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Chapter 575 Finally, I know what Dongguan is all about.

In the 90s, southern China was experiencing a surge of reform and opening up, and the vitality of the market economy was growing vigorously like bamboo shoots breaking through the soil.

Dongguan, a city nestled in the heart of the Pearl River Delta, has become a popular destination for countless dreamers thanks to its unique geographical location and development opportunities.

At the train station, Ding Haitao subconsciously stretched his limbs after getting off the train. The soreness in his shoulders and neck slowly dissipated as he stretched, and an indescribable feeling of comfort spread throughout his body along his meridians.

"This train is ridiculously crowded. Forget about getting up and moving around, even sitting down and stretching your arms or legs is a luxury," Ding Haitao muttered, expressing his dissatisfaction as he stretched his stiff neck.

In the 90s, the South was experiencing peak passenger traffic, and the overcrowding on trains was an unforgettable experience for those who experienced it firsthand.

Inside the carriage, the aisle was completely blocked, the luggage racks were piled with bulging snakeskin bags and canvas bags, and even under the seats and coffee tables, tired passengers were curled up.

Some are migrant workers from inland rural areas, while others are small vendors looking for business opportunities in the southern wholesale markets.

"There's nothing we can do. There are no flights to Dongguan. We can't exactly drive here, can we?" Chen Hongping replied calmly from the side.

He was used to it; in his earlier years, when he was doing business, he spent a lot of time traveling by train.

"You should be grateful if you can get a ticket with a seat."

Ding Haitao thought about it and agreed; how many more were lying under the seats? He glanced in the direction of the exit, then the two pulled their suitcases towards it. On the way, Ding Haitao couldn't help but mutter to himself, "What's so special about Dongguan that makes Craig so reluctant to leave?"

The first time he met the other party was when they came with an inspection team. They had already arrived in Jinjiang, but instead of discussing business, they went to Dongguan first.

I visited Jinjiang twice more after that, both times traveling from Dongguan.

This time, they didn't even bother going to Jinjiang; they just sent them directly to Dongguan to see him.

If this continues, will they have to set up an entire office in Dongguan?

"No matter what it is, even if it's to eat shit, we should come here and smell it first before deciding."

Chen Hongping's words sounded pathetic, but Ding Haitao knew that this was reality.

Orders worth tens of millions of US dollars a year! When did a private textile company become able to generate foreign exchange at this level?

Let alone private entrepreneurs, even if all kinds of enterprises in the entire Fujian province were counted together, there would probably be no more than three that could achieve this level of foreign exchange earnings in a year.

There's BYD in Guangdong and them in Fujian; they're both top-tier companies in the southern business districts.

When the province held an economic conference, they were both invited guests, and even state-owned enterprises had to give way to them in terms of seating arrangements.

Within a year, the two established a clothing brand and, taking advantage of high loan amounts and low interest rates from banks, ventured into the real estate business. It's fair to say that they have already become leading figures among private entrepreneurs in Fujian.

They all know perfectly well how all of this came about; everyone knows.

It wasn't that no one was trying to steal their foreign trade business, but Craig seemed to be stubborn and would give all the orders to the two of them as long as the price was right.

So, just like Chen Hongping said, even if you tell them to come and eat shit, the two of them still have to come over and smell it first.

As long as there are still foreign trade orders and a large amount of foreign exchange can be generated, it will be a matter of a word for the province to acquire land, and all departments should process it as quickly as possible.

As long as there are still foreign trade orders and a large amount of foreign exchange can be generated, banks will be eager to lend to them, so they will not have to worry about funds at all.

Various taxis and tricycles were parked around the square, and the drivers enthusiastically solicited passengers, their shouts from all over the country blending together.

I randomly picked a clean-looking taxi, opened the door, and sat inside, instantly blocking out the damp cold outside.

"Driver, please take me to the Prince Hotel." After settling in, Chen Hongping looked up and clearly said to the driver in the front seat.

Upon hearing this, the driver glanced at the two in the rearview mirror, a subtle glint in his eyes, before asking, "Did you two come specifically to the Prince Hotel for a visit?"

Chen Hongping was slightly taken aback, not understanding why the driver would ask such a question, but he still nodded, "That's right." They were invited there, so it could be considered a business trip, right?

To their surprise, upon hearing the affirmative reply, the driver's face instantly lit up with a delighted smile, and he quickly said, "Then I won't charge you for this fare! But when we get to the hotel, if anyone asks, just say I recommended you, okay?"

Chen Hongping and Ding Haitao exchanged a glance, both filled with doubt, unable to figure out the driver's tricks.

However, considering that it would save him some money on transportation, he seemed to have no reason to refuse. "No problem, thank you, driver."

The taxi drove smoothly through the streets of Dongguan, where brand-new commercial buildings rose up on both sides of the road, while old factories with a sense of history were scattered around.

The journey wasn't too far; about twenty minutes later, the taxi came to a smooth stop in front of the Prince Hotel.

As soon as the car came to a stop, the driver eagerly opened the car door, went around to the trunk, and took out the suitcases for the two of them, handing them to the doorman.

Watching the taxi drive away, Ding Haitao couldn't help but exclaim, "I didn't expect the service industry in Dongguan to be so developed. Even the taxi driver was so enthusiastic."

Little did they know, it wasn't the driver who was diligent, but money.

These drivers get a tip of at least fifty yuan as long as they bring guests to the hotel.

If a customer spends a lot, they might even be able to give 100 yuan.

The taxi fare isn't much; the driver can easily calculate it. "Excuse me, miss, could you tell me something..."

Upon entering the hotel, the welcoming staff initially greeted us with smiles, but Ding Haitao's address immediately caused their friendly expressions to darken.

Although the change was not obvious, Ding Haitao still noticed it and was taken aback, wondering what he had done to offend the other party.

Seeing this, Chen Hongping quickly nudged him with his elbow and whispered, "In Guangdong, the term 'Miss' is taboo. You should usually call her 'Pretty Girl'."

After explaining, Chen Hongping smiled apologetically at the greeter, "Miss, I'm sorry, this is my friend's first time in Guangdong. Is Mr. Craig here? We've come by invitation."

In an instant, the greeters' faces lit up with even warmer smiles.

We have to make it bloom; these are guests in Hall Number One.

Hall 1 of the Prince Hotel has never been open to the public, and many guests are unaware of its existence.

Guests who are able to enter here are all wealthy, noble, and of special status.

Matters concerning Hall One are taboo within the hotel, and staff members have never discussed or inquired about them.

For a greeter, offending a guest in Hall 1 could cost her her job if the guest expresses even the slightest dissatisfaction.

He put on his most friendly smile and gestured for them to come in. "Please follow me, Mr. Craig is in Hall One. I'll take you there." The journey went from noisy to quiet.

The two of them finally realized that this was not a hotel at all; it was just a case of false advertising.

Along the way, the surging waves came head to head, and the soft, pinkish-white flesh assaulted the eyes.

Ding Haitao said, "I know what Dongguan has to offer now."

This stuff really doesn't work on Jinjiang.

His eyes darted around, his lower body was erect, and all the way he kept thinking to himself, "Pah, a bunch of old perverts from America."

Upon arriving at the so-called Hall One, the entire environment had changed.

Without the previous hustle and bustle, this place is like a paradise in the middle of the city.

But this is the environment, not the service.

What's the deal with the group of heavily armed American female soldiers waiting outside the field?

The population is predominantly of Asian descent, but also includes white and black people.

Peacekeeping troops? When they entered a huge private room, the scene inside left the two speechless.

what do you mean.

So, the outside is a peacekeeping force, and the inside is a UN field hospital?

Nurses of all races and in all sorts of uniforms were inside, and a group of white people were playing hide-and-seek, creating a scene of melodious voices and laughter.

Just as Ding Haitao was at a loss, unsure whether he should disturb him, he was suddenly embraced.

"Haha, I've got you!"

"Wait, something's not right with these clothes."

The other person took off his blindfold, and Ding Haitao and he made eye contact, then both gave awkward dry laughs.

"Hehe, Director Chen, what a coincidence, we meet again."