On September 26, Zheng Yaoyang told Lin Defu that he hoped that the construction speed of the signal tower could be appropriately accelerated and that the first production line would arrive in early October, so that he could recruit a group of people and start training.
After making all preparations in advance, Zheng Yaoyang almost gave him a fatal order to start mass production in December, and the one-month PHS will be officially launched next year.
Lin Defu didn't understand why Zheng Yaoyang was so urgent, but today was different from the past. He was no longer the chairman of the telecommunications company, but just the general manager.
Although he holds 2% of the company's shares, making him the second largest shareholder after Zheng Yaoyang, he is still essentially a wage earner.
No matter how difficult the task was given by his boss, he could only agree to it and try his best to complete it within the specified time.
On the morning of the 27th,
Zheng Yaoyang began his journey northward with a Hong Kong business group.
Departing on time at eight o'clock, each person has only one accompanying person, and they all bring their work assistants, a total of 24 people.
A medium-sized minibus specially designed by mainland leaders departed from East Tsim Sha Tsui, passed through Pengcheng, and headed to Yangcheng.
The accompanying bodyguards didn't have to worry about them at all. They entered Pengchengguan and were escorted by several minibuses before and after.
And I heard from Lao He that there were armed police officers and soldiers with live ammunition in front and behind. Everywhere they went, there would be someone to arrange a response, so there was no need to worry about safety issues.
"Today, I watched the snow drift by in the cold night."
"Floating far away with a cooled heart..."
The inside of the minibus is like a sunset red tour group. The average age of entrepreneurs is over 60, and everyone has a traveling mentality.
He laughed and cursed all the way out of his heart. Under Lao He's instigation, Lao Li also picked up the microphone and took the initiative to sing Zheng Yaoyang's famous song "Broad Sky".
Everyone is in a very relaxed mood because everyone has basically the same social status and the same age.
Entrepreneurs are human beings, and they are also old people. Here, they can enjoy the long-lost life of ordinary people.
At the end of the song, Lao Li looked at Zheng Yaoyang with provocative eyes: "Yaoyang, how did I sing?"
Li Zhekai has been bullied by Zheng Yaoyang. The last time he was long in telecommunications, he lost more than 200 million Hong Kong dollars, which aroused the dissatisfaction of the board of directors. He could only let his son go abroad to avoid the limelight, stay dormant for a few years and then return to Hong Kong.
Although it was Li Zhekai who was at fault in the first place, he should still find some space for his son because he failed to help his parents.
"It's amazing. I plan to prepare a global concert in a few years. With your level, Lao Li, you should be able to come and be my special guest."
Zheng Yaoyang leaned his head against the car window, looking at the scenery outside the window, yawning and complimenting absentmindedly.
They set off on time at eight in the morning, so he had to get up at seven to start preparations.
Zheng Yaoyang doesn't sleep well like the elderly. He didn't know when he got up so early last time.
Especially now, the Shenzhen-Guangzhou Expressway is not perfect yet. It is bumpy and shaky along the way, which makes him want to sleep.
Zheng Yaoyang's extremely perfunctory attitude made Li Jiacheng very unhappy, and he was about to sing another song to show off his singing voice.
Lao He saw through Zheng Yaoyang's thoughts and said with a smile: "This kid may be scolding us in his heart. How can a group of old guys have so much energy?"
Mr. Huo smiled and joked: "Young men should be restrained. If you indulge when you are young, you will know the consequences when you are old."
Everyone laughed when they heard this, and a burst of laughter suddenly sounded in the car.
In the past year or so, Zheng Yaoyang has made frequent big moves. Because of his unexpected emergence, many people have suffered direct or indirect losses.
Usually there is no such a good opportunity for teasing, but if they seize the opportunity now, they will definitely fight hard, and Zheng Yaoyang will not fall out anyway.
Zheng Yaoyang transformed into a boy with a fake smile, showing eight teeth, a group of old hooligans, and he disdained to associate with them.
Departing from Pengchengguan, it takes two hours to arrive at Humen Town in Guancheng.
Because they had to go to Nansha first before entering Yangcheng City, they needed to ferry at Humen Pier.
In order to attract investment to Nansha, Mr. Huo tried his best, pointing to the open space not far away and said: "The plan for the Humen Bridge has been put on the agenda. It is expected to be constructed within three years and completed within five years."
"Once the bridge connecting the two cities of Yangtze and Dong is completed, it will save more than three hours of time traveling back and forth."
"At the same time, this is also the outlet of the Pearl River, so maritime trade will be equally convenient in the future."
Mr. Huo's ancestral home is Panyu, Yangcheng, which is directly above Nansha. He is more concerned than the local officials.
In order to build Nansha over the years, he almost gave up business development and left all the group's business to his son.
Although the group's income is steadily increasing, the group's board of directors will not agree to investing in Nansha without any return, so he needs the help of caring people.
Every few years, Hong Kong businessmen travel north, which is a great opportunity to attract investment to Nansha.
Although he has owed many favors for the construction of Nansha, he has no regrets.
People always have a goal to persist in, and building Nansha has become the ultimate goal of his life.
Everyone in the car looked at Zheng Yaoyang in unison. Because of Mr. Huo, they all contributed to Nansha more or less.
Only Zheng Yaoyang, who joined this year, has not expressed his attitude yet.
Zheng Yaoyang smiled. He had always had low morals, and moral kidnapping had no effect on him. He smiled and said: "Anyway, I have time today. Let's go to the industrial zone in the afternoon."
"After landing, we will eat and rest first, and then go to the industrial area at about two o'clock in the afternoon."
When the local official heard this, he smiled from ear to ear. He had heard of Zheng Yaoyang's name for a long time.
Not only is he the youngest richest man in Hong Kong in history, he also invested US$25 million in Pengcheng not long ago.
If he can be drawn into the construction and development of Nansha, it will definitely be the most dazzling move on his resume.
The straight-line distance of the Pearl River Strait is less than seven kilometers, but it takes more than 30 minutes to take a cruise.
Zheng Yaoyang looked at both sides of the Taiwan Strait. He knew that the Humen Bridge was a good business. It was almost the only bridge in mainland China that often suffered from traffic jams. Unfortunately, he was not qualified to intervene.
Everyone disembarked from Nansha Pier, familiar medium-sized minibuses, and familiar convoys.
Many local officials had been waiting at the pier for a long time. A red carpet was rolled out from the pier to the road. Amidst the smoke of firecrackers, everyone entered the minibus.
The official stood at the car door and introduced Nansha's current investment environment and Mr. Huo's contribution to the place.
Ten years ago, Nansha was just a poor fishing village, with only the elderly, weak and sick remaining here.
Yingdong Avenue, Yingdong Primary School, Yingdong Park, roads, docks, water and electricity, and all supporting living facilities as far as the eye can see were built by Mr. Huo himself.
He knew that teaching a man how to fish is worse than teaching him how to fish. Even though he has supporting facilities, he still needs an industrial backbone.
For the sake of the local science and technology industrial park, he did not hesitate to offend the leaders of Zhongshan and lobbied several large factories with thousands of people to relocate.
The price paid was to be blacklisted by Zhongshan, and it also provided the company with an interest-free loan of 200 million yuan, and helped them open up sales channels in Hong Kong, Macao and Taiwan.
After all, several large factories with thousands of employees can directly or indirectly create tens of thousands of jobs.
When tens of thousands of workers make money, they will start families and start businesses here, thus boosting the local consumer market.
After reading the paper, I finally realized that when I entered Nansha, Zheng Yaoyang couldn't help but be in awe of what he saw and heard along the way.
Huo Lao futurely deserves the highest courtesy of a state funeral, because Nansha is not like Pengcheng, does not have preferential policies for special economic zones, and does not have financial support from the central government.
It was he who single-handedly developed a small fishing village into a new seaside city that is now beginning to bear fruit.
Near noon, we arrived at the local guest house and everyone had lunch, a special game feast.
Nansha in Yangcheng is close to Shunde, and Shunde is a famous game area in the country.
Zheng Yaoyang tasted dragon and phoenix claypot, as well as fish whip stewed in fruits that have not been listed as protected animals.
After drinking a bowl of hot soup, my face suddenly turned red and a little dry, and some old guys next to me were still laughing.
Zheng Yaoyang rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Grandpas, you should eat more and replenish your body."
"I'm still young, so I don't need to make up for it for the time being. Just give me some home-cooked food."