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

next day

Chen Dong got up early, washed up and dressed, and went to the old house. Last night, because of drinking, Chen Zaixing stayed in the old house and slept overnight. This morning, he was like nothing had happened, sitting at the dining table with his head down, drinking soy milk and eating fried dough sticks.

Chen Zaixing saw Chen Dong come in and said with a smile, "Dong, how much did you drink last night? This is the first time I've seen you slumped over the table."

"I don't remember, as long as I had a good time drinking," Chen Dong pulled out a chair, and Zhang Yi handed him a bowl of soy milk. Chen Dong took it and drank it happily with the soy milk containing an egg.

After a hangover, I was still a little dizzy when I woke up the next day, but after drinking this bowl of sweet soy milk, I instantly felt refreshed.

While sipping his soy milk, Chen Dong asked Chen Zaixing beside him, "Fifth Brother, Uncle and Aunt are going to New York with Eldest Sister and Qingsheng to attend their wedding banquet. Do you want to go with them?"

Without even looking up, Chen Zaixing gulped down the soy milk and then scooped out another bowl. "I won't go. I still have a lot of things to do in Shanghai. Plus, the old house is going to be demolished and rebuilt. I need to talk to Bingkun as soon as possible and see if the construction team is available so they can bring the equipment over quickly."

"Alright, if you're busy, we'll go by ourselves," Chen Dong nodded in understanding. After all, Chen Zaixing had taken over all three TV factories in Shanghai, and there was indeed a lot of work waiting for him to handle.

After finishing breakfast, Chen Dong picked up his briefcase and went out. His bodyguard was already waiting by the car door. When Chen Dong came out, he opened the car door and waited for Chen Dong to get in before starting the car and heading towards Jinbu.

Zhang Yi took her son Ronghui to school before driving to Angel Company. Chen Zaixing had already drunk his third bowl of soy milk. Huang Bingkun, heavily pregnant, walked in and greeted Chen Xiangui and Huang Lanzhi with a smile, "Uncle Xiangui, Aunt Lanzhi, have you two eaten?"

"I just ate, Bingkun, have you eaten yet? Have some more," Huang Lanzhi said enthusiastically, reaching for a bowl. Huang Bingkun quickly waved his hand and said, "No need, Aunt Lanzhi, I just finished eating at home before coming over."

Chen Zaixing, holding a fried dough stick in one hand and taking a bite, turned to Huang Bingkun and said, "Brother Bingkun, sit down for a while, and I'll tell you the details after I finish eating."

"It's alright, take your time eating, no rush. I'll have some tea with Uncle Xiangui," Huang Bingkun said, taking out a Huazi cigarette and offering one to Chen Xiangui. "It's been a long time since I've had tea and a chat with Uncle Xiangui."

"Bingkun, you're so busy these days, I haven't seen you in ages," Chen Xiangui said with a smile as he took the cigarette, lit it, and then took out his treasured tea canister, intending to brew a pot of fine tea to entertain Huang Bingkun.

"There's nothing I can do, Uncle Xiangui. The project in the city is nearing completion, and the people from the Municipal Construction Bureau are pushing me hard. Those cadres who have been allocated housing come to me every day asking when they can take possession of their houses. I'm so stressed that I don't even have time to pull my pants up," Huang Bingkun said with a wry smile, shaking his head.

"Then you absolutely mustn't do that. You can't just leave your pants hanging down. It's embarrassing to be naked," Chen Xiangui laughed. Chen Zaixing, who was drinking soy milk, suddenly sprayed it all over the table. Huang Lanzhi rolled her eyes at her unreliable husband and patted Chen Zaixing's back lightly. "How old are you? You can't even choke on a little soy milk. You're not even as good as Rongguo."

"Dad, could you please stop making such irreverent jokes while I'm drinking soy milk?" Chen Zaixing looked at the half-bowl of soy milk that he had choked on and 'contaminated', then decided to give up and not drink it.

Huang Bingkun knew that old man Chen Xiangui liked to joke, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with what Chen Xiangui said. As the saying goes, like father, like son. Where did Chen Zaixing get all those nonsensical things he said? Most of them were things that Chen Xiangui had said before.

"Those people are just impatient. If they come to urge us again next time, just ask them if they want to live in a bare house. If they do, give them the keys and they can move in that day. I can also save money on the labor and materials for painting the house," Chen Zaixing said, wiping his mouth as he sat down and took the cigarette that Huang Bingkun offered him.

"They keep urging me. I'll go see Mayor Guo one of these days and talk to him about delivering the next batch of buildings as bare shells, so that people can decorate them themselves. That way, they won't have to bother us at the construction site every day."

Huang Bingkun waved his cigarette-holding hand and said, "Zaixing, save your breath. If you really dare to hand over unfinished houses, those people will probably cause even more trouble."

"Bingkun is right. What you showed them was a model apartment, a fully furnished one. Now you're handing them a bare-bones apartment," Chen Xiangui echoed Huang Bingkun as he sipped his tea. "Have you ever seen a chef serve a dish that's only half-cooked and not even fully cooked?"

"It's fine if those people curse you, but if they curse me too, I'll have to get back at you," Chen Xiangui said, adopting a "If I can't handle those who curse me, then I'll deal with you, you little brat" attitude.

"Hehehe!" Huang Bingkun laughed. "Uncle Xiangui, I wouldn't go so far as to insult you. At most, I'd just insult both me and Zaixing."

"Anyone who insults another person without also insulting their parents should have some decency. Saving this little bit of money will ruin your reputation," Chen Xiangui warned. Chen Zaixing quickly replied, "I know, I know."

"Brother Bingkun, I called you here today because my family plans to demolish our old house, rebuild the foundation, and turn it into a Western-style house. Do you see if the construction team has any equipment available? We can have it delivered in the next couple of days," Chen Zaixing changed the subject, preventing his father, Chen Xiangui, from continuing to "educate" him.

"The old house is going to be demolished. How many stories are you planning to build?"

"Six stories, and build a 7.5-story building on the top floor. We can plant some flowers and plants on it then," Chen Zaixing said, picking up the tea his father, Chen Xiangui, had just brewed and taking small sips.

Huang Bingkun also picked up his teacup. "Okay, do you want to press the elevator button?"

"Of course we need to! No need to ask. It's a six-and-a-half-story building. My dad's legs get sore from climbing up and down the stairs," Chen Zaixing said with a grin. He then dodged to the side, just in time to avoid Chen Xiangui's large hand that was about to strike.

"You brat, you think I'm just like you? My legs go weak after six flights of stairs. I'm carrying a hundred-odd pounds of grain from home to the village entrance right now, and I don't even have time to rest," Chen Xiangui said, trying to show off.

"Oh right, Dad, you're amazing. The elevator was installed for Mom and the others." Chen Zaixing knew his father's temperament. If you dared to argue with him again, he wouldn't just slap you, he'd hit you with his shoe.

"Then I'll go to the construction site later and have someone transport the equipment over, then have someone come over to take measurements and draw up the blueprints. I'll bring them over for Uncle Xiangui to see if he's satisfied," Huang Bingkun said.

"Sure, just show it to my dad, he'll make the decision."

Inside the old house, Chen Xiangui and Chen Zaixing were discussing the house construction with Huang Bingkun. Chen Dong had only been in his office at the Jinbu Industrial Park for a short while, and hadn't even had a few cups of tea with Chen Zaisheng, when his secretary, Qu Cai, walked in, covering his mobile phone with his hand, and whispered to Chen Dong, "It's a call from Singapore."

Chen Dong took the mobile phone and asked, "Who is this? This is Chen Zaidong!"

"Mr. Chen, this is Li Guangxiong," Li Guangxiong said, sitting in front of his brother Li Guangxiong on speakerphone. "Since we parted ways in Tuocheng last time, after I returned to Singapore, I discussed the matter with the Singapore Cabinet and have generally agreed to the requests you and President Mi made. However, there are still some discrepancies in the agreement. I would like to schedule a time to see if Mr. Chen is available to fly to Hong Kong with President Mi."

"Oh, in what specific aspect?" Chen Dong asked with interest, crossing his legs and leaning back on the sofa.

"The main issues are some specific details regarding the currency swap, which can't be explained clearly over the phone. If Mr. Chen is available, let's schedule a time, and I can fly to Hong Kong immediately so we can sit down and discuss the details further. What do you think?"

"Going to Hong Kong is fine, but I can only stay in Hong Kong for one morning before I have to fly to New York immediately. So I hope that Minister Li can come up with some concrete solutions to avoid further disputes later." Chen Dong had originally planned to take Chen Xiangui and the others to New York, but they had to transit through Hong Kong first. Since Li Guangdong had invited him, he would go and meet him to see what new tricks he could come up with.

"Sure, when does Mr. Chen plan to travel to Hong Kong so I can begin preparations?"

"The 20th, I should be able to get to Hong Kong around noon. You can book a place then, and I'll bring Manager Mi with me," Chen Dong said.

"Okay, then I'll wait for Mr. Chen's good news."