The officials deliberately allowed the $100 million bet of the century, and the news quickly spread throughout the Magic City.
They also want to use the influence of Zheng Yaoyang and Li Jiacheng to build momentum for the Pudong development next year.
After all, one of the two parties to the bet is the youngest richest man in Hong Kong, the other is a well-known real estate tycoon, and the witness is also the top leader in the Magic City.
Early the next morning, after hearing the news, the people of Magic City came to the bank of the Huangpu River in Lujiazui in groups with the mentality of hearing what they heard and seeing what they saw.
Zheng Yaoyang invested US$100,000, and the mayor's secretary personally ordered that after they left, the municipal construction team began planning the construction project of the pavilion.
A yellow construction warning line has been put up along the riverside, and several Class A garden designers are conducting on-the-spot inspections.
One hundred thousand dollars just to build a pavilion, they have never fought such a wealthy battle.
Some people forget about it after watching it, and just treat it as a fun show to satisfy their after-dinner conversation.
Some people, looking at the still deserted Pudong, had strange thoughts in their hearts.
The God of Wealth guides the way!
Perhaps a few decades later, some people will work as rent collectors in Pudong New Area, while others will still guard the old and poor in Puxi.
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On the 29th, Hong Kong businessmen ended their group sightseeing activities, and on the 30th it was time for everyone to have free activities.
It’s difficult to get things done when there are so many people. They come to the Magic City not just for fun and sightseeing.
For example, Li Laoguo, the boss of Sun Hung Kai, saw that Zheng Yaoyang was so confident in the development of Pudong.
No longer hesitating, he immediately booked 400,000 square meters of land, which will be the future International Financial Center.
Another example is Aomen Lao He. Every time he comes to the mainland, he must make a super large amount of charitable investment.
After all, his money came from a shady source, Aomen's geographical location is not as good as that of Xiangjiang, and he needs to serve the motherland even more.
On the other side, Zheng Yaoyang declined the invitation of the second generation and came to the Institute of Optics and met Wang Minzhi.
In the middle of this year, the Institute of Optics received an order from Guo Kongli and investment from Zheng Yaoyang.
Their status in the scientific research community has changed from the past, and no one will accuse them of not doing their job properly.
A self-developed machine the size of a car can be sold for half a million dollars, or US dollars.
Selling five units at once, although the investment has not yet been recovered, it also gives people a glimmer of hope.
Wang Minzhi couldn't help but burst into tears as he talked. They did not live up to the expectations of the organization.
People's hard-earned money is being spent on useless scientific research. Not only the public thinks so, but even members of some institutions think so too.
It is difficult for outsiders to understand the pressure they face. Before meeting Zheng Yaoyang, it was common for mud to be thrown at the entrance of the institute.
After all, before the millennium, the people were more vigorous and virtuous, and as long as they could take action, they would not beep.
After a while, Wang Minzhi wiped the corners of his eyes and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Mr. Zheng, I'm a little rude. Why did you come here today?"
Zheng Yaoyang didn't mind either. He smiled and said, "I'm here for a walk today if I have nothing to do. I plan to order ten more photolithography machines from you by the way."
"However, it must be delivered before December. Our company's communicators are planning to be mass-produced. The original photolithography machine has insufficient production capacity."
Wang Minzhi's eyes suddenly widened, and he was so excited that he couldn't describe it. He suddenly held Zheng Yaoyang's hand and said, "I really don't know what to say, Mr. Zheng, thank you so much, thank you so much."
"Director Wang, you are too strong in your words."
Zheng Yaoyang could not resist Wang Minzhi's enthusiasm, so he quickly changed the subject and asked: "By the way, how is the development progress of the latest lithography machine?"
"You should know that Tsinghua Laboratory's communication technology has made breakthrough progress. The chips produced by the current model of photolithography machines can no longer meet our needs for the next generation of communicators."
Wang Minzhi seemed to be worried, hesitated for a long time, and whispered: "Mr. Zheng, just don't worry. We will not hold you back."
Zheng Yaoyang was puzzled, then showed a look of understanding.
Chinese people like to hide their stupidity, and mainland R&D institutions are among the best. They are one generation in research, one generation in hiding, and another in the open.
After receiving Wang Minzhi's affirmative reply, Zheng Yaoyang did not stay long and left the institute after lunch.
The lithography machine has been basically finalized, and the first phase of the industrial park is almost completed. Now with the remaining digital communication technology, I hope the Tsinghua Laboratory will not disappoint him.
"Now we have to take steps... move forward boldly... thousands of years of hard life have been enough..."
Passing by the People's Square in Shanghai, there were crowds of people, and someone was giving a speech with a loudspeaker. What he vaguely heard sounded like a resolute reformist.
"Which fierce man is this?"
Zheng Yaoyang was curious and asked the driver to pull over.
He and Zhang Qifeng walked into People's Square.
On a high platform not far from the roadside, there was a middle-aged man in his forties with a weathered face.
Holding a loudspeaker, with a red face and thick neck, he talked about the benefits of reform and opening up in the mainland to the people.
That is to say, this kind of thing can only happen during this wild and special period. If it were thirty years later, he would probably be arrested for picking quarrels and provoking trouble.
Zheng Yaoyang listened for a while, then asked the brother beside him with great interest, and said with a smile: "Brother, who is that person?"
The old man's eyes were full of enthusiasm and he was concentrating on writing notes. The book cover had a guide to getting rich written in handwriting.
I was suddenly interrupted, and I was about to lose my temper, but when I saw Zheng Yaoyang's dress and the people accompanying him, I swallowed my words again.
Simple jeans and a white T-shirt will still look out of style thirty years later.
White clothes look good, but few people buy them and wear them because they change color easily and get dirty easily.
During this period, people who like to wear white and whose fabrics look good are either rich or noble.
The elder brother's face was full of pride: "He is Mou Qizhong, chairman of Nande Group, the pride of us Shu people."
Zheng Yaoyang was stunned and looked at the podium. No wonder he felt inexplicably familiar before.
After the drastic changes in Eastern Europe at the beginning of the year, people in the Soviet Union were living a very miserable life. Many people around the world know this.
People also know that their most scarce daily necessities, even sugar, can be sold at sky-high prices.
But knowing is one thing, whether you want to do it or not, and whether you dare to do it, is another.
Mou Qizhong is one of the best, using 500 carriages of daily necessities in exchange for four passenger planes.
He then sold the plane to Sichuan Airlines and made a net profit of 90 million, making him the richest man in China.
If Zheng Yaoyang remembers correctly, it should have happened this year, but it hasn't happened yet.
Because Mou Qizhong is still building momentum for himself, only by building a reputation can he gain the trust of suppliers.
Zheng Yaoyang listened for a while and felt that the content was too fake and empty, full of pie-in-the-sky ideas, and he was not interested.
Suddenly I remembered what Mou Qizhong did.
Some people say that he is the first generation business godfather in the Mainland, which is actually true, but Zheng Yaoyang believes that the title is not accurate enough and should be a religious business leader.
Explode the Himalayas to irrigate the northwest, develop Manzhouli to create an economic center for the three major powers of China, the United States and Russia, launch 800 satellites, and implement Musk's Starlink plan twenty years ahead of schedule.
No one who has read books for several years would believe these fanciful deeds.
However, there are countless people who believe in him, regard him as their spiritual belief, and follow in his footsteps.
Even if he is imprisoned in the future, his sister-in-law has been waiting for him for eighteen years. It is not an exaggeration to say that he has been brainwashed.
Fake commercial evangelism, real religious brainwashing.
Zheng Yaoyang was about to leave, and at the same time, Mou Qizhong also saw him. His white clothes were particularly conspicuous among the crowd who were all gray and black.
Mou Qizhong recognized Zheng Yaoyang, and there was a flash of joy in his eyes. He raised his loudspeaker and shouted: "Sir, you seem to disagree with my ideas?"
Zheng Yaoyang also noticed this, with a contemptuous smile on his face, and walked away without wanting to respond.
The younger brother Pan Shiyi quickly passed through the crowd, stood in front of Zheng Yaoyang, blocked their way, and asked angrily: "Sir, I haven't explained clearly, why are you in a hurry to leave?"
Zheng Yaoyang raised his hand to stop the secretly protecting guards, and asked with a chuckle: "Today should be the second or third day of your speech, right? It basically lasts about eight hours every day?"
Pan Shiyi showed surprise and frowned: "Mr. Mou is teaching everyone how to do business for free."
Zheng Yaoyang smiled even more and said calmly: "Jiang Taigong fishes for those who are willing to take the bait. If you don't want to, you can't force him to stay."
From Pan Shiyi's reaction, it is not difficult to see that Zheng Yaoyang's guess was correct, they were waiting for something to happen.
The purpose is to attract the attention of Hong Kong businessmen. As long as someone takes the bait, they can just take a photo to gain publicity and be featured in the media.
If he had put himself in his shoes, Zheng Yaoyang would have done the same thing, because Hong Kong businessmen probably wouldn't pursue it, and it was a good deal with no capital and huge profits.
"Mr. Mou, are you satisfied with this answer?"
Zheng Yaoyang looked back at the podium, with an obviously unhappy look on his face. Because he knew it would be useless to talk to Pan Shiyi. This guy was a loyal little brother.
At least, it is now!
Mou Qizhong's expression suddenly changed, as if he had just recognized Zheng Yaoyang's identity. He hurriedly ran in front of him. He said in surprise: "Mr. Zheng, it turns out it's you. I'm sorry I couldn't see clearly because of the distance."
"Xiao Pan, are you blind? Didn't you recognize that this is Mr. Zheng from Xiangjiang?"
"One of the protagonists of Pavilion of Truth is still being reported in the major morning newspapers in Shanghai today."
Zheng Yaoyang watched him acting quietly until they finished the play, then smiled lightly: "Mr. Mou, I have something else to do, so I'll excuse you now."
After saying that, he didn't stop anymore and walked straight to the direction of parking on the roadside.
He somewhat underestimated Mou Qizhong's face. He could continue to act if someone exposed him. Even if he only had this "advantage" in his body, he would not be afraid of not being able to make a fortune.
Watching Zheng Yaoyang's car slowly drive away, Mou Qizhong's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. At this time, Feng Lun, who was hiding in the corner, also rushed out and asked anxiously: "Mr. Mou, why don't you talk for a while longer."
Pan Shiyi asked: "Old Feng, don't tell me that you didn't take any photos?"
Feng Lun smiled bitterly and said: "I got the photo, but there is no good angle, only a side shot."
Ever since they heard that the Hong Kong business group planned to go north, they had been preparing for this big drama half a month ago.
Including, but not limited to, bribery of reception staff and barely able to find out the whereabouts of several people.
What they most hoped for was to meet Lao He, but they did not expect such an unexpected surprise as Zheng Zheng Yaoyang.
Pan Shiyi subconsciously looked at Mou Qizhong and asked cautiously: "Mr. Mou, shall we continue in the afternoon?"
Mou Qizhong frowned and said without thinking: "Why don't you continue? There will be Lao He in the afternoon. The play has been going on for so long, there is no reason to give up."
He thought he still had some reputation, but he never thought that Zheng Yaoyang would be so unwilling to give face, money and power. He had never been as eager as he is today.
However, this incident was just an insignificant incident for Zheng Yaoyang.
After all, Lao Mouzi is in his forties, and his period of glory is very short, only these few years.
After the millennium, most of the time was spent in prison, and there was really no need to talk.
If it were Ma Yun, he might be interested, but it's a pity that guy is still offering training courses in West Lake.
Zheng Yaoyang suddenly thought that he did not intend to interfere in Eastern European affairs, but that did not mean that he could not let others interfere.
Ma Yun, my dear, it sounds so sweet.
In the afternoon, Zheng Yaoyang went to the first Universal Cinema in Shanghai for inspection.
The ticket price of the movie is very expensive, only 5 yuan a ticket, but it is still full of guests. It is open at 7 o'clock in the morning and lasts until 7 o'clock in the evening.
The hundreds of seats in each venue were almost full. On the one hand, it was novel enough and high-end cinemas were a rarity. In addition, "Rush Hour 1" starring Jackie Chan was currently being screened.
After three months of recovery and two months of filming, Rush Hour officially hit theaters around the world on the Mid-Autumn Festival.
I heard Zhou Xiaolin say that the box office on the first day exceeded US$5 million, breaking the record of China Entertainment Film in Europe and the United States.
The Chinese are fighting, the black men are kind, the white men are evil, and the political correctness in Europe and the United States has begun to bear fruit.
Zheng Yaoyang watched the whole movie. He couldn't remember the plot of the original version, but it should be much better than the original version.
Although he is a North American director, due to his ability, Jackie Chan's tool-man attributes in the film are greatly reduced, and he is no longer the villain and deputy in the original version.
As long as this series is completed, Jackie Chan should have the ability to dominate the European and American box office on his own, and the Flying Eagle Project can also be put on the agenda.
On the evening of the 30th, everyone finished their work, got together again, had dinner, and set off from Hongqiao Airport to Beijing Airport.
Huo Laozhen regarded Zheng Yaoyang as his junior and took the trouble to explain some precautions.
Don’t ask what you shouldn’t ask, don’t read what you shouldn’t see, and we’ll go back to Xiangjiang together in the afternoon.
Zheng Yaoyang smiled and listened patiently, saying that having an elder in a family is like having a treasure.
He can reversely deduce events based on what has happened in the future, but the twists and turns are half-understood. Mr. Huo can help him resolve his confusion very well.
Two hours later, everyone arrived in the capital.
I wonder if it’s because of autumn that the capital is not as vibrant as the southern cities.
The night was hazy, and the day must have been filled with haze, and there seemed to be a chilling atmosphere in the air.
They were picked up at the airport by bodyguards all in black, and they were taken directly to the State Guesthouse.
Here, Zheng Yaoyang saw the old man. He was short in stature, but he felt that he had infinite power.
Because tomorrow is a celebration day, even if it is at night, he needs to make decisions on many work projects. He only has two hours to communicate with the Hong Kong business group.
I don't know if it was Zheng Yaoyang's illusion, but I always felt that the old man seemed to say a lot of things for him.
For example, resolute reform allows them to invest boldly without worrying about policy changes.
For another example, no one can stop the people of the whole country from heading towards a prosperous and peaceful well-off life.
Facts have proved that Zheng Yaoyang's guess was correct.
Before leaving, the old man said with a smile: "Little baby, Mr. Bao and I are good friends. We all see what you do. You are good!"