Courtyard House: From Deputy Division Commander to Civilian, Progressing All the Way

How can local governments generate their own money? They don't have printing presses.

"Shen Yan." Lin Yang gave the order without explanation.

"arrive!"

"Record the National Development and Reform Commission's special approval regarding the transportation infrastructure construction in Hanjiang Province." Lin Yang's voice was like a hammer striking an anvil, each word carrying immense weight.

"First, authorize the Hanjiang Provincial Government, in conjunction with the National Modern Reform and Development Commission, to establish the 'Hanjiang Transportation Development Trust and Investment Company'!"

"Secondly, grant the trust company special approval to issue 'local construction bonds'! The initial approval amount is 5 billion RMB!"

boom!

Five billion RMB!

Upon hearing this astronomical figure, Pei Yihong was so shocked that he jumped up from his chair, knocking over the chair behind him.

"Five...five billion?! Chairman, this...how is this possible! Where would ordinary people get that much money to buy bonds? Even if they did, how would they repay it in the future?!"

Lin Yang stared coldly at Pei Yihong, his commanding presence, a testament to his control over the nation's top financial and economic rules, was on full display at that moment.

"This 5 billion yuan isn't for ordinary people. It's a targeted issuance to the four major state-owned banks in China, and foreign consortia preparing to invest in the Han River!"

Lin Yang tapped his fingers heavily on the table.

"This is called 'building a nest to attract the phoenix, borrowing a hen to lay eggs'! You take this 5 billion yuan and immediately blast open up that silt along the Han River and build three modern inland container ports with a capacity of 10 million tons each!"

"With a port, foreign-invested electrical equipment and raw materials can arrive at the factory directly using the cheapest water transport costs! The manufactured products can then be shipped down the river and directly to the Pacific Ocean!"

Lin Yang looked at Pei Yihong, who was completely stunned into silence by this grand financial leverage, and his tone became unusually cold.

"As for how to repay the money, once the port is built, won't you charge berthing fees? Won't you charge loading and unloading fees? Once the industrial park is built, won't you collect land rent and taxes from foreign-invested enterprises?"

"Using future profits to build roads now! That's the brutal aesthetics of a market economy!"

Lin Yang slammed his hand on the table, the deafening sound shattering the last vestige of the outdated planned economy shackles in Pei Yihong's mind.

"Yihong, I've given you all the top-tier policies that the National Development and Reform Commission can offer."

Lin Yang walked up to Pei Yihong and stared intently into his bloodshot eyes.

"With the special steel production line, the approval for joint venture investment, and the 5 billion yuan infrastructure bonds, what you hold in your hand now is a giant axe powerful enough to cleave open the economic gates of the entire Central and Southern China region."

Lin Yang lowered his voice, his tone revealing a murderous aura that seemed to have emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

"I want you to transform Hanjiang Province from a lifeless scrap metal yard into China's largest home appliance manufacturing center and inland waterway shipping hub within three years!"

"During this period, there will definitely be envious people who jump out to cause trouble. Whether it's the local diehards or those criminal gangs who want to skim profits from the project."

Lin Yang stretched out his right hand and patted Pei Yihong's broad and sturdy shoulder heavily.

"Remember my words. Don't be afraid to make a big scene, don't be afraid to offend people. Anyone who dares to stand in the way of reform, no matter their background, just step on the gas and run them over!"

"Even if you make a huge mess, I, Lin Yang, will be here in Beijing to take the fall for you. The National Development and Reform Commission's sword will always hang over your head, ready to cut off any malicious hands reaching out to you!"

Upon hearing these thunderous words, Pei Yihong's long-suppressed ambition erupted like a volcano.

He felt his blood burning and his bones cracking.

This is an extreme form of fervor—a willingness to die for one's confidant and to burn one's last drop of blood for one's country!

"President!"

Pei Yihong suddenly stood at attention, his heels slamming together with a dull thud.

He didn't salute, because he wasn't a soldier, but he adopted the most solemn posture of a pure industrial man. He bowed deeply, a full ninety degrees.

When he straightened up again, there was no trace of fatigue or hesitation on his weathered face, only a resolute determination that could shake mountains.

"Don't worry. Three years."

Pei Yihong gritted his teeth, each word resounding with power, as if forged in a steel furnace.

"Three years from now, if you can't see mountains of containers on the Han River and can't hear the whistles of ships sailing down the river."

"I, Pei Yihong, will find a blast furnace myself, jump in, and smelt steel!"

Lin Yang looked at the industrial warrior in front of him, whose fighting spirit had been completely ignited.

And on that usually cold and icy face, a domineering smile with great control finally appeared.

This is the knife he wanted.

A peerless, swift blade that rampages through the rotten flesh of the old system, invincible and unstoppable.

"Okay, I'll be waiting to see your results."

Lin Yang turned around, picked up the black coat draped over the back of the chair, shook it sharply, and draped it over his broad shoulders.

"Shen Yan, pack the documents. Tell Zhu Zi to go to the train station in half an hour."

Shen Yan quickly and efficiently put the top-secret documents on the table into his briefcase and locked it with a "click".

"President, shall we go back to Beijing now?" Shen Yan quickly caught up with Lin Yang and asked in a low voice.

"I won't reply."

Lin Yang strode out of the office.

The twenty guards in the corridor immediately lined up.

The leather boots made a uniform, resounding thud as they stepped on the concrete.

Lin Yang walked at the front of the group, his deep gaze piercing through the darkness at the end of the corridor, looking towards the more distant south.

"The fire on the Han River has been lit. But to make this fire burn even brighter, we need to examine the sources of funding and technology."

Lin Yang's deep, cold voice echoed in the empty corridor, carrying an imposing aura of dominating the world.

"Prepare a special train to change its route and head south."

Let's go to Donghai Province, let's go to Peng Special Zone!

Lin Yang walked to the stairwell and suddenly pushed open the heavy fireproof iron door with his right hand.

With a screeching sound from the iron gate, he strode into the cold, dark night of Hanjiang City, where countless undercurrents were already surging.

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The train sped southward through the dark night.

Outside the train window, the outline of the Central Plains rushed past in the night. The heavy steel wheels rolled over the rails, producing a regular and deep rumble.

This unmarked special train is like a steel behemoth surveying its territory, carrying supreme power capable of changing the economic landscape of this continent.

The private carriage was warm and cozy.

Lin Yang sat on a large, soft leather sofa, holding a cup of strong tea. The table lamp cast a soft glow, illuminating his sharply defined, angular face.