At present, Pudong has not been developed yet, and the focus of the development of Shanghai Magic City is still on Puxi.
Everyone arrived at an old-fashioned western-style building in a quiet area of the city, and the reception ceremony had just begun.
The buffet restaurant with exquisite delicacies is visited by celebrities and dignitaries, and its style is comparable to that of Xiangjiang.
The big guys were all looking for acquaintances to talk to. Zheng Yaoyang was coming to Magic City for the first time in his life. He had no acquaintances to talk to, so he found a place to sit and eat snacks by himself.
However, as one of the twelve businessmen who went north to Hong Kong, and also the richest and youngest among them, countless people took the initiative to come and talk.
A young young man walked up to Zheng Yaoyang in a leisurely manner, smiling and speaking fluent English: "Hello, Mr. Zheng, I am..."
Zheng Yaoyang raised his eyes and interrupted: "I understand Mandarin."
The man was stunned and smiled: "Mr. Zheng, your Mandarin is really good. My father is Lu Zhenhua."
"Hello, Mr. Lu."
Zheng Yaoyang gave a faint hum, and his whole body revealed a coldness that would repel people thousands of miles away.
He doesn't make friends with idiots.
Tonight is a formal welcome dinner, but after all, they are Hong Kong businessmen, and they are still Hong Kong businessmen preparing to go north.
This person actually used English to talk to him. That was very different from negotiating in the other party's language in a diplomatic setting.
As a son of an official, you don't have a keen sense of politics, so you should stay away from such people, otherwise you will easily suffer misfortune.
Mr. Lu didn't know it yet, so he came closer to talk: "Mr. Zheng, what are your plans for the next two days?"
Zheng Yaoyang pondered for a moment and replied: "The itinerary for tomorrow and the next two days has not been determined yet."
Mr. Lu looked happy and liked what he liked: "Mr. Zheng, you probably don't know yet, but the night view of the Magic City is very good, not inferior to that of Xiangjiang."
When Zheng Yaoyang was still in Xiangjiang, his personal information appeared in front of them.
Although he is the richest man in Hong Kong, his preferences are basically the same as those of young people. The hint is so obvious that he believes that Zheng Yaoyang can understand what he means.
Zheng Yaoyang was stunned: "Thank you Mr. Lu for your recommendation, I will think about it carefully."
Mr. Lu was overjoyed and hurriedly handed over his business card: "Mr. Zheng, if you have any ideas, please contact me. I am available anytime."
Zheng Yaoyang glanced at Lu Tianqi, General Manager of Tianjin Foreign Trade.
If he remembered correctly, Lu Zhenhua seemed to be in charge of economics and trade. He was one generation of politicians, two generations of businessmen and three generations of art. It was worthy of being a magical city and was indeed at the forefront of the times.
At this time, Mr. Huo came over, pulled Zheng Yaoyang to introduce someone to him, and said with a smile: "Mr. Mayor, this is Zheng Yaoyang."
The mayor smiled, stretched out his hand, and spoke in plastic Mandarin: "Mr. Zheng, I have heard of your name a long time ago."
"You can't take the name seriously, it's all false rumors." Zheng Yaoyang showed a respectful look when he saw the other party's appearance.
Now he is still serving as the top leader in Magic City, and he will become the person most like that general manager in the future.
The mayor laughed: "Modility is a good thing, but being too modest is not a good thing."
"When you are young, you should show off. When I was your age, I was still studying in school."
Zheng Yaoyang smiled coquettishly, suddenly like a mouse meeting a cat, showing a well-behaved and sensible look.
The mayor asked again: "Mr. Zheng, I heard that you recently acquired Xiangjiang Telecom?"
Zheng Yaoyang said: "With the development of the times, people need convenient and cost-effective communication methods. I have invested in two laboratories at the University of Hong Kong and Tsinghua University, responsible for the research and development of new communication technologies, and have achieved certain results."
He had nothing to hide, and since he was able to come here, he believed that he had been investigated long ago.
Moreover, PHS has achieved preliminary results in Xiangjiang and is bound to prepare to enter the mainland market.
The communications industry is relatively sensitive and involves people's information security, so it needs the support of mainland leaders.
"With such ambitious young people, why should the country not be prosperous?"
The mayor looked approving and chatted for a few words. He didn't stay long and had to say hello to other Hong Kong businessmen one by one.
Next year's key plan, the development of Pudong, will inevitably require the help and investment of Hong Kong businessmen.
After the mayor left, Mr. Huo came to Zheng Yaoyang and asked curiously: "Do you know him?"
Zheng Yaoyang nodded and said without thinking: "I heard my grandpa say that he is a man worthy of admiration."
He cannot selflessly contribute to the country and the people, but he admires those who can.
This leader is one of the best.
The reception dinner lasted until about ten o'clock in the evening. According to the arrangement of the staff, they entered the reception house to check in.
The next day, I got up early again.
Everyone traveled along the riverside and listened to the mayor's secretary introducing the local customs and customs.
Due to historical reasons, the business atmosphere of Magic City is no less favorable than that of Pengcheng, which is at the forefront of the times.
If Pudong is developed in early next year, the city will be completely on par with Xiangjiang.
It's just appetizers in the morning,
What is served in the afternoon is the main course.
After a brief lunch break, everyone came to the deserted Pudong, where Zheng Yaoyang met the mayor again.
He introduced to everyone in detail the key plans of the Magic City for next year and even the next three years.
Lao Li, Lao He, Lao Li, everyone said they would fully support the development of Pudong.
Zheng Yaoyang could have pretended to be dead and paid nothing, but he really couldn't bear to miss this big cake.
Lujiazui, the city center of the future magic city, now only has a few small bungalows. After some thought, he said that he would definitely support the full development of Pudong.
Mr. Huo was puzzled. He tried to persuade him yesterday in vain.
After all, in his opinion, the current policies are unstable and the future is bleak, and investment is just to give face.
If not necessary, he would rather spend his money in Nansha, Yangcheng, which is his hometown after all.
Zheng Yaoyang chuckled and said: "I believe that Pudong will definitely develop in the future, and perhaps one day it will surpass Xiangjiang's Zhongxi."
"Nakanishi? How dare you think!"
Li Jiacheng happened to hear it and sneered disdainfully.
The Central and Western District's GDP accounted for half of Hong Kong last year, reaching 40 billion U.S. dollars.
On the other hand, even if the whole city is put together, the GDP last year was only 70 billion, which was still RMB, equivalent to less than 18 billion US dollars.
How can such a poor place that is expected to be developed but has not yet been developed surpass the Central and Western District?
"Lao Li, you seem very unconvinced?"
Zheng Yaoyang raised his eyes and looked at Li Jiacheng, narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a smile: "Would you like to take a gamble?"
"How to bet?"
“Bet that Pudong will surpass Zhongxi in the future.”
"What's the stakes?"
"The Yangtze River Tower is square and square. I looked at it..."
Zheng Yaoyang said halfway,
Suddenly he was interrupted by Huo Lao hurriedly clapping his hands.
The bet is on the Yangtze River Tower, so it’s a big deal.
Because not only is he slapping Li Jiacheng in the face, but Zheng Yaoyang also has to make corresponding bets.
What Li Jiacheng wants most is the Be-Air Technology Port, but the stakes between the two are not at the same level.
He was worried that Zheng Yaoyang would suffer a loss from above.
Zheng Yaoyang had a helpless smile on his face, as if he was about to pretend, but was suddenly forced back by his elders.
However, he also knew that Mr. Huo had good intentions. He changed the topic and said with a smile: "That building is too ugly, and I don't like it. It is more practical to give money. How about 100 million US dollars?"
Li Jiacheng squinted his eyes and asked again: "Zheng Yaoyang, are you serious?"
"Can't afford it?" Zheng Yaoyang raised his eyebrows.
Li Jiacheng smiled coldly: "Since it is a bet, there must be a time limit, right?"
"How about thirty years?"
"I am sixty years old."
"I think you'll live a long life."
Hearing this, Li Jiacheng burst out laughing: "I'll make a bet by borrowing your good words!"
The mayor also came over to join in the fun and said with a smile: "Then let me be a witness for you."
It's just that he looked at Zheng Yaoyang with complicated eyes. After all, he didn't have the confidence to develop Pudong well.
Where does Zheng Yaoyang get the confidence that Pudong's GDP will exceed that of Central and Western District in the future.
Zheng Yaoyang said with a smile: "It would be best to have a witness, but there is no basis for what you say. I will pay to build a pavilion by the river, and then it will be engraved on the monument so that no one will regret it."
Li Jiacheng snorted: "Whatever you want."
Upon hearing this, the mayor's secretary hurriedly called and found the best rubbing master in the city.
The bet between the two of them, as well as its contents, were written in black and white on the paper, and they signed and pledged it together.
After a while, start building the pavilion immediately, and then rub the contents on the stone tablet.
The mayor smiled and also left his name as a witness on the bet, Zhu...