Returning wealthy individuals develop their hometowns and become rich in the 1980s

Wow! That's awesome!

"This car looks really impressive, and the interior is so spacious. America's car is really something!"

Everyone present, including Chen Zaiguang, was immediately struck by the Ford Vision. Unlike the mainstream Shanghai-plated 760 sedans with their rigid designs, this Ford Vision was square yet rounded, with a wide body that rivaled even the Maybach that Chen Dong had driven.

Director Cao flung open the passenger door, pulled out all the parts that were lying on the seat, closed the door, and said to Wang Yan, "Old Wang, let's take a spin around and see what it's like. I guess I'm getting a free ride, haha!"

"Just listen to the muffled groan when the door closes; you can tell this car is made of high-quality materials," Director Cao said, touching the seat and the control panel with admiration, wishing he could keep the car at his customs office for official use.

Director Wang Yan's mouth was practically stretched to his ears with a grin. He stepped on the brake, shifted gears, and slowly accelerated. The car didn't have the jerky feeling of a manual transmission; the whole process was smooth and without any lag.

I strolled around the plaza where the customs office's containers were stacked. The loading and unloading workers and drivers who were working there pointed and talked curiously when they saw this vehicle that they had never seen before, which was painted with the police logo.

As Wang Yan drove, he kept praising the car, saying, "This car is really easy to handle. The steering wheel feels like it's been oiled; it doesn't take much effort to turn it!"

Director Cao, sitting in the passenger seat, listened to Wang Yan's incessant talking and watched him drive the car with undeniable ease. He then said to Wang Yan, "Old Wang, stop the car. Let me drive it and experience it!"

"Can you even drive? Do you have a license? This is a police car!"

"Don't be so stingy, I'll drive it, just one lap!"

On the other side of the container, the other three police officers who came with them drove out another vehicle inside and then lowered the one that was being hoisted up. Now the two vehicles were parked there, which made many drivers of Jiefang trucks envious.

One of the police officers had already started installing the police lights. With the included wrench, he quickly installed all the lights and other equipment. This officer was quite handy; he plugged in the wires, pressed the siren button on the center console, and the police car started blaring.

Can you imagine what it would be like to see a police car with flashing lights all over its body patrolling the town of Nanshan in an era when even electric lights were rare in China?

Wang Yan got out of the passenger seat, looked at the flashing police lights, and praised it, "Xiao Ge, quickly install it on mine too, from now on I'll drive this one out on patrol."

Anyway, their station has six vehicles. He, the station chief, drives one, and the other five are used by the station's patrol officers. Each vehicle carries four people, so a trip can carry twenty people. If they squeeze in, each vehicle can carry five people, so they can send out twenty-five officers, which is enough to take away almost half of their station's staff.

On Chen Zaiguang's side, his Mercedes-Benz 450 SEL6.9, which Chen Dong had chosen for him, was loaded into a separate container. Inside were some tire parts that Chen Dong had selected for him, as well as some food and drinks, all packed in boxes and pallets, wrapped with a thin film.

After starting the engine, Chen Zaiguang drove out the Mercedes-Benz 450sel 6.9. Its bright silver paint and imposing front, nicknamed the "Tiger Head Mercedes," drew another round of amazement from the people who were originally watching the police car.

Damn it, people from capitalist countries, how come they make such good-looking cars!

Director Cao came up and circled the Mercedes-Benz, his hands as gentle as if caressing a beautiful woman's body, touching the front of the car all the way to the back, and then from the taillights back to the front. Although his hands were covered in dust, he couldn't help but exclaim, "This is a Mercedes-Benz!"

Wang Yan and the three policemen who came with him had already seen Chen Dong's Maybach. Although they were somewhat surprised by Chen Zaiguang's Mercedes-Benz, that was all; they weren't particularly impressed.

But Director Cao had never seen Chen Dong's Maybach. He worked at the customs office for many years and had seen many cars. He really liked the imposing Mercedes-Benz.

Unfortunately, the car was far too expensive for him; he genuinely couldn't afford it. He tried asking Chen Zaiguang, "Comrade Chen, how much does this car cost?"

"More than 11," Chen Zaiguang said with a smile as he got out of the car, hands on his hips, looking at the Mercedes-Benz 450 that would soon be his, laughing incessantly.

"Huaxia Coin?"

Chen Zaiguang shook his head. "This car was bought from America, and it cost US dollars!"

Director Cao clicked his tongue, pointed at the batch of police cars, and then asked Chen Zaiguang, "What about these police cars? They wouldn't each cost over ten thousand yuan, would they?"

"Oh, it's not that expensive. My cousin told me that a police car like this only costs a little over ten thousand US dollars!"

Ten thousand US dollars, that's all!

As expected, the mindset of the wealthy regarding cars is different from that of us. Let alone ten thousand US dollars, even ten thousand Chinese yuan would be a huge sum of money for Chinese people at that time.

Director Cao then whispered to Chen Zaiguang, "Comrade Chen, does your cousin, Mr. Chen Zaidong, have some connections in America? I've heard that used cars are relatively cheap there. Could you ask your cousin to help me get a used car?"

Chen Zaiguang looked at Director Cao in surprise, "Are you sure you want to ship a used car back from America?"

"Is that not allowed?"

"It's definitely possible, but I don't think you can afford the shipping costs, Director Cao," Chen Zaiguang said. "Just the shipping costs alone could buy you a brand new car, Director Cao, there's no need for that."

After listening, Director Cao shook his head in disappointment. He had heard from the sailors who were often away at sea that many new cars were produced every year in America, and many people would change to a new car after driving it for two or three years. The used car market was very hot, so he was thinking about whether he could use Chen Dong's connections to get one back for him.

But when he heard Chen Zaiguang mention how expensive the shipping was, he gave up the idea. If each unit cost one or two thousand US dollars, which is equivalent to five or six thousand Chinese yuan, he, as the director of the Customs Administration, could still afford it if he gritted his teeth.

But the shipping cost was a bit too much for him, so he decided to just let it go and be content with just being tempted.

Wang Yan had someone open another container and drive out one of the three vehicles inside. For the remaining two, Director Wang brought a lock and quickly locked the container again.

He borrowed a few buckets from the customs office and took some rags. He simply washed himself in the customs cargo yard. Looking at the four police cars that were much cleaner, Wang Yan put his hands on his hips and nodded repeatedly.

"Let's go, we're heading back to Nanshan County!"