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

"Can!"

Chen Dong answered calmly, as if he had already anticipated Zhou Bingwang and Wang Huaimin's questions, "I will provide detailed contact codes, cargo status confirmation methods, and receiving verification procedures before I go to the United States."

"As for deeper cooperation," Chen Dong smiled slightly, "that depends on whether this first collaboration can establish sufficient trust and efficiency. One must take things one step at a time!"

"Comrade Chen, you're right. Haste makes waste. We understand," Zhou Bingguo said, not too surprised by Chen Dong's answer. "Comrade Chen, regarding this operation, the Central Committee has decided on the codename 'Hidden Dragon'!"

"Hidden Dragon! Hehe, what a good meaning, I like it."

The three of them talked for more than two hours in the small room about the coordination and liaison work related to the introduction of the engine. Only then did Chen Dong get up and shake hands with Zhou Bingguo and Wang Huaimin, saying, "Minister Zhou, Director Wang, the domestic situation, especially the research institute, is now in your hands!"

"If the things arrive but there is no one who can understand them, disassemble them, and learn from them, then they are nothing more than a pile of scrap metal. I look forward to seeing a 'Nanshan Institute' that has already ignited its flame and is ready to go when I set foot on the land of Tuocheng again."

"must!"

Zhou Bingguo and Wang Huaimin nodded in agreement. The two personally escorted Chen Dong downstairs and watched him get into his car and drive out of the hotel before turning back.

In the car, Chen Dong had already opened the WTO system's control panel. He used his consciousness to drive the arrows to click on the military procurement series. He looked through the wide variety of aircraft engines for a long time before finally finding the F100 turbofan engine he wanted.

The F100 turbofan engine and complete set of blueprints and technical manuals are priced at US$499 million. Would you like to confirm your purchase?

"yes!"

"no!"

Without hesitation, Chen Dong clicked "Yes," and the system interface popped up again: "Please select the delivery method you wish to use!"

Sea freight!

"air transport"!

Use it now!

After Chen Dong clicked on "Shipping", the system immediately deducted $499 million from Chen Dong's account. Then, a pop-up window appeared, reminding Chen Dong that Carson Shipping's cargo ship had been loaded and set sail from Chicken Port in America, and would arrive at Hong Kong Port in as little as twenty days. Please pay attention to signing for the shipment!

Chen Dong closed the system interface, lowered the car window, and felt the salty sea breeze blowing from the bay. He looked at the buildings along Haibing Road, which were still quaint and ancient. In the bay, fishing boats with full loads began to dock, and the fish market at Xidi Wharf was bustling with people. There seemed to be many more small vendors buying goods.

China's reform and opening up is a magnificent era, just like the tides in this bay, quietly surging in. Chen Dong has already made his first crucial move on the path he has chosen, a path full of risks and opportunities.

That night, the Huaxingsheng Supermarket, located in the Chen family's ancestral home, had a booming opening. Now, on its third day, the sales revenue for just these three days had exceeded 70,000 yuan. At this moment, the Chen family members gathered in the lobby, eating, chatting and laughing.

Chen Zaixing excitedly recounted some amusing anecdotes from the supermarket's opening, making his nephews giggle. Chen Rongxiong then asked Chen Zaixing, "Uncle, can we go to the supermarket tomorrow too?"

"Why are you asking me? Ask your dad," Chen Zaixing said, downing a glass of baijiu, still not forgetting how those brats had extorted soda from him.

Chen Rongxiong looked at his father, Chen Zaisheng, with pleading eyes. His mother, Gu Ying, rolled her eyes at her youngest son and pinched his ear. "Go away! All you do is play all day. Have you finished your schoolwork?"

"I finished writing it a long time ago, it's ridiculously simple, Dad, just let me go to the supermarket with you and take a look!"

Chen Zaisheng, chewing his food, said, "You can go, but if you dare to run around and disobey your uncle, you can forget about ever entering the county town again!"

"I want to go too!"

"If Fourth Brother can go, I want to go too!"

The other children, upon hearing that Chen Rongxiong could go, all jumped up and said they wanted to go too. Huang Lanzhi brought out the stewed soup and, seeing her grandsons jumping and shouting, laughed and scolded, "You little devils, I think you're all just bored and have nothing better to do. Tomorrow, go to the fields with your grandpa and help him pull the weeds."

"Let my uncle go!"

When Chen Zaiguang heard his nephews shout this in unison, he almost spat out the mouthful of wine in his mouth. His wife, Zeng Xia, who was sitting next to him, quickly patted his back, but Chen Zaiguang waved his hand to indicate that it was not necessary.

"You little rascals, your uncle and your grandfather went to the fields to pull weeds. Who's going to take you to the supermarket to play?" Chen Zaixing was so angry that he laughed.

Chen Zaixing usually acts like a carefree slacker at home, but he gets along well with his nephews. The kids aren't afraid of this unruly uncle and just say whatever comes to mind.

Chen Xiangui picked up a piece of food, glanced at Chen Zaixing, and said to his grandsons, "No, no, no, expecting your uncle to go to the field to weed is pointless. He'd probably just pull up the newly planted rice seedlings, mistaking them for weeds. Let's forget about it!"

"Hehehe!" Chen Zaixing didn't care about what his father said and chuckled. His wife, Wu Fangru, glared at him and pinched his thigh hard under the table.

Seeing that everyone was there, Chen Xiangui asked Chen Zailong, "Fourth brother, the supermarket has been open for three days now. How's business?"

"Will we lose money?"

Lin Ruiqing, the third daughter-in-law who had been sitting there without saying a word, perked up her ears when she heard her father-in-law's words, wanting to hear Chen Zailong's reply.

Huang Lanzhi put down her chopsticks and looked at Chen Zailong. Seeing that they were all family, Chen Zailong had nothing to hide and said, "Dad, after three days of opening, the finance department did a simple calculation and the total turnover for these three days was more than 75,500. According to the current situation, we will not lose money."

Upon hearing that she had earned over 70,000 yuan in just three days, Huang Lanzhi beamed with joy, repeatedly saying, "Great, great, it's good to be able to make money!"

Lin Ruiqing's hand, holding chopsticks, was bulging with veins. She secretly kicked her husband, Chen Zaiguang, under the table. Chen Zaiguang understood his wife's plan, but with so many people around, how could he speak up?

I have to wait until everyone has gone back to their rooms at night before I can go to my parents' room to complain and see if they can help get the three families to reinvest, since the supermarket has only been open for less than three days.

Everyone else was laughing, and no one noticed the subtle actions of Chen Zaiguang and his wife from the third branch of the family. Chen Zaixing grinned at his father, Chen Xiangui, and said, "Dad, you used to say that your youngest son was just a piece of trash, hehe!"

"Today, your son, this piece of trash, has really gotten himself plastered onto the wall. Where can you go to complain? Hahaha!"

"You little brat," Chen Xiangui raised his chopsticks, about to reach over and knock Chen Zaixing's head.

"Hey, Dad, don't get angry!"