Courtyard houses: Those who are capable are rewarded, and many children bring many blessings.

"Little Cow! That's only one aspect. The main issue is the clash of values ​​between the two families."

"Values?"

"Yes! I believe that your father was sincere towards all his women back then. You are his eldest son..."

Niu Chengqun understood the implied meaning and immediately said, "I can assure the great man that I will only ever be good to Linlin for the rest of my life!"

"Hey! Young man, it's no use making promises to anyone. I've been young before. When you're in love, it's passionate, but nothing can withstand the erosion of time."

"Food and sex are human nature, it's innate, and with your father as a role model, you'll feel resentful years later when the passion fades... Don't swear, it's just human nature."

Having said all that, Niu Chengqun knew that no matter what he said, he wouldn't be able to persuade them.

She stood up and bowed to Linlin's father: "Uncle, I know you won't listen to anything I say now, and you think I can't do it. We have a long future ahead of us, just watch how I perform."

"Little Niu! You're still young, waiting a few years is no problem. My Linlin is already 27 this year, she can't wait for you."

"Okay! I've tried my best, I've fought for it. As long as I won't regret not trying today many years from now, that's enough. Uncle, Aunt, Linlin, take care." After saying that, she turned and left.

Linlin was about to send it out when her mother stopped her.

As Niu Chengqun left her house, he realized what heartache felt like. Why did his face feel cool? He touched it and found it was wet.

I looked up at the gray sky, trying to stop myself from crying. I sighed, got on my bicycle, and glanced back at Linlin's front door one last time…

The family of three could clearly see Niu Dazhuang's behavior after he went out the door, all from behind the window inside the house.

"She's a good child, what a pity! Linlin, how did you two meet?"

Linlin was crying her eyes out: "I don't want to talk anymore, I'm going back to my room."

Linlin's mother chimed in, "We met when Linlin went to their factory to promote epidemic prevention measures."

"You already knew about this."

"Well, I wasn't against it at first. Who knew his family background would be so complicated!"

Time marches on, second by second, whether you are happy or sad.

Construction officially began on the seventh day of the first lunar month.

Yanjing Transportation Corporation became a pilot unit, and Bai Hongyan was the busiest person there.

Niu Dazhuang was cursing the Japanese devils. His plan was that the transportation company should break even and not lose money. After all, most companies were still state-owned, and his transportation company was a joint venture, so he thought it was impossible for it to make a profit.

His main focus was on taxi companies, but there weren't any suitable models available at the moment.

This resulted in a lack of technological expertise, leaving them with no choice but to import foreign technology.

By the time we introduce the technology and build factories and production lines, it will be four or five years from now.

Indeed, being one step ahead makes you a pioneer, being two steps ahead makes you a martyr. I inquired about Xia Li's daily life through connections...

This old car is now selling for over 100,000 RMB! This was in 1980, when an average worker's monthly salary was only 30 or 40 RMB.

That's outrageous! Don't even mention that the Japanese helped us during the reform and opening-up period. This wasn't help at all; it was ruthless exploitation!

Then ask around about German heavy trucks; they're all incredibly expensive. Niu Dazhuang simply gave up.

Niu Dazhuang also sent Zhang Bingqian and her sister back to Hong Kong Island, instructing them to wait until the Special Administrative Region was established before making any further decisions.

Rushing things won't work. We have to take it one step at a time. Niu Dazhuang had no other choice. Now he understands why, in later generations, India always wanted to surpass China. This later became an international joke.

Infrastructure, such a seemingly simple word, requires countless years of accumulation and immense national investment to reach the scale of later generations…

Just the road and electricity issues alone are enough to give Niu Dazhuang a headache.

"To get rich, build roads first," Niu Dazhuang wrote, handing a report on road construction to his father-in-law's desk.

Minister Bai took off his reading glasses. He looked at Niu Dazhuang, waiting for his explanation.

"Please don't look at me like that, it's giving me the creeps!"

"You're still scared? You really have wild ideas! Why don't you just grab a kitchen knife and rob someone on the street!"

"This is a win-win situation for me. I paid for the road construction, and I'll remove it after the toll collection period is over, leaving behind a wide road. Isn't that better?"

"You're really daring. Go back and wait. You've really given us a tough problem. Let's get together and have a meeting."

Perhaps Niu Dazhuang was bored out of his mind, because just a few days later, another report about investing in the construction of a hydroelectric power station was submitted...

The issue of toll roads hasn't even been settled yet, and here comes another one.

That's not all, there's also the port... and finally, there's the trump card, which concerns land use rights.

The report on land use rights was rejected outright by Minister Bai, who even swore at it: "You're taking too big a step; you'll easily tear your balls! Don't have any more sudden ideas. Just stay at home!"

It's already spring, and there's no time to get Niu Dazhuang to come up with a sudden idea.

It was time for Yangshi Lei to make his appearance. Niu Dazhuang had no other requirements, except that he insisted on having a large dining room, a large bedroom, a large kang bed that could accommodate more than twenty people at the same time, and a bathing area and toilet in each courtyard.

Niu Dazhuang only cared about setting fires, and after he finished, he didn't care anymore, leaving the higher-ups to deal with the headaches.

Life moves slowly these days. We've been building sixteen courtyards since the beginning of spring, and people are already wearing short sleeves, but we're still not even halfway done.

Niu Dazhuang has learned a lot; it was all done by hand, without using any power tools.

With the attitude of restoring the old as it was, all the restorations were done according to ancient methods. Tung oil was used for the paint, and nails were avoided as much as possible, with mortise and tenon joints used throughout...

After three or four months of calculations and restructuring, the first joint venture company in Yanjing was officially established on June 6th of the Gregorian calendar.

Bai Hongjun knew what kind of person his cheap brother-in-law was, so he didn't even invite him. Instead, the Zhang Bingqian sisters from Hong Kong attended.

Once the newspaper published the story, the two sisters became famous, and now they receive even more invitations to visit various provinces.

Bai Hongbing found Bai Hongyan's office.

"Big sister, what's going on? I didn't see Niu Dazhuang during the New Year. Did you two break up?"

"How old are you? Why are you making a fuss? Just talk to Ms. Zhang directly; she's in charge of the specifics."

"You know why I wanted to see him, but you sent me to see some Mr. Zhang."

"What else can we do? Attract investment!"

"Hehe, my older sister is so smart. Who's that Mr. Zhang?"

"That's the girl who was in the newspaper."

"Oh, can she make that decision?"

"That depends on what policies your local authorities offer."

"Or I can just tell you directly, and you can then pass it on to Dazhuang."

"Are you sure? You can talk to me." Bai Hongyan's feelings had changed as she spent more time with the Zhang sisters.