Reborn in America, I'm serious about making money.

Zhang San firmly believes that he is a kind and upright person, and he has always adhered to the principle of "being a good person and doing good deeds," and has done many good deeds.

As winter approached and the weather in the Southern Dynasty began to turn cold, he couldn't help but wonder: the winters in the Southern Dynasty are exceptionally cold; how do the people there manage to survive the harsh winter? Are they facing starvation and freezing to death? No! I must help them; if I don't lend a hand, won't those poor people suffer?

Thus, the North American Poverty Relief Fund was born, but it is not a charitable foundation in the traditional sense.

Through television reports, we can see that many people are unable to go hungry due to poverty and can only line up to receive limited food resources.

At the same time, a large number of abandoned or unfinished commercial buildings have also attracted attention.

These commercial buildings have now been acquired by the New Era Group and converted into temporary housing for many unemployed and homeless people.

"This is a five-year loan agreement! If you sign this agreement, you can enjoy free room and board here and get through this winter comfortably. Maybe next year, you'll be able to completely change your current predicament!"

A shrewd-looking middle-aged man stood on the podium, shouting loudly at the densely packed crowd below.

Large quantities of food, winter quilts, and winter clothes were transported over.

"100,000 won a day, until the end of May next year, a total of 18 million won, with an annual interest rate of 7%. If you are willing to sign this bailout agreement, come and sign it. You will be provided with food and a warm room to stay in. If you do not sign, you will leave."

These people naturally accepted these conditions. Their reasoning was simple: 18 million Korean won, which at the current exchange rate is equivalent to 10,000 US dollars. They were currently broke and in debt, and had never expected that someone would be willing to "rescue" them in this way. They didn't care; they were just happy to be alive.

"Line up. In addition to these conditions, you will also have to work. You will get better food if you don't work. If you don't work, you will only get food that will keep you from starving. Those who are willing to work, come over here. Those who are not willing to work, go to the other side."

"If you all want to stay, then go and get to work, and follow instructions."

Zhang San was in the hotel, with his arm around two members of a girl group, and said in English, "Can you understand English? No, what a pity. I'm such a good person, I've made so many contributions to your compatriots, I'm such a good person."

If the people at the construction site across the street heard Zhang San's words, they would probably say, "Thank you for listening to me."

"I gave them jobs, I gave them dignity, I gave them hope of starting anew, and I was moved by my own actions."

Although I don't know what Zhang San's compassionate nature is like here, or what his compassion is all about; the main problem is the language barrier.

Just then, it was lunchtime across from them. Zhang San glanced at his million-dollar watch, nodded, and realized it was also lunchtime for him.

Soon, a group of people brought him exquisite food, and more than a dozen beautiful maids stood on both sides, waiting for him to come and eat.

Looking at the table full of food, someone said, "Sir, please have your meal." It was a maid, probably the head maid. She spoke English, but her pronunciation was very stiff.

"A little of everything."

There were more than thirty dishes on the table. The maids looked at the delicious food and their Adam's apples bobbed incessantly. They probably wanted to eat it.

Soon, Zhang San tasted all thirty-odd dishes, then ordered the ones he felt he liked and brought them to him.

"Tell them to come and eat together."

The dozen or so pretty maids bowed, then happily came over, sat down, and began to have lunch with Zhang San. Zhang San had already eaten more than thirty bites and was actually full.

Why is he here? He left Zhou Huimin in Hong Kong and came here alone, mainly because NT-MS recently acquired several large-scale electronics companies in the area.

These acquired companies possess mature technologies and complete production lines, enabling them to mass-produce core products such as memory, displays, and various high-precision chips.

Meanwhile, Universal Pictures was not to be outdone, acquiring numerous entertainment companies and major cinema chains. In this way, the two giants have firmly established themselves in their respective fields.

Lihua Group, an American-owned enterprise, acquired a large number of hotel businesses, making it one of the top three hotel groups in the area. In addition to hotels, it also acquired a large amount of land and commercial buildings.

Golden Globe Bank acquired one bank, while the others were divided up by other North American groups. Golden Globe Bank was able to get one because Zhang San acted early and acquired a medium-sized bank.

As for the largest companies, they were acquired by Wall Street investment banks.

Unlike Zhang San's place, where the air is filled with the sounds of women and the warmth of spring; and unlike the construction site just two streets away, where people are lining up to receive pickled vegetables, chicken legs, seaweed soup, and a loaf of bread for half a day's lunch.

They looked around and found that there wasn't even a place to sit down, but that didn't stop them from enjoying the food in front of them.

They squatted in a row, holding large water cups filled with pickled vegetables and chicken legs. They wolfed down the solid bread with the pickled vegetables and chicken legs. Then, they drank the bowl of seaweed soup in one gulp.

"Ah~ This is simply divine! I've never tasted such delicious seaweed soup before, and this solid bread has such a wonderful texture, so chewy!" one of them exclaimed.

The other person quickly devoured the chicken leg, muttering, "This chicken leg is a bit small."

"Hehe... I heard that some people can't even afford to eat, so having a chicken leg is already a blessing."

"Indeed, we really have to thank this North American relief fund for sending us such delicious food." As he spoke, gratitude showed on the middle-aged man's face.

Just then, another voice came over: "Not only that, they also acted as guarantors for us, allowing us to successfully obtain loans! That's wonderful! And I heard they've already helped nearly ten thousand people!"

Hearing this, the people who had been engrossed in their food looked up, their faces showing surprise. The middle-aged man who had been chewing bread, seemingly venting some emotion, also stopped. He stared blankly at the bread in his hand, as if deep in thought. Gradually, his initial dissatisfaction vanished, replaced by a sense of satisfaction and anticipation for the future.

Perhaps it is precisely because she knows that she is not an isolated individual, but has received help and support from many kind-hearted people, that the bread in her hand tastes especially sweet.

Of course, it could also be that I was so hungry from working that everything tasted delicious.