At 7 p.m. on December 28, 1983, in Shichahai Siheyuan, except for Long Jianhua and Yunyan, grandparents, father and uncle, and their family were sitting in front of the TV to watch the news.

Within a minute, the TV came out, "...At 10 o'clock this morning, an epoch-making petrochemical project was settled in Huizhou. This was invested by Xiangdao Group and the National Offshore Oil Corporation for 4 billion US dollars, bringing together the world's most advanced petroleum refining technology today... From now until 1987, Huizhou will rise to a world-class modern petrochemical joint venture."

"The main devices include: a set of ethylene cracking equipment with an annual output of 1 million tons... and seven sets of equipment and supporting projects. The entire petrochemical enterprise will produce 2.8 million tons of high-quality petrochemical products annually, which will replace some imported products in the Chinese market. The annual sales of the products are expected to reach US$2.1 billion..."

"The signing ceremony was Cabinet No. 1... Long Jianhua, Chairman and General Manager of Xiangdao Chongshi Group..."

"Look, my brother~", Yuehe pointed to the TV and shouted loudly.

Yuehua giggled, "On TV, my brother is even more chic."

Grandma laughed, "I didn't expect that Jianhua was also on TV news... It's really cool."

My mother bulged her eyes, "This guy, sitting with such a big leader to sign, doesn't feel afraid at all... she's so thick-skinned."

Almost at the same time, many places across the country were stunned...

Li Yingzi looked at the TV, opened her eyes wide, and turned her head mechanically, "Mom, is this really Jianhua?"

Grandma smiled and said, "Isn't it him or who?"

Zhao Liming slapped his thighs, "Jianhua has already made such a big deal. 4 billion US dollars, 7 billion RMB, which is so scary."

Zhao Taihang looked at the TV and said, "You only saw the money, but you didn't see that he could already sit on the same table."...

In an activity room in Kyoto, a young man looked at the signing ceremony, his mouth was big and he mumbled in a low voice, "How is this possible?"

The person sitting next to him said without turning his head, "The country is strong, and there are often such things, but this project is a little bigger."

Another smiled and said, "This is not just a little bigger, but a billion points bigger. Your pronunciation is not standard."

The young man stared at the TV, rubbed his face constantly, and stood up and walked out after the news was broadcast.

A middle-aged man behind him asked, "Qi Jinsong, don't you watch it?"

Qi Jinsong nodded, I'll go out and calm down...

Behind a courtyard house in Kyoto, a fair young man with a sinister eyes and a hawk-snout nose was squeezing rice into his mouth. Suddenly, the words "Long Jianhua" came from the TV. He suddenly looked up.

Seeing Long Jianhua smiling and signing, his face showed a sick look and his eyes were filled with unknown fire.

The old man sitting on the TV coughed gently, "This guy is already very good at competing with him, and his contribution to the country is too great."

The nameless fire in the fair-skinned man's eyes quickly faded, and he then began to scoop the rice.

It was obvious that the rice was rude, with chopsticks and bowls colliding, and the sound of chopsticks hitting their teeth.

The old man sighed lightly, shook his head and picked up a chopstick of vegetables...

In another small courtyard, an old man sat on the sofa and looked at the TV, with a smile on his face and said to himself, "It has developed to this point, it's amazing."

A fat woman next to her asked, "Dad, is this Long Jianhua from my aunt's house? How could he sign there?"

The old man said lightly, "Who will sign the investment he invests if he doesn't sign?"

The woman sat upright, "Where did he get so much money? Even if my cousin and his classmates are members of the school, they wouldn't have so much money."

The old man moved his mouth to speak, but he didn't say it in the end.

The woman was excited, and she turned her head to look at the old man and said anxiously, "Dad, your son-in-law has no money now. You want him to arrange for him to go to work there. I heard that the wages of those joint ventures are very high."

The old man didn't look back and said lightly, "Who am I? Who are you? Who is your husband?"

The woman stared at the old man's side face in a daze. After a while, she became panicked. She shook the old man's arm in a crying voice and shouted, "Dad, I am your daughter Meng Yun. Your name is Meng Xianfan. Have you forgotten?"

The old man impatiently shook off the fat hands and shouted, "I know my name is Meng Xianfan, and you also know your name is Meng Yun. I want to ask why Jianhua wants to help you, and what is his relationship with you?"

Meng Yun wiped her eyes, "He is my aunt's grandson, my cousin, your cousin."

Meng Xianfan snorted, "Without Sister Yunying, would there be Jianhua? Have you visited Sister Yunying? Why should Jianhua recognize you as a cousin?"

Then he sighed, "Jianhua and his sisters come to my place two or three times a year, but I... I haven't been there once in these years, and no one has been there in our family. Alas, the family tradition is unfortunate."

Meng Yun cried and said, "Dad, for the sake of our serving you for so many years, please tell us."

Meng Xianfan said lightly, "Tomorrow, your family will go back to Henan Province to take care of your mother. I don't need your service."

Meng Yun once stood up, tried to open her eyelids, showed half of her eyeballs, and looked straight at her father. After a while, she cried, "Dad, I won't go back. What can I do when I go back? Don't you want my family to starve to death, do you?"

"I don't want you to contact me before winning? Please don't chase me."

Meng Xianfan felt even more sad when he looked at his daughter who had rapidly "expanded" in recent years.

When I was in Hunan, the whole family thought that it was because of Jianhua's own efforts.

Haoyuan and Haojun later became members of the school department, and their cousin still asked Jianhua and other juniors to come to pay New Year's greetings, and they also had to send some things to them in the middle.

Unexpectedly, these incompetent children actually thought they wanted to get benefits from themselves, and they were so stupid people.

The academic committee members enjoy the treatment of the deputy ministerial level, and they still need to gain benefits from him, the deputy ministerial level. Everything is done according to principles, where can I get benefits?

Although I didn't tell you that Jianhua had already run a large enterprise in Xiangdao, can't see any traces from the gifts they sent? I just believe that the words they said were written by ethnic minorities? You are stupid.

Alas, to be honest, this is my fault.

Even though I knew their address, I had only been there once when Sha Juan was a man. I never thought about going to see my sister on the excuse of being busy with work.

Although relatives often get along, it is easier to be distant without getting along.

My sister asked them to come to see me, but no one in my family had visited her. I didn’t do it well and did not play a demonstration role…

Listening to her voice and looking at her like that, she felt a little guilty, but her tone was very irritating, "Be honest in the future, don't think about begging others."

Meng Yun said "Oh" and walked towards the kitchen sobbing.

Looking at his daughter's fat back, he sighed, then walked to the phone, picked up the phone book next to him, picked up the earpiece and started dialing.

No one answered? Did you come to Kyoto?
Chapter completed!