Early the next morning, Zheng Yaoyang came to the Mid-level Villa, had breakfast and headed to the mainland with his grandfather.
Not only were they accompanied by bodyguard vehicles, there were also several trucks that looked ordinary but actually contained the world inside.
It contains the necessary equipment for rescue, as well as relevant first aid experts, who are on standby at any time to prevent accidents.
Secretary Liu arrived at Guankou early in the morning. The mayor will go directly to the hotel when he arrives, and he is now responsible for the reception.
Zheng Yaoyang asked his assistant to tell Secretary Liu what was loaded in the truck so that the truck could pass customs smoothly.
They were also worried that Bao Yugang had an accident.
The hotel opened on time at eleven o'clock, and Secretary Liu invited them to go to the reception desk to take a rest first.
Grandpa looked towards a busy street not far away: "Yaoyang, let's get out of the car and take a walk."
Zheng Yaoyang took out the wheelchair from the carriage, and his grandfather looked at the mayor's secretary: "Secretary Liu, where are we?"
"Mr. Bao, this is Dongmen Old Street, a market that was formed in the mid-Ming Dynasty and has a history of hundreds of years."
Although Pengcheng is a small fishing village, it also has the most famous market in the coastal area, which can also be called a market.
It can be said that there was Dongmen Old Street first, then Pengcheng Town, and now Pengcheng Special Economic Zone.
The urban area of Pengcheng is Dongmen Old Street, which is also used as the basis for development in all directions.
Food and snacks, mechanical parts, and products from all over the world can be said to be a gathering of thousands of merchants.
Secretary Liu introduced with a smile: "Last year, the transaction volume of this street reached 620 million yuan."
“The scale is really quite big.”
Grandpa was sitting in a wheelchair, and Zheng Yaoyang was pushing him slowly from behind. He was admiring the goods from all over the world, and he couldn't help but sigh: "It's a good place with prosperous business, just like the market when I first arrived in Xiangjiang."
Suddenly a familiar smell came, and grandpa was excited and slapped the back of Zheng Yaoyang's hand: "Hurry over there."
Unlike the spacious and bright pedestrian street, the alleys next to it are dark and narrow, and there seems to be a vague smell floating in the air.
Zheng Yaoyang frowned and couldn't help complaining: "What does it smell like? Is it so strong?"
Secretary Liu looked ugly and was about to send someone to find out the cause so as not to affect the city's appearance. Grandpa glared at Zheng Yaoyang and said with a smile: "It's the taste of hometown."
Secretary Liu suggested: "Mr. Bao, what do you need? Let's send someone to buy it for you."
He knew what existed in the streets and alleys, and was worried that being seen by the two would lower his impression of Pengcheng.
Grandpa saw what he was thinking: "Secretary Liu, I have also carried a pole and hawked in the streets. I know that no matter how prosperous the place is, there are cockroaches and rats that people cannot see around the corner, including Xiangjiang."
"But I believe that the governance of the country is only in the early stage of reform and opening up, and some things are inevitable."
"Mr. Bao, that's what you said."
Secretary Liu smiled and had no choice but to follow the grandfather and grandson into the alley.
In alleys, apart from grocery stores, the most common place is a hair-washing room. A scantily-clad girl sits at the door, and one can tell at a glance that this is not a serious hair-washing session.
They looked at the glamorous people and did not dare to greet guests with smiles as usual. Some of them went back into the house, and some even closed the door.
Secretary Liu's face was ugly, and the seconds seemed like years. It felt like a scab was suddenly opened.
Both grandfather and grandson were well-informed people, so they didn’t say much and just followed the smell.
Deep in the alley, there is a small shop with the sign "Mingzhou Sanbao" hanging outside the door and bottles and cans placed at the door.
"That's it."
Grandpa was so excited that he quickly asked Zheng Yaoyang to push him to the door of the shop. He shouted in a local accent that no one could understand and started talking to the shop owner at the door.
Zheng Yaoyang looked confused, guessing that it must be the local dialect of Mingzhou, because he had heard his mother and grandfather speak a similar language.
But he has never learned it. After all, the whole family speaks German, English, Japanese, Cantonese, and Chinese.
If the language is not unified, I am afraid that no one can understand it if they speak the same language as ducks. Therefore, the mainstream of the Bao family is generally Cantonese in Xiangjiang, followed by Chinese.
Then, depending on the situation of each family, they will basically learn another language. For example, the eldest cousin speaks German, the third cousin speaks Japanese, and he speaks Chaoshan dialect.
Although Chaoshan dialect is a minor domestic dialect, it actually occupies a considerable market share in Xiangjiang and other Southeast Asian countries.
Just like his Zheng family in Singapore, almost everyone in the Zheng family speaks Chaoshan dialect, which is a kind of coded language and may also have a connotation of being superior to others.
"Yaoyang, do you have mainland money with you?"
Not long after, grandpa ended his conversation with the store owner.
Zheng Yaoyang turned to look at Zhang Qifeng. Zhang Qifeng nodded hurriedly, took out the banknotes from his bag, stepped forward to pay, and took the initiative to pick up a few jars on the ground.
The shop owner originally didn't want to charge money, because Mingzhou dialect is more niche than Chaoshan dialect, and it is rare to meet fellow villagers when going out, and they seem to be either rich or noble.
"Brother, your business is not easy either."
Bao Yugang smiled. He knew that it was not easy to sell such a special product on a small scale.
Seeing that it was almost time, my grandfather shook hands with the store owner and said, "Let's go now. I'll see you next time."
Zhang Qifeng was driven to the back of the crowd by Zheng Yaoyang because he couldn't stand the smell and asked curiously: "Grandpa, what is that stuff that smells so strong?"
"We have three treasures in Mingzhou: stinky winter melon, stinky amaranth stems, and stinky cabbage hearts."
Grandpa squinted his eyes slightly, as if recalling the taste of childhood: "Especially the smelly winter melon, with a few drops of sesame oil, it is salty and sour, sour and fresh, like a clear spring, refreshing from the mouth to the heart."
Zheng Yaoyang said with a smile: "I'm a little excited."
"Here are some bowls of white porridge for lunch. You can try it."
Everyone was talking and laughing and left Dongmen Old Street.
Driving to the middle section of Shennan East Road, the red carpet was laid straight from the parking lot to the entrance of the hotel.
Large bright red balloons were hung on both sides, hanging high in the sky, with banners underneath to celebrate the opening of the hotel today.
The hotel has sixteen floors and integrates guest rooms, catering, entertainment and conference facilities. It is the only five-star business hotel in the Pearl River Delta region.
A lot of people came to today's opening ceremony, not only all the five leaders of Pengcheng were present, but also leaders from all walks of life.
The hotel was donated to the Tourism Bureau by Zheng Yaoyang, but it is considered a state-owned enterprise, so the leaders attending the opening would not be impressed, and the hotel's significance is also extraordinary.
If the Zhaolong Hotel in Beijing is a landmark product of the mainland's reform and opening up, then the Yugang Hotel is an affirmation of the Pengcheng Special Economic Zone.
It is still named after the Bao family and his son. One is in the south of the country and the other is in the north of the sea. It can be expected that it will become a good story in the future.
It was approaching eleven o'clock, and everyone took a pair of golden scissors and came to the stage to participate in the hotel's ribbon-cutting ceremony.
Bao Yugang is in a wheelchair on the center left, Zheng Yaoyang is on the center right, further to the left are the leaders of the city, and to the right are businessmen from Pengcheng.
Everyone took a group photo, and with the sound of a gong, a long red ribbon was cut into sections.
The roar of gongs and drums and the blast of firecrackers herald a successful opening of the hotel and a prosperous future.
Grandpa couldn't help but wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes. He did the same thing a few years ago when he attended a hotel ribbon-cutting in Beijing.
At that time, his father was no longer alive, and now, he was about to reunite with his father underground.
"Grandpa, are you okay?"
Zheng Yaoyang noticed that his grandfather was not feeling well.
Before coming, my father had special instructions not to let my grandpa's emotions fluctuate too much for a while.
"Mr. Bao, are you okay?"
The mayor and secretaries on the side also looked worried.
Grandpa shook his head and said with a smile: "It's okay, I just think of the past..."
Halfway through his words, he suddenly stopped, his face turned red, and he seemed to be holding back a breath in his chest.
"Zhang Qifeng!"
Zheng Yaoyang looked nervous and immediately waved to Zhang Qifeng to inform the accompanying medical team.
Not far away, the door of the truck opened, and medical staff filed in, lifting Bao Yugang to the inside of the hotel.
As the doctor in white coat appeared on the stage, the people watching the excitement were stunned.
Rumors spread all of a sudden,
Bao Yugang died suddenly of illness while attending a hotel ribbon-cutting?
"Everyone, please be quiet."
Secretary Liu looked panicked. He could see it but was anxious in his heart. Today's ribbon-cutting in the hotel was open to the public. Even if he wanted to intercept the news, he was powerless.
The mayor coldly ordered: "No matter what, try to avoid the leakage of the news as much as possible."
After that, Pengcheng's leadership team hurriedly followed the medical team and went inside the hotel.
After about half an hour, Bao Yugang's condition improved a lot through the treatment of medical staff.
Zheng Yaoyang asked anxiously: "Doctor Wu, how is my grandfather's condition?"
Doctor Wu replied: "There is no serious problem for the time being, but it is best to return to Xiangjiang for another check-up."
On the temporary hospital bed beside him, Bao Yugang opened his eyes and looked at the city leaders, his face full of guilt: "I'm sorry for causing you trouble."
He has been dealing with the media for half his life and knows very well the ethics of those media.
It is estimated that within 24 hours, news will spread in Xiangjiang that he died of illness in the Mainland.
Mayor Li said in a deep voice: "Mr. Bao, you are serious. It's best as long as you are fine."
Bao Yugang looked at Zheng Yaoyang again: "These are the people you arranged to come here."
The medical staff who treated her were all old faces, and he often dealt with them in the ward.
Zheng Yaoyang chuckled: "It's not like we don't have that condition, so we should be prepared."
Mayor Li spoke up and said with a wry smile: "Thanks to Mr. Zheng for being well prepared this time."
He didn't dare to think about what would happen if Bao Yugang really died of illness in Pengcheng.
As an internationally renowned man, he has met with countless leaders and is the only world-recognized shipping king.
If Bao Yugang dies of illness, it will not only cause a sensation in the world, but also mark the end of the age of navigation.
If he still died of illness in mainland China and Pengcheng died of illness, some conspiracy theories might be made up.
Bao Yugang raised his eyes and looked at Dr. Wu, pointing to the oxygen machine: "Can I extubate?"
Doctor Wu replied: "You'd better inhale for a while, and we can check it carefully."
Bao Yugang pondered for a moment: "Yao Yang, go get ready now. We will return to Xiangjiang later."
His condition is too erratic. In order not to cause trouble to the mainland, it is best for them to return to Xiangjiang.
Mayor Li on the side hesitated to speak. Bao Yugang saw his embarrassment: "Mayor Li, please don't worry. We will come forward to explain the situation when the time comes."
Mayor Li remained silent and held Bao Yugang's hand tightly: "Thank you for understanding our difficulties."
Although it is a bit unkind to send him back to Xiangjiang while he is still conscious, it is the best choice.
He was very grateful that Bao Yugang could bring it up by himself instead of saying it out of their mouths.
After resting for two hours, Bao Yugang underwent a simple physical examination. The doctor confirmed that he was fine and could go on a short journey.
In the afternoon, Zheng Yaoyang changed his plan temporarily. He originally planned to go directly from Pengcheng to Beijing.
Now I decided to send my grandpa back to Xiangjiang first, and then set off from the airport in Xiangjiang to the capital.
As expected, before arriving in Xiangjiang, Zheng Yaoyang received a call from his mother.
His mother's tone was tearful, so he could only give the phone to his grandfather and ask him to tell his mother.
Just now, the news that Bao Yugang passed away from illness quickly spread throughout Hong Kong.
Regular newspapers such as Ta Kung Pao and Ming Pao carefully use interrogative sentences as the end of their titles.
Some third-rate tabloids directly use affirmative sentences, and the content of the article is as if they were immersed in the incident, telling the cause, process and results of the whole incident, with pictures as evidence.
Grandpa ended the call, his face was a little ugly, and he said in a deep voice: "Help me hold a press conference."
It doesn't matter to him, after all, since he announced his illness a few years ago, there has never been any news about his death.
But he does not want the mainland to be implicated in this, and the most important thing is to put an end to conspiracy theories.
Zheng Yaoyang pondered for a moment, then called Zhou Xiaolin and asked her to help handle the follow-up of this matter.
With Huanyu Group's current influence in Xiangjiang, it can basically isolate 70% to 80% of the news, and the remaining 20% can only be forgotten over time.
He called Luo Huiyi again and held a press conference in the name of Xiangjiang Telecom to announce that the latest independently developed communication technology and 2G mobile phones were about to be launched.
A separate clarification press conference will hardly attract the public's attention. Zheng Yaoyang knows their moral character too well.
The best way is to clarify the situation and announce another piece of news to directly cover up the rumors.
It just so happens that the company is also planning to build momentum for the new machine recently, just one day in advance.
Zheng Yaoyang told his grandfather about this arrangement and asked his opinion at the same time.
This can cover up rumors, but it's also a bit like using grandpa as a marketing tool to attract everyone's attention.
Grandpa smiled and didn't care: "You still have more ideas, so I'll do as you say."
Regardless of Zheng Yaoyang's good intentions, even if he is really used for marketing, he doesn't care.
At half past four in the afternoon,
MiLi Technology suddenly held a press conference.
Announced that their new communication technology has been successfully developed and is about to complete debugging. 2G mobile phones will also be available to everyone on November 11.
At the press conference, Bao Yugang went through a symbolic formality and told everyone that he was alive and should not spread rumors.
The follow-up will be led by Zheng Yaoyang, describing the changes that 2G technology and 2G mobile phones have brought to people's lives.
It is completely independently developed by them, does not rely on any company, and enjoys 6 international patents.
There was a scattered exclamation from the audience.
The reporters who were temporarily transferred were stunned. They thought it was another rant, but they didn't expect that the rant came true.
After all, ever since Nokia joined hands with Telecom of the Netherlands to jointly promote 2G technology and mobile phones, news about Xiangjiang Telecom's independent research and development has not stopped.
Especially some time ago, Nokia announced its official entry into the Hong Kong market. This news came out within three or two days, but it has never been confirmed.
Sudden press conferences, sudden launches of new technologies, and sudden launches of new machines.