Chapter 287 Bringing Honor to the Family! [1]

Yang Ming's motorcade left Andun Commune and continued northward.

12:25pm.

The convoy has arrived at Fucheng Commune.

This is the county seat of Zilin County.

Zilin County is right next door to Longchuan County.

Just before Yang Ming's motorcade entered Zilian County, he suddenly found many people coming outside.

"Peter, where are we?" Yang Jirong asked again.

"Daddy, I saw many buildings outside with the word Zi Ming on their walls."

Zi Ling?

That is Zilin County, next door to my hometown of Longchuan County.

At this time, Yang Jirong was also very excited. He found that he was really getting closer to his hometown.

Suddenly there were many people outside.

How is this going?

Yang Ming asked Chen Zhenhua to notify others to stop the car slowly. When too many people are around, accidents can easily happen.

Chen Zhenhua slowed down and almost stopped.

Yang Ming finally arrived at what those people were cheering for.

"Welcome home Mr. Yang!"

"Welcome home Mr. Yang!"

. . .

Could it be that someone organized to welcome Yang Ming here?

Before Yang Ming came back, he had reminded Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang not to disturb other people's normal lives as much as possible, and there was no need to organize any welcome ceremony.

Now that he saw so many people outside welcoming him, Yang Ming thought that Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang had specially asked people to do that.

In the other Mercedes-Benz car, Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang looked at each other.

The two of them were also puzzled.

"Secretary Zhang, I didn't ask anyone to do that! Mr. Yang doesn't like to disturb people in his hometown."

"Mr. Shen, I didn't ask anyone to do that."

The two looked at each other and smiled at each other.

After getting off the car, Mr. Shen first went to the window of Mr. Yang's Rolls-Royce.

"Mr. Yang, it should be the masses who come to welcome you spontaneously."

Spontaneous welcome from the masses?

is it possible?

Do they know Yang Ming?

Yang Ming couldn't believe it.

Mr. Shen's expression didn't look like he was lying, so he said, "Daddy, Mommy, let me get out of the car and take a look."

Yang Ming really doesn't like this kind of organized welcome ceremony, which is a waste of manpower and material resources. It's so cold and raining outside now, so there's no need for that.

In addition, it is not good to have too many people. It is easy for accidents and even stampedes to occur.

When Yang Ming got off the car, Chen Zhenhua hurriedly took an umbrella to shield Yang Ming from the light rain and walked towards the crowd.

How many people came to this place?

Yang Ming couldn't believe it. He looked at it and saw it was so densely packed.

It stands to reason that in the 1970s, the population of Zilian County should have been four to five million. How could there be so many people in this county? Moreover, many people lived in rural areas.

Now there are probably hundreds of thousands or 200,000 people here.

Yang Ming saw that in this small Zilin County, there were men, women, old and young on the surrounding streets, at the windows of the buildings on both sides of the street, and on the roofs of the buildings.

Yang Ming walked forward, while Chen Zhenhua watched nervously.

With so many people watching, it's possible to accidentally get swallowed.

As a bodyguard, he has always been the most opposed to his boss appearing in dense crowds.

"What are you doing here?" Yang Ming went over and asked.

Someone saw Yang Ming getting off a car in the distance. They didn't know Yang Ming's identity, but they felt that he didn't dress like an ordinary person.

"We are waiting for Mr. Yang here."

"Mr. Yang? Which Mr. Yang?"

"Of course it's Mr. Yang who is back from Xiangjiang."

Obviously Yang Ming was standing in front of them now, but they didn't know that they came to greet Mr. Yang unanimously.

"Who did you listen to?"

"We have long heard that Mr. Yang, the richest man in Xiangjiang, will definitely pass through the streets of our main urban area in Zilin County when he returns to his hometown today. Let's all see what the richest man in Xiangjiang looks like?"

"That Mr. Yang is just an ordinary person, and he doesn't have a lot of tricks. It's so cold and it's raining lightly now. You guys should just go home."

"No, we have been waiting here all morning just to see Mr. Yang."

Yang Ming was really speechless.

He felt that someone might have deliberately leaked information about him, or someone might have deliberately arranged for these people to welcome him.

Speaking of which, Zilin County and Longchuan County are connected together, and this is Yang Jirong's hometown.

Looking at these lovely people in front of him, what else could Yang Ming say.

"What if Mr. Yang doesn't come back?"

"Impossible, Mr. Yang must be back. Mr. Yang has a lot of money. I heard that he will also give out money, new clothes, candies, and watches to people."

Distribute money?

Send out new clothes?

Handing out candy?

Send a watch?

. . .

There are hundreds of thousands of people here, how can he post it?

Chen Zhenhua was a little afraid of the onlookers, so he quietly motioned to Mr. Yang to get in the car. If these people discovered that Mr. Yang was in front of them, it would be terrible.

These people not only came to welcome Mr. Yang, but also wanted to take things from Mr. Yang.

"I'm telling you, fellow countryman, even if Mr. Yang really distributes things, you have hundreds of thousands of people gathered here. How can you ask Mr. Yang to distribute them to you?"

"Luck, whoever has good luck will get it." The onlooker villager still said that.

Yang Ming noticed that the villagers who were watching were either wearing very thin clothes or very little, not keeping warm at all, and were even shivering from the cold. Some of them were not even wearing shoes and were standing barefoot in the crowd watching.

In addition, some even brought out children as young as three or four years old. Seeing these children's faces turned red from the cold, Yang Ming was no longer moved. He still felt that these fellow villagers were really cute.

"Did someone say that to you on purpose?"

"No, we came here on our own after hearing the news."

"Fellow, where is your hometown?"

"I'm from Langtang."

"I'm from Jiuhe."

. . .

If we say that these villagers are all from the commune towns below Zilin County, then it is not too far away to say that these people are from the lower commune towns. However, many of these people came here barefoot, and they probably had to walk for a long time to get here.

Yang Ming even doubted that these people came at midnight last night.

The farthest commune below Zilin County is forty or fifty kilometers away from the county seat. If you just walk barefoot, you may not be able to get here all day and night.

What surprised Yang Ming even more was that some of them were actually from the neighboring county.

Like those from Longmen, Luhe, and Wuhua.

These people came here just to see Mr. Yang, or because they just heard that Mr. Yang might give something to someone when he comes back through Zilin County?

For some reason, Yang Ming felt indescribably moved at this moment.

He had never experienced or experienced this feeling in his previous life. At this time, he really felt it.

There are people all around.

They are all waiting for someone.

That person's name is Mr. Yang.

One is Mr. Yang who came back from Xiangjiang.

Although they don't know what Mr. Yang looks like, this Mr. Yang is the person they are waiting for.

If they didn't see Mr. Yang in person, they would rather wait here all the time, even if the weather is so cold now.

Yang Ming's eyes were a little red.

At this moment, he finally understood why his father had to come back?

"Boss, you."

Chen Zhenhua also felt indescribably moved.

He was born in Nanyang and later immigrated to Xiangjiang at a young age. He is also a Chinese. Now that he has returned, he suddenly understands why he wanted to come back.

Mr. Shen, Secretary Zhang is afraid that things will get serious and wants the convoy to leave immediately.

They suddenly found Mr. Yang standing in the crowd, wondering what to say to the villagers.

What is Mr. Yang's current status?

What is Mr. Yang's status?

This is Xiangjiang that the old gentlemen respect and value very much, and even the richest Chinese man. Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang were suddenly afraid that something would happen to Mr. Yang here.

The two came over in a hurry.

"Mr. Shen, Secretary Zhang, I just wrongly blamed you. I thought you organized them to come. I didn't expect that they all came spontaneously."

"Mr. Yang, me."

Mr. Shen was a little embarrassed.

Secretary Zhang was also a little embarrassed.

"They are all my fellow countrymen!" Yang Ming said movedly.

"Mr. Yang, let's leave quickly."

Mr. Shen did not dare to speak too loudly for fear of being heard by the villagers.

"Leave? Why go? They traveled long distances, some walked barefoot for dozens of kilometers, and some even walked for a whole day and night. Wasn't it just to come here to see me? Don't I dare to admit my identity in front of them? , go back to your hometown in despair, and go back to Xiangjiang in despair?”

"Mr. Yang, I am worried about your safety."

Mr. Shen said hurriedly.

Yang Ming ignored Mr. Shen and Mr. Zhang.

He stood in the crowd, looked at the surrounding villagers and said loudly: "Fellow folks, I am Mr. Yang who you have been waiting for all day and night to come back from Xiangjiang."

"I'm really grateful that you can come from such a far away place to see me. However, the weather is too cold now, many people are still wearing too thin clothes, some are still carrying children, and their faces are red from the cold. You should go home! "

Mr. Yang?

Is he Mr. Yang?

Why is Mr. Yang so young?

At such a young age, Mr. Yang is the richest man in Hong Kong, or even the richest man in China?

How can this be?

At first, some of the villagers who were watching were still very surprised. When they looked at Yang Ming's dress and how he looked really impressive, most importantly, they found that what Mr. Yang said was very nice and reasonable.

This is simply not something ordinary people can do!

This is Mr. Yang.

"Mr. Yang is back!"

"It's really Mr. Yang."

. . .

Mr. Yang, whom they had been waiting for all day and night, was finally back!

. . .

"Mr. Yang, welcome!"

When the villagers reacted, they really didn't expect that the young man in front of them was actually Mr. Yang. For a moment, they were excited, shouting, calling, and everything. They were about to become a mess. Some villagers even When he was about to run towards him, Yang Ming said hurriedly: "Don't run over, it's easy to cause a stampede. Just stand there and don't move. I'll shake hands with you."

Now, Mr. Shen was afraid, Secretary Zhang was afraid, the accompanying people were also afraid, and even many people in charge of Zilian County were afraid.

Mr. Yang's status is so extraordinary. If something happens, how can they be held responsible?

Seeing that the scene was about to become chaotic, the militiamen and public officials from Zilian County immediately came out to maintain order. Even then, it was still getting more and more chaotic.

"Everyone stop!"

"Don't run, everyone!"

. . .

Yang Ming kept shouting in the chaos to calm them down.

After about ten minutes, the villagers also reacted.

There were too many people.

Yang Ming could only shake hands with the villagers in the front and say a few words to them in person.

Speaking of which, if he wanted to give things to these hundreds of thousands of people now, he could do so, but the problem was that he had not prepared these things.

How could he give things to so many people?

Yang Ming knew that what these people needed most was not that gift, not new clothes, not watches, not candy, and not that little money.

What they wanted was hope!

It was a hope.

Mr. Yang, as their fellow villager, could actually become the richest man in Hong Kong, and even the richest Chinese. In their opinion, this return home in glory might bring them some changes!

In fact, these people didn't know that what they wanted most in their hearts was not those visible gifts.

It was a hope.

A hope that could solve their food and clothing problems.

In the past, they could not see hope and had been poor for so many years.

Now when they heard that Mr. Yang, who was far away in Hong Kong, was their fellow villager and had become the richest man in Hong Kong, they already had hope in their hearts.

"Fellow villagers, to be honest, I didn't bring any gifts this time."

As soon as Yang Ming spoke, the hundreds of thousands of people quickly quieted down except for some crying children.

"I really didn't bring any gifts this time. Since I developed in Hong Kong, my father and my parents wanted to go back to their hometown the most. This time I also wanted to come back to see it. Now I didn't expect that you and I didn't know each other, but you came here to see me in the cold wind and drizzle. I was really moved and embarrassed to see you."

"Yes, I became rich in Hong Kong! But now it is also our family that is rich. Many of you may not even have enough food to eat or warm clothes to wear. I know that you came from such a far place to greet me, not just because you heard that Mr. Yang might give gifts, because I know that you, like me, want to make yourself and your family live a good life."

Looking at their expectant eyes, Yang Ming couldn't say anything.

"Mr. Yang, you are the pride of our Hakka people!"

"Mr. Yang, we don't want to get anything, we just want to see you!"

. .

Someone shouted.

"Proud!"

"Glory!"

. . .

Yang Ming waved his hand and said: "I also hope that you can live a good life like me, a happy life, a life where you can eat enough, wear warm clothes, and even every child in the family can go to school, everyone has their own job, everyone has a stable income, and even everyone can live in a new house and even drive a car."

This is what these villagers hope for.

They didn't say it, but they thought so in their hearts.

Mr. Yang is the richest man in Hong Kong and the richest Chinese. They don't know how much money this richest man has. They just know that their lives are very different from Mr. Yang's.

However, they are not jealous, except for envy and hope.

They came from such a far place, even from the next county dozens of kilometers away, and they just hope that they can live such a life.

They also know that it is just hope, as for whether they can do it, they don't know.

"Fellow villagers, I solemnly promise you that as long as you give me five or even ten years, although I won't make everyone rich, I will definitely be able to make you live a life of being well fed, well clothed, and having your children go to school. If I can't do it, I will be sorry for myself and for everyone who came here to wait for me in the cold wind and rain today."

"Mr. Yang!"

"Mr. Yang said he wanted us to live a good life."

. . .

The villagers were excited and excited, and the surroundings became more lively.

Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang were getting more and more worried. They were really worried that something would happen to Mr. Yang.

They didn't expect that Mr. Yang would make such a promise to these hundreds of thousands of villagers who didn't know him.

If it were someone else, they believed that they might not be able to do it, but with Mr. Yang's status and wealth, since Mr. Yang said so, he would definitely be able to do it.

"Fellow villagers, it's really too cold now. In order not to freeze everyone sick, I hope everyone will go home."

"Everyone go back."

. . .

What Yang Ming said was indeed different now. After hearing it, many villagers began to disperse, but some still stood there and watched.

When Chen Zhenhua held an umbrella to cover him, Yang Ming quickly left here and walked quickly to the car.

"Peter, your father is proud of you!" Yang Jirong also said excitedly.

"Dad, actually I owe them."

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