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

In a certain place in Southwest China, a large number of people came today for the inauguration ceremony of a hospital and a school.

"...Now, please welcome Mr. Zhang Zongyi to cut the ribbon for Zhang Zongyi Primary and Secondary School..."

The host was the principal of a primary and secondary school here. He was also very happy because the previous schools were not good. Last year, Zhang Zongyi came and brought people to rebuild a primary and secondary school.

The principal was very happy at the time, but he was also worried that the school building might collapse one day.

After the ribbon-cutting ceremony, the education bureau leader pulled Zhang Zongyi aside and said, "How is your father? He brought people here back then and built a lot of schools. I was just a junior cadre back then. Thinking back on those days, I really miss those times."

"He's too busy and rarely home. Last year, he heard that the schools and hospitals here were old and asked me to come and help rebuild one."

"Good boy, you must eat lunch in the county. It's on me."

"Uncle, then I'll accept your offer. I'm sorry to be troubling you." Zhang Zongyi was very gentle; his mother had raised him very well.

"What do you mean by 'causing trouble'? You're just like your father, all bookish and refined. There's not much to eat here, I'm afraid you won't be used to it."

As they were leaving, one of the students said, "Isn't that the big star who donated money to build our school? He doesn't look like him at all."

"Our school is called Zhang Zongyi Middle School. I heard that it's not just here; there's also the Zhang Family Charity Township Primary and Secondary School, which was built a few years ago in the neighboring township."

"That's not all, there are many more. I've heard that many schools in this remote area have been built by the Zhang Charitable Foundation."

"There's also the Zhang's Charitable Hospital near my uncle's house..."

Zhang Zongyi was naturally unaware that someone had already linked him with the Zhang's Global Charitable Foundation.

"This is Teacher Lin, this is Teacher Chen, this is Teacher Wang... They were arranged by your father to teach here. He said that if you want to get promoted, you have to teach here for a year first. Sigh, your father really went to great lengths."

"Teachers, you can just call me Xiao Zhang."

"Are you the boss's son? Or a big star? I recognized you right away; I didn't expect you to have such a good temper. The boss has a worthy successor."

"The boss put me here with good intentions."

……

After lunch, Zhang Zongyi attended the hospital's inauguration ceremony that afternoon. Having finished there, he headed to the next county. After saying goodbye to those who saw him off, he was a little tired and leaned back in the car, closing his eyes to rest.

"Young master, if you are tired, please rest tomorrow; I will report to the master."

"It's alright, Uncle Lin, you can rest in the car. You're so old, and you're still running around with me. It must be hard on you," Zhang Zongyi said apologetically.

"The master and mistress were worried about you and were afraid that others would not take good care of you, so they specially asked me to come and take care of your daily life."

Hearing Lin Bo's words, Zhang Zongyi said somewhat embarrassedly, "It's all my fault for making you suffer."

"It's alright, young master. I've watched you brothers grow up. You're going on a long trip and have no experience. I'm worried about you."

……

Although the roads were relatively well-maintained, the journey was still quite bumpy and arduous in many places. They arrived at the next county town that day, where they were greeted by people.

That evening, staff from the Lihua Group picked them up and took them to their hotel.

"Young Master."

"Okay, everyone, let's go in. Don't make a big fuss in the future, it's not good if people see us." He followed Uncle Lin and went into the hotel first. In this small county, only the Lihua Hotel was doing well, but it was also used as an office.

"Young master, this is your room."

"Thanks for your hard work."

After Zhang Zongyi made the arrangements, they all left, knowing that it had been a long and arduous process.

"Oh, so this is the boss's son! He's handsome and has a good temper."

"It would be perfect if he could inherit the boss's business."

"uh-huh!"

"Excuse me, supervisor, we'll get back to work."

The supervisor said, "Just focus on your work and don't think about anything else." Although he said that, he was just saying it for show. He also felt that what these people said was right. Who wouldn't want a good boss?

Although he had never met the boss's other children, he felt that this young master—well, they still call him young master in Hong Kong—was very nice.

In recent years, companies associated with the Zhang family have been building schools, hospitals, nursing homes, and aid stations for women and children across the mainland, making the Zhang family's philanthropic work very successful, but for many years, they have remained relatively unknown.

Zhang Zongyi was also sent down by Zhang San to gain experience and witness the hardships and injustices of life. Some people are born as beasts of burden, while others are born into privilege.

Since last year, he has been investing his earnings in the construction of schools in the southwest region. Because of the high-quality materials used, these schools can now withstand severe natural disasters.

This time, he donated more than 30 schools, so he had to ask for a month's leave in advance. He didn't expect that asking for leave would be so easy, such a long vacation, and so very easy.

After dinner, as he was preparing to rest, he received a call from home. It was from Zhang San in California.

"Sōichi, come back and report your experience to me. Also, don't overwork yourself there, and make sure you get some rest."

Then He Meitian called, telling her son to take care of his health and to ask someone else to do anything he needed.

……

Zhang Zongyi also felt that his mother, who was so young, was actually a chatterbox.

"Mommy, I understand. If that doesn't work out, there's always my dad, right?"

"Him? Hmph, who knows which woman he's messing around with again."

Zhang San would go back to see He Meitian and her two children every now and then. This often made He Meitian feel uncomfortable.

She knew that Zhang San was a complete jerk. But there was nothing she could do; she knew that Zhang San would be the same whether he had money or not.

Zhang Zongyi comforted her, "Mommy, don't be angry." He knew in his heart, and his mother knew it too, that Zhang San did indeed have other women outside.

Leaving aside others, there's Chai Xiaofen and her two children. Guan Meiren is another story; the three of them lived together at the time. There's also Zhou Huimin… As for the others, I haven't paid attention in recent years, so I don't know if they're still around.

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Zongyi lay in bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time. He thought of the praise people had given him during the day, and then of his mother's complaints, his heart filled with mixed feelings. He knew that his current achievements were inseparable from his parents' support, but he also hoped to achieve success through his own efforts… Was it that his effortless success was no longer appealing, or was his approach wrong?

The next day, Zhang Zongyi got up early and continued to inspect the construction progress of schools and hospitals in other places...