains are only in my dreams

The motherland has not been close to the motherland for many years
But no matter what, it won't change

my China Heart

. . .

Yangtze Great Wall Huangshan Yellow River
weight in my heart

anytime, anywhere
dear in heart
Yang Ming's tears grew more and more.

Yang Jirong and his wife in the car looked at their son. At this moment, they didn't know how to comfort Yang Ming.

Ever since Yang Ming fell into a coma in a car accident, or even since his son was in middle school, they had never seen his son cry. They thought that his son had grown up and was no longer the same as before.

"Peter, my precious son."

Li Yufang took out the handkerchief she was carrying and gently wiped away Yang Ming's tears, and hugged him gently to comfort him.

After a few minutes, under the control of Yang Ming's own ability, the tears stopped flowing, and his eyes were still a little red.

"Daddy, Mommy, no matter what price you pay in the future, I think it's worth it when you come back this time."

"Peter, thank you again Daddy."

When the convoy began to slowly leave the streets of Zijin County, it continued to go north along the highway.

Some of the crowd behind them continued to follow.

At this time, Yang Ming knew that he could not get out of the car.

If I get out of the car, besides being dragged by them, I will spend a lot of time here. I originally planned to return to my hometown Tuo City in one day, but I am afraid that I will not be able to go back in two or three days.

Those folks are really enthusiastic.

Yang Ming was so enthusiastic that he didn't know how to respond to them.

Yang Ming was thinking, Li Jiacheng returned home under such circumstances back then, and Li Jiacheng was welcomed by the villagers in that way, what did Mr. Li think back then?

What was he thinking at that time?
Is it the same as him?
Yang Ming didn't know.

However, Yang Ming knew that after Li Jiacheng returned to his hometown, he did have some changes in his hometown. Except for that time, Li Jiacheng never went back.

What Yang Ming didn't expect was that it was the four major special economic zones at the same time.

Pengcheng is the most developed, recognized as a first-tier city and an international metropolis, followed by Zhucheng, Xiamen, and finally Shancheng.

It stands to reason that the geographical location of Shancheng is also good, and it is also close to the port.

The most important thing is that there are many overseas Chinese and overseas Chinese in Shancheng, and there are many wealthy businessmen. Why didn't they develop later?

Yang Ming didn't know.

At this time, he was already thinking, since he promised those folks, he must do it himself.

However, the environment here in my hometown can't be compared with Pengcheng, Zhucheng, Xiacheng, or even Shancheng.

Yang Ming knew that the biggest advantage here was that it was not too far away from Pengcheng or even Xiangjiang, but much closer than Shancheng.

That is to say, even though this side is too far away and it is dominated by mountains, Yang Ming thinks there is still a chance for this area to develop.

While Yang Ming was still thinking, Yang Jirong and his wife did not disturb what their son was thinking.

At this time, the convoy had left Ziling County and entered Kanghe Commune, which was closer to Yang Jirong's hometown and the only way to Longchuan County.

Yang Ming originally thought that he would not encounter more spontaneous crowds here.

Unexpectedly, the convoy in front stopped suddenly.

In front, tens of thousands of people gathered here to wait for Mr. Yang's convoy to appear.

Seeing this scene, Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang worried that Mr. Yang's itinerary and plans would be affected, and wanted to send people down to disperse these people.

Yang Ming saw the car stop suddenly and asked Chen Zhenhua to see what was going on.

"Boss, there is another group of spontaneous people welcoming you in front of you. They didn't want to do anything, but Mr. Shen and the others wanted to send people to drive them away."

Send someone to drive away?

How does this work?
In any case, these people are their own folks.

Yang Ming got out of the car in a hurry.

When Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang were about to send someone to tell those people to leave, Yang Ming hurried over and said, "Mr. Shen, Secretary Zhang, they are all my fellow countrymen, how could you drive them away like that?

"Mr. Yang, we are worried about affecting your itinerary plan and your safety. So."

Yang Ming didn't say anything.

He went directly to the front, and he saw many men, women and children in ordinary clothes, even some ragged clothes, waiting in the cold wind and light rain.

These people are not only from the vicinity of Kanghe Commune, but also from other places. They also heard that the richest man in Xiangjiang, Mr. Yang from their hometown came back from Xiangjiang for the first time.

So, they want to see it too.

At this time, they saw many small cars appearing on the highway, and they thought it must be Mr. Yang and others, and they were very excited.

Tens of thousands of people shouted there.

"Mr. Yang is back!"

"Welcome Mr. Yang home!"

. . .

Except for not holding up banners, these people's welcome and enthusiasm for Mr. Yang's return did not lose to those in Ziling County just now.

They stood on both sides of the road, some even stood in the fields, and some stood on the trees. They just watched and shouted there, as if they really saw Yang Ming.

Yang Ming originally wanted to go there, but when he saw this scene, he sighed again.

There are so many people like this in the country.

He knew that it was not something he could solve, but only one person.

That is the old gentleman who is far away in Yanjing.

The promise I made to those 10 people is ultimately based on the foundation and support of the old man. Otherwise, no matter how rich he is and how much investment opportunities he has, so what?
There is only one person who can really change the fate of these people.

That's the old gentleman.

Just now, Yang Ming has been in the limelight once.

Why bother to be in the limelight again.

Thinking of this, he really had to admire how powerful Li Jiacheng was.

Li Jiacheng is cautious by nature, and every step he takes has his plan, what should be done and what should not be done, the other party seems to be very clear.

On the contrary, Yang Ming's performance just now seemed a little youthful.However, Yang Ming knew that he didn't regret it. What he did was from the bottom of his heart, from his heart.

Just as he thought, no matter what the cost, he must at least let the people in his hometown solve the problem of food and clothing first.

Seeing that Yang Ming turned around and got into the car without going to the crowd, Mr. Shen, Secretary Zhang and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

They did not dare to actually expel those who were welcoming Mr. Yang back.

These people are all from Mr. Yang's hometown.

To drive the fellow villagers who came to meet him like that is to disrespect Mr. Yang!
When Yang Ming got into the car, Yang Jirong and his wife thought that Yang Ming would go to talk to the villagers as before, but they finally saw Yang Ming came back.

"Peter, did you just?"

"Daddy, Mommy, no matter how much you say, don't actually do it. If I can't keep my promise, it will not only violate my conscience, but I will even feel sorry for them."

"Peter, well said, it's better to do what you say."

At this moment, Yang Jirong and his wife felt that their son suddenly seemed to have matured a lot.

When the convoy passed these crowds slowly, these crowds could never see which person in which car was exactly the Mr. Yang they were here to greet.

They didn't see Mr. Yang, but Yang Ming saw them here.

Yang Ming remembered these yellow and thin faces, the look of expectation, and the look in their eyes.

He will remember it all his life.

The convoy continued north.

On the way, they met the villagers who greeted them from time to time.

These villagers came here spontaneously after hearing the news.

In the end, Yang Ming didn't stop the car and went down to visit them.

It's not that he doesn't want to, but he knows he can't.

After passing Huangcun Commune, continue north to Yetan Commune.

At this time, Longchuan County, Yang Jirong's hometown, was getting closer and closer.

"Daddy, according to the map and data, we are getting closer and closer to our hometown."

From Yang Ming's point of view, Zijin County is already his hometown.

Yang Jirong was also very excited when he heard it, and looked out of the car window from time to time.

His hometown is Longchuan County.

Yang Jirong, a wanderer who has been away for more than 20 years, is finally back now.

As he got closer to Longchuan County, Yang Jirong felt his heart beating faster and faster. The wife next to him, Li Yufang, seemed to feel something different about him, and shook his hand to comfort him.

Pass Yetan Commune.

The convoy ahead has stopped.

I really can't get past it, mainly in the front, I don't know if there are thousands of people, tens of thousands of people, or 10,000+ people.

Dense crowd.

"Crackling!"

At this time, the sound of firecrackers suddenly sounded.

Chen Zhenhua was still a little nervous.

Yang Ming knew that the folks from Longchuan County had come here in advance to wait.

They even came ten kilometers in advance to welcome them. They brought a lot of firecrackers. As Mr. Yang's convoy got closer, more and more firecrackers were set off around.

"Crackling!"

"Boom!" A louder firecracker sounded like thunder.

. . .

Originally, it was still blowing cold wind and light rain outside.

In the sound of firecrackers, the smoke and cold air from those firecrackers formed a bigger mist.

"Mr. Yang, you can't get through the front. It's your fellow villagers who are waiting for you ten kilometers in advance." Mr. Shen went over.

At this moment.

Yang Ming knew that he might not be able to go down.

Yang Ming brought his father with him.

Get out of the Rolls Royce.

He has already seen the fellow villagers here who really have some relationship with him.

These people are all from Longchuan County, but some may be from the county seat, some may live in the commune or production team, and some may even come from other surrounding counties.

"Mr. Yang is here."

When Yang Ming and Yang Jirong appeared, these people recognized them.

Why would you recognize it?
Even though Yang Jirong went to Xiangjiang in his early years, he was rich and powerful, and his face looked different, but the race still came from here after all.

That is to say, the Hakka people, and even the descendants of the Yellow Emperor, no matter where they immigrated, or what kind of environmental influences they were exposed to outside, after all, they were all of the same race, and it could still be seen that their faces were different.

What's more, when they came here, Longchuan County had a population of more than 60, and they had already heard about it.

That is, in the history of Longchuan County, a real giant businessman has emerged!

That is the son of Mr. Yang Jirong from the Sanjiaotang production team of Laolong Commune in Longchuan County. Yang Jirong went to Xiangjiang to develop. Now Yang Jirong's son, Mr. Yang, is already the richest man in Xiangjiang and even the Chinese.

Compared with villagers in other places, the villagers in Longchuan County know Mr. Yang's situation better.

Mr. Yang not only swallowed up a number of British-funded foreign firms in Xiangjiang and became a Chinese business giant in Xiangjiang, he was also invited back to Yanjing to participate in the National Day ceremony in October when the National Day was celebrated.

Now, this is the first time that Mr. Yang and his parents have returned to their hometown to worship their ancestors.

As fellow villagers of Mr. Yang, they feel extremely proud and honored.

After they knew about it, many people, no matter the person in charge of the county seat of Longchuan County, the heads of major communes, or the villagers below, spontaneously started many things.

Money pays money!

Work hard!

Including ready to greet banners, purchased firecrackers and more.

They even went ten kilometers in advance to meet Mr. Yang's family. They came to Yetan Commune yesterday to meet Mr. Yang ahead of schedule.

When Mr. Yang's convoy came slowly, they knew that Mr. Yang was really back.

"Dong dong!"

"Boom boom, boom boom!"

. . .

The sound of gongs and drums.

"Crackling!"

"Boom!"

. . .

The sound of setting off firecrackers.

"Mr. Yang is back!"

. . .

Shouts.

Man holding a banner.

They are all greeting Mr. Yang and looking forward to seeing Mr. Yang.

When they saw Yang Jirong and his son appear, they knew that they were Yang Jirong and Yang Ming.

"Mr. Yang, Longchuan's hometown very much welcomes your return."

Greeted in person.

In addition to the person in charge of Longchuan County, there are also the person in charge of the Laolong Commune, as well as representatives of the elders of the Yang family's ancestors in Longchuan County.

They looked at Yang Ming and Yang Jirong excitedly.

Put on the red cloth scarves prepared in advance for Yang Ming and Yang Jirong respectively, and send them the flowers they prepared.

Yang Ming didn't understand these customs either.

When Yang Jirong saw them, he was really excited, on the ground filled with white smoke and the smell of firecrackers and medicine.

When I shook hands with them and spoke in Hakka, I almost gave every hug to these people in front of me.

"I'm really interested in you guys." Mr. Yang said looking at them.

"Mr. Yang, your identity is different from ours, but no matter where you are, you have always been our Hakka people." They looked at Yang Ming and said.

He has both respect and enthusiasm for Yang Ming.

Because of Yang Ming's status, they also had some scruples and wanted to be more polite.

On the contrary, when facing Yang Jirong, they were much more casual.

"As my father said to me, let me remember that no matter where I am, I am a Hakka. Here, I want to tell everyone that no matter where I am, I am not only a Hakka, but I still have the spirit of the descendants of Chinese people flowing in me." Blood makes me unable to forget that I will always be a Chinese."

At this time, when these people looked at Mr. Yang, they began to have to look up to him.

At a young age, Mr. Yang fought against British foreign firms and became the richest man in Xiangjiang. Can he be an ordinary person?
Yang Ming shook hands with fellow representatives present one by one, thanking them for coming to welcome them despite the cold wind and light rain.

"Mr. Yang, you are the only giant businessman in our Longchuan County for more than 2000 years. No matter what, you are our Longchuan, and the pride and glory of our Longchuan Yang family."

"Mr. Yang, please drink this glass of wine."

An old man handed Yang Ming a glass of cloudy Hakka rice wine.

Yang Ming didn't hesitate, took it and drank it in one gulp. Apart from feeling the sweetness at the corner of his mouth, he felt a strong heat in his body and stomach.

. . .

At this moment, Yang Ming and his father, who was already in tears, got into the car again, and the road crowd in front of them slowly dispersed to both sides, and the convoy was slowly moving forward.

Yang Ming could feel their enthusiasm, their expectations, and even their enthusiasm for Yang Ming's first return from their hearts.

This enthusiasm cannot be concealed or faked by anything.

For them, Mr. Yang is not only the richest man in Xiangjiang, but also represents the spirit, pride and glory of their Longchuan people.

In Longchuan, Mr. Yang was not the only wealthy businessman from the beginning to the end. There were also many wealthy businessmen who went to Xiangjiang and even overseas in Southeast Asia. However, Mr. Yang was the first one who could make a name for himself like Mr. Yang now.

The convoy slowly headed north.

When Yang Ming thought that the road ahead was still a difficult dirt road, and it was still very difficult, Yang Ming didn't expect it.

Now the road is not a dirt road, nor is it a hardened cement road.

This is clearly a flat stone road covered with stones.

How on earth is this possible?
Yang Ming didn't know, he guessed, it must be the same as the people in Longchuan County who welcomed him back, they should have made it day and night these days.

No wonder, when Yang Ming shook hands with some villagers just now, he felt that their hands were a bit rough, and there were new scars on the palms and even arms. How did it come about?
When thinking of this, Yang Ming's eyes turned red again.

Although he tried hard to control his emotions, his eyes couldn't help but flow out.

At this moment, he once again felt the warmth from his hometown.

He also finally understood why his father always wanted to come back, why did he cry like that when he learned that he was coming back?
"Peter." Li Yufang looked at her precious son.

She was in the car just now and didn't get out of the car.

She could also feel the welcome of the folks in Longchuan County for the return of Yang Jirong and his son.

"Mommy, I will repay them tenfold for what they have paid."

. . .

This nearly ten kilometers of dirt road turned out to be dilapidated.

In the past, when it was raining, it was easy to get stuck in the mud.

In order to catch up with work and wait for Mr. Yang to have a good road when he came back, tens of 10 people in Longchuan County, and even the surrounding villagers, spent two or three days to contribute money and effort, and finally put this stone over ten kilometers away. The road is paved.

How exactly is this done?
Yang Ming really couldn't believe it.

What kind of force made them do it?

Could it be that Mr. Shen, Secretary Zhang and others told them to do that?
Yang Ming seemed impossible.

If that's the case, why wait until today!
Yang Ming was in the car, looking at the villagers outside who had been waving their hands and calling his name to them, and at the flat stone road below representing the continuous efforts of hundreds of thousands of villagers.

He no longer knows how to describe his mood at this moment.

anytime, anywhere
dear in heart
blood in the heart
The surging voice of China

Even if you are born in a foreign country, it will not change

He was not born here, nor did he grow up here, but at this moment, Yang Ming really felt that he seemed to be born here and grew up here, as if the blood flowing on his body came from here.

. . .

Yang Ming felt passionate, and felt that he didn't know how to face them.

He didn't dare to make any promises to these folks and elders who welcomed him so easily, because he was afraid that he would not be able to do so, and even, he was afraid that he would change in the future, become different from what he is now, and finally make these folks and elders treat him disappointment.

Perhaps, these people came to welcome them from the beginning to the end, and they didn't expect anything else. They just thought that Mr. Yang was the richest man in Xiangjiang and the richest Chinese, and his influence was getting bigger and bigger. They are the pride of Longchuan County and even the Yang family.

They came to welcome Yang Ming from the bottom of their hearts, and they didn't ask Yang Ming for anything from the beginning to the end.

However, Yang Ming knew that he felt that he owed them that way.

Along the way, there was the sound of gongs and drums behind me.

Along the way, the firecrackers did not stop.

Along the way, the folks from Longchuan County greeted them here.

Ten kilometers is not a very long road.

However, it took more than two hours to drive.

Yang Ming didn't know how long these villagers, who were dressed in ragged clothes and even braved the wind and cold and light rain, had been waiting here to greet him.

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