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

Chapter 792 Earth-shaking changes have taken place in my hometown!
too fast!
Coming up from the Luohu Port expressway intersection in Pengcheng, it took about two hours to get off from the Longchuan Expressway intersection.

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

This is almost equivalent to the time from Repulse Bay Mid-Levels Villa to New Territories North.

As soon as the Rolls Royce that Yang Ming was sitting on got off the intersection of Longchuan Expressway, he noticed the sound of many firecrackers.

"Crackling!"

"Oh!"

. . .

At the beginning.

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

Now the old family has come to welcome him in advance.

Longchuan, and even many people in Huicheng, had learned yesterday that the richest man in Xiangjiang, the chairman of the Imperial Group, Mr. Yang, brought his family back to his hometown for the second time.

Yang Ming's motorcade just got off the highway intersection.

"Boom boom boom!"

. . .

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

In addition, many relatives and elders from my hometown specially came to welcome Mr. Yang's 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 brought too many changes to his hometown of Longchuan.

They thank the old gentleman.

I am even more grateful to Mr. Yang for bringing changes to my hometown.

"Peter, it should be someone from your hometown who came to welcome you."

The sound of beating 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 slowly."

"Yes."

Chen Zhenhua immediately contacted other bodyguards to slow down the convoy.

The convoy of Yang Ming and others got off the intersection of Longchuan Expressway and walked slowly for a section of the road to Longchuan County.

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

Yang Ming found that he hadn't come back for five years, and his hometown seemed to have undergone great changes.

At this time, Yang Ming found that there were more and more people surrounding 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 escorted them along the way also came down immediately, and surrounded the city hand in hand to separate the villagers and elders outside who wanted to come and say hello to Yang Ming.

The moment Yang Ming got off the car, he still felt thousands of people staring at him as he did when he came back for the first time.

"Mr. Yang!"

"Mr. Yang."

. . .

The folks and elders in their hometown looked at Yang Ming excitedly.

five years.

Back then, 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 to do.

Now, almost five years.

When Yang Ming came back here again, he could still feel the enthusiasm of these folks and elders.

It's different from the first time back.

When he came back for the first time, Yang Ming remembered that these folks and elders looked very excited, but in fact, they were basically sallow and emaciated, not full enough to eat, and not warm enough to wear.

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 are dressed, dressed, etc., it is really different.

"Don't squeeze everyone."

. . .

Yang Ming shouted.

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

"My fellow, where are you from?"

Yang Ming asked a middle-aged man who was closest to him.

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

"So how do you feel about life now?"

"Mr. Yang, I feel that 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 all have the free education sponsored by the Ming Yang Foundation, they all have the opportunity to study. "

"How about your family's usual work? What's your income?"

"My wife and I both go to Huicheng to work, 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.

Except that a highway is enough to change the geographical location here and the investment advantages it brings.

Driven by the Imperial Group, a lot of foreign capital also came to Huicheng, and even poured into Yang Ming's hometown for investment. The more investment here, the 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. If you have income, you can improve your family's situation. It is actually very different from five years ago.

It was precisely because of that that the promise Yang Ming made in front of hundreds of thousands of people was basically fulfilled.

Although some people's lives may still be unsatisfactory, but with so many people involved, how can everyone's life be satisfied?
Like Xiangjiang, tens of thousands of people still live in cramped 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 had a friendly chat with them, mainly asking about their changes in recent years.

"I wish you a happy Chinese New Year and a better life every year."

. . .

There are just too many people.

Yang Ming didn't stay any longer.

Get on the car again, under the warm escort of those fellow villagers.

The motorcade of Yang Ming and his party left Tuocheng Street, left Laolong Street, and went to his hometown, Yangjia Village.

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

"Crackling!"

"Boom!"

"Boom boom boom!"

. . .

The sound of firecrackers.

The sound of gongs and drums.

Even, the lion dance team.

Today was originally the first day of the Lunar New Year, and Longchuan County was very lively. In addition, Mr. Yang, a big man, came back from Xiangjiang today, and the whole Longchuan was even more lively.

"Peter, how do you feel?" Yang Jirong asked in the car.

"Daddy, seeing them getting better and better, I'm also happy for them."

"Compared to five years ago, my hometown has indeed undergone earth-shaking changes."

On this point, Yang Jirong was very clear, if it wasn't for his son's relationship.

Even Longchuan's side will develop, certainly not as fast as it is now.

The convoy went back to Yangjiacun.

Their convoy had just stopped at the square in Yangjiacun.

At this time, the villagers of Yangjia Village and the relatives of the villagers of Yangjia Village came out to greet him.

The leader is Yang Shuhai.

The second time Yang Jirong and his wife returned to their hometown was for Yang Shuhai.

"Uncle."

Yang Ming got off the car and held Yang Shuhai's hand tightly.

Yang Ming found that after five years of absence, Yang Shuhai looked a little older, but other aspects didn't seem to have changed much.

"Mr. Yang, it's good that you come back. The whole village is waiting for you to come back."

To see Yang Ming come back to Yangjiacun again this time, for Yang Shuhai, death is enough.

What does Mr. Yang mean to Yang Shuhai and Yangjiacun?

Now the Wailongwu in Yangjia Village has prepared a rich meal waiting for Yang Ming's family to come back.

"Mr. Yang, we have cleaned up your residence."

At first, Yang Ming thought it was inside the Wailong House.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a large single-family villa not far from Weilongwu.

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