Rebirth of Xiangjiang: Across the World

Chapter 285 A Hundred Million Dollar Gamble
At present, Pudong has not yet been developed, and the development focus of Shanghai is still in Puxi.

Everyone came to the quiet area of ​​the magic city, an old-fashioned western-style building, and the reception ceremony had just begun.

The cafeteria with exquisite delicacies is full of celebrities and dignitaries, and its style is not far behind Xiangjiang.

The bosses all talked to their acquaintances. Zheng Yaoyang came to Shanghai for the first time in his life, and he had no acquaintances to talk to, so he found a place to sit and have a snack on his own.

However, as one of the twelve Northbound Hong Kong businessmen, and also the richest and youngest among them, countless people took the initiative to chat.

A young son-in-law walked up to Zheng Yaoyang in a leisurely manner, with a smile on his face, speaking fluent English: "Mr. Zheng, hello, I am..."

Zheng Yaoyang raised his eyes and interrupted, "I can understand Mandarin."

The man was stunned, and smiled mischievously: "Mr. Zheng, your Mandarin is really standard, and my father is Lu Zhenhua."

"Hello, Mr. Lu."

Zheng Yaoyang hummed lightly, his whole body revealing a high coldness that rejects people thousands of miles away.

He doesn't make friends with idiots.

Tonight is a formal welcome dinner, but they are Hong Kong businessmen after all, and they are still Hong Kong businessmen preparing to go north.

This person talked to him in English, which is different from negotiating in the other party's language in a diplomatic situation.

As a son of an official, with a lack of political sense, you should stay away from such people, otherwise you will be in bad luck.

However, Mr. Lu didn't know it, so he approached and chatted: "Mr. Zheng, what are your plans for the next two days?"

Zheng Yaoyang pondered for a moment, then replied: "The itinerary for the next two days has not been confirmed yet."

Mr. Lu showed a happy expression and cast his favor: "Mr. Zheng, you probably don't know that the night view of Shanghai is very good, and it is not inferior to Xiangjiang."

When Zheng Yaoyang was still in Xiangjiang, his personal information appeared in front of them.

Although he is the richest man in Xiangjiang, his preferences are basically the same as those of the young people, and 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 the 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, you can contact me. I have time no matter what time."

Zheng Yaoyang glanced at Lu Tianqi, the general manager of Sky Overseas Trade.

If he remembers correctly, Lu Zhenhua seems to be in charge of economics and trade, with one generation of government, two generations of business and three generations of arts.

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."

With a smile on his face, the mayor stretched out his hand and spoke plastic mandarin: "Mr. Zheng, I have heard your name a long time ago."

"Don't dare to be famous, it's all rumors." Zheng Yaoyang showed a respectful look when he saw the other party's appearance.

Now he is still the top leader in Shanghai, and he will become the person most like that general manager in the future.

The mayor laughed: "It's a good thing to be humble, but it's not a good thing to be too modest."

"Young, you should still make public. When I was your age, I was still studying in school."

Zheng Yaoyang gave a smug smile, and suddenly showed a cute and sensible look like a mouse seeing a cat.

The mayor asked again: "Mr. Zheng, I heard that you recently acquired Heung Kong Telecom?"

Zheng Yaoyang said: "With the development of the times, people need convenient and preferential communication methods. I invested in two laboratories at the University of Hong Kong and Tsinghua University, responsible for the research and development of new communication technologies, and achieved certain results."

He didn't hide anything. To be able to come here, he believed that he had been checked out a long time ago.

Moreover, PHS has achieved preliminary results in Xiangjiang, and it is bound to prepare to enter the mainland market.

The communication industry is relatively sensitive and involves the information security of the people. He needs the support of the leaders in the mainland.

"With such aspiring young people, why should the country be unhappy?"

The mayor showed approval, chatted a few words, did not stay long, and had to greet other Hong Kong businessmen one by one.

The key plan for next year is the development of Pudong, which 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 hesitation: "I heard from my grandfather that he is an admirable person."

He can't do selfless devotion to the country and the people, but he admires those who can.

This leader is one of the best.

The welcome dinner lasted until after ten o'clock in the evening. According to the arrangement of the staff, they entered the reception.

The next day, I got up early again.

Everyone traveled along the river, listening to the mayor's secretary introduce the local customs.

Due to historical reasons, the commercial atmosphere in Shanghai is not much worse than that of Pengcheng, which is at the forefront of the times.

If you wait until the development of Pudong in the first half of next year, the Shanghai Metropolis should be completely on par with Xiangjiang.

It's just appetizers in the morning,
The main course is served in the afternoon.

After a brief lunch break, everyone came to the deserted Pudong, where Zheng Yaoyang saw the mayor again.

He introduced to everyone in detail the key plans for the next year, and even the next three years.

Lao Li, Lao He, Lao Li, everyone expressed that they would fully support the development of Pudong as if they had agreed.

Zheng Yaoyang could have pretended to be dead, but he really couldn't bear to miss this big cake.

Lujiazui, the center of the future magic city, now has only a few small bungalows. After a little thought, he said that he would definitely support the development of Pudong.

Mr. Huo was puzzled, and co-authored him to persuade him in vain yesterday.

After all, in his view, the current policy is unstable and the future is bleak, and investment is just to save face.

If it is 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 maybe one day in the future it will surpass Zhongxi in Xiangjiang."

"Zhongxi? How dare you think!"

Li Jiacheng heard it just in time, and laughed with disdain.

Last year, the GDP of the central and western districts accounted for half of Xiangjiang, as high as US$400 billion.

On the other hand, even if the whole city is added up, the GDP of last year was only 700 billion yuan, which is still RMB, equivalent to less than 180 billion U.S. dollars.

Just such a broken place that is expected to be developed and has not yet been developed, can it surpass the Central and Western District?
"Old Li, you seem very unconvinced?"

Zheng Yaoyang looked up at Li Jiacheng, squinted his eyes slightly and said with a smile, "Would you like to take a gamble?"

"How to bet?"

"I bet that Pudong will surpass Zhongxi in the future."

"What's the stake?"

"The Changjiang Building is square and square, I look at it..."

Zheng Yaoyang said halfway,
Suddenly, Mr. Huo hurriedly clapped his hands to interrupt.

If the bet is the Yangtze River Tower, then the game is big.

Because not only was he slapping Li Jiacheng in the face, but Zheng Yaoyang also had to place a corresponding bet.

What Li Jiacheng wants most is the Bel-Air Science and Technology Port, but the bets between the two are not at the same level.

He was worried that Zheng Yaoyang would suffer from his superiors.

Zheng Yaoyang had a helpless smile on his face, as if he was about to pretend to be beeping, but was suddenly pushed back by his elders.

But he also knew that Mr. Huo was kind, so he changed the subject and said with a smile: "That building is too ugly, and I don't like it either. It's more practical to pay, how about [-] million US dollars?"

Li Jiacheng narrowed 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's a bet, there must be a time limit, right?"

"How about 30 years?"

"I'm 60 years old."

"I think you'll live a long life."

Hearing the words, Li Jiacheng immediately laughed: "I'll bet on your good words!"

The mayor also came to join in the fun, and said with a smile, "Then let me be a witness for you."

It's just that he looks at Zheng Yaoyang with complicated eyes, after all, he doesn't even have the confidence to develop Pudong well.

Where did Zheng Yaoyang get his confidence? In the future, Pudong's GDP will exceed that of the central and western districts.

Zheng Yaoyang smiled and said, "It's best to have a witness, but what you say is useless. I will pay to build a gazebo by the river, and when the time comes, I will engrave it on the tablet so that no one will go back on their word."

Li Jiacheng snorted coldly: "Whatever you want."

Hearing this, the mayor's secretary hurriedly called and found the best rubbing master in the city.

The two people's bet, as well as its content, were written in black and white on the paper, and they signed and pledged together at the end.

After a while, the construction of the gazebo will start immediately, and then the content will be printed on the stele.

The mayor smiled, and also left his name on the bet witnesses, Zhu...

(End of this chapter)