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

Just as Chen Dong was discussing salary and benefits with twelve veterans in the conference room of the Nanshan County Police Station, Tian Changhe, the branch manager and deputy branch manager of the Nanshan County branch, and Li Weiguo rode their old bicycles towards the county guesthouse.

When Wu Chunhua at the front desk saw two people dressed in cadre uniforms enter, she assumed they were there to check in. It wasn't until Tian Changhe asked that she learned they were looking for Chen Dong.

"Mr. Chen has driven to a state-run restaurant for breakfast with his wife and children. Why don't you wait here for a while? They might be back soon," Wu Chunhua said.

Tian Changhe thought that waiting here was not going to work, so he simply said to Li Weiguo, "Old Li, let's go to the state-run restaurant. I'm afraid that after Mr. Chen finishes his meal, he will run to Lianzhai, which will be troublesome. Once we find him, we can take him directly to our branch and save ourselves the trouble of running back and forth."

"OK!"

Li Weiguo had no objection and followed Tian Changhe outside. The two rode their bicycles to the county state-run restaurant. Upon entering, Manager Fang naturally recognized the two bank managers, Tian and Li, and said with a smile, "President Tian, ​​Vice President Li, why are you two here so early today?"

"We're here to find someone. Has Mr. Chen Dong left?"

Manager Fang smiled and shook his head, saying, "You two have come at an inopportune time. Mr. Chen finished his breakfast and left about ten minutes ago."

Tian Changhe glanced at Li Weiguo, thinking to himself, "Just as I suspected," and quickly asked Manager Fang, "Do you know where Mr. Chen Dong went?"

"I heard from one of the police officers who accompanied us that there was something going on at the county police station, so they took Mr. Chen Dong there. Why don't you two go there and take a look?" Manager Fang said.

"Okay, thanks, Lao Fang," Tian Changhe said with a smile, waving goodbye to Manager Fang before leading Li Weiguo outside.

Manager Fang escorted them all the way outside, watching the two ride away before turning back into the store, wondering why Tian Changhe, the bank manager, was looking for Chen Dong so early in the morning.

When Tian Changhe and Li Weiguo arrived at the county police station, Chen Dong and his group were watching twelve veterans practicing boxing in the backyard of the police station.

Little Chen Hui clapped his hands and shouted, "Great job! Mommy, look, that lady can fly!"

"Daddy, look! That uncle can break bricks with his head! That's amazing!"

Xiao Chenhui is like a TV announcer; any action taken by the twelve people can broaden Xiao Chenhui's horizons in his young life.

Tian Changhe and Li Weiguo were led to the backyard by a police officer. They found it was quite lively and wondered why the police officers were performing kung fu for Chen Dong.

"Mr. Chen, we've finally found you!" Tian Changhe warmly shook Chen Dong's hand. Chen Dong glanced at the man in front of him, and after a moment's thought, he remembered that the man in front of him was the president of Nanshan County Bank.

"President Tian, ​​is there something you need from me?"

Wang Yan, who was standing nearby, also looked over and saw that it was Tian Changhe, the president of Nanshan County Bank, and Li Weiguo. He asked in confusion, "Old Tian, ​​what's wrong? From what you're saying, you seem to be in a hurry to find Comrade Chen Dong."

The twelve veterans who were still practicing their martial arts stopped and looked at Chen Dong. Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Tian Changhe had no choice but to smile and say, "Mr. Chen, there is something important I need to discuss with you. The central bank has issued a document asking you to open a company account at our branch."

"The central bank will be able to transfer the funds to your account then," Tian Changhe said without revealing in public that the government had approved his 280 million yuan.

"Here's the document, Mr. Chen, please take a look," Tian Changhe took the document out of his briefcase and handed it to Chen Dong. Wang Yan leaned over to take a look and was a little stunned by the long string of numbers.

Chen Dong took the document, glanced at it, and then handed it to his wife Zhang Yi beside him, saying with a smile, "Your central bank is really quick. My money hasn't even been transferred to Switzerland yet, but you've already transferred it to me."

"It's because I trust you, Mr. Chen," Li Weiguo said with a smile.

After reviewing the document, Zhang Yi whispered to Chen Dong, "Tony, why is it 280 million? Shouldn't it be 100 million?"

Zhang Yi's voice wasn't loud, but it was enough for Wang Yan, Zhao Zhigang, and the twelve people behind him to hear clearly. Especially the twelve veterans, after hearing Zhang Yi's words, they all wondered if they were hallucinating.

Two hundred and eighty million!

They had hesitated before, after all, Chen Dong kept bringing up America, offering salaries starting at a hundred US dollars, and covering all their food expenses.

They had doubts about whether Chen Dong could afford the $100,000 if something really went wrong, but after hearing Zhang Yi mention $280 million, all their doubts vanished.

That's 280 million! They'd never heard of such a sum of money in their lives, yet Zhang Yi mentioned it so casually, which truly shocked them.

Faced with Zhang Yi's doubts, Bank Manager Tian Changhe smiled and explained to Zhang Yi, and also to Chen Dong, "It's like this, Mr. Chen, Ms. Zhang, the exchange rate given by the central bank for your one hundred million US dollars is the highest rate of 1 to 2.8, there's no mistake!"

Chen Dong smiled and nodded. Zhang Yi also said "oh," indicating that she understood. She had thought that her husband Chen Dong's 100 million US dollars could only be exchanged for foreign exchange certificates.

Actually, Chen Dong and Zhang Yi were overthinking it. Chen Dong intended to invest the 100 million US dollars in Nanshan County. How could the Chinese government possibly continue to convert it into foreign exchange certificates for Chen Dong? Otherwise, when Guangdong Company disburses project funds or pays workers' wages, they would have to directly issue foreign exchange certificates.

At a 1:2.8 exchange rate, Chen Dong is actually losing money, but if you think you can get a 1:5 or even 1:6 exchange rate on the black market, you're dreaming.

Chen Dong has a hundred million US dollars, not a hundred or a thousand. If the black market could exchange that for Chen Dong, why would he be involved in the black market?

Go eat peanuts in the labor camp!

The 280 million yuan provided by the Chinese government is something Chen Dong wants to be able to openly invest without fear of investigation from various departments in China.

"Alright, since your Central Bank of China is so straightforward, I won't waste any more time. I'll call Hong Kong in a bit and have them transfer the money to Switzerland," Chen Dong said with a smile. "But Governor Tian, ​​you'll have to wait a bit longer. I still have important business to attend to."

Chen Dong pointed to the twelve veterans behind him and said, "I still need to draft an employment contract with them, and after it's signed, it needs to be notarized at your county court."

Tian Changhe was puzzled, so he asked Wang Yan, the director of the police station, and learned that these were all bodyguards hired by Chen Dong to protect the safety of Chen Dong's family in China.

Especially after hearing about the generous benefits offered by Chen Dong, Tian Changhe and Li Weiguo were envious. "Old Wang, you're not being fair! If you had known about this good thing, you should have told us sooner!"

My nephew used to be a retired soldier. If he had known there was such a good job, why would he have gone to work as a security guard at a flour factory?

Isn't 280 yuan a month a good deal?