Title: Reborn in Handong, Starting with an Investment in Gao Yuliang

"Chengcheng, are you still not up?"

Zhou Hui held a bowl of freshly cooked bird's nest porridge, her face full of a loving smile.

"Get up, Mom."

Liang Cheng smiled.

"Quick, drink it while it's hot, it'll help you recover."

Zhou Hui placed the bowl of porridge on the table and picked up the clothes Liang Cheng had changed out of the night before, intending to wash them.

"Mom, I can do it myself."

"You're my son, what's wrong with a mother washing your clothes?"

Zhou Hui gave him a reproachful look, her gaze inadvertently sweeping over the books Liang Cheng had placed on the table.

Those were a book on securities investment and a book on marketing management.

Zhou Hui stopped moving.

She picked up the thick book "Securities Investment Studies," flipped through it, and a look of surprise appeared on her face.

"Chengcheng, have you been reading these books lately?"

In her memory, the books her son read.

Aside from law textbooks, there were only some random martial arts novels.

"Just browsing," Liang Cheng replied calmly.

Zhou Hui's eyes lit up.

She connected this to her son's recent unusual behavior.

Go home on time.

I stopped talking back.

Now I'm starting to read these profound books again.

Could it be that my son has really... grown up?

Have you grown up?

The inner world of a mother.

I was instantly filled with immense joy.

"Okay, okay, reading is good, it's always good to learn more."

Zhou Hui was so excited that she became somewhat incoherent.

She put down her book, picked up her clothes, and walked out briskly, ready to tell her husband the good news immediately.

Looking at her mother's back.

Liang Cheng's gaze softened slightly.

He knew that his slight changes were already beginning to affect the family.

This is a good beginning.

……

the next day.

Liang Cheng arrived at the factory.

The Su family's beverage factory.

An industrial area located in the western suburbs of Kyoto City.

Enter the factory area.

A sense of desolation washed over us.

Large sections of the factory walls have peeled off, revealing the mottled red bricks underneath.

Several pieces of windowpane were broken and haphazardly patched up with old newspapers.

The yard was overgrown with weeds, and several rusty, abandoned pieces of equipment, like the skeletons of a giant beast, were carelessly discarded in a corner.

Several workers, dressed in faded work clothes, gathered in twos and threes.

Their faces showed no smiles, only numbness and confusion about the future.

I saw a Santana drive in.

They glanced at it lazily, then continued smoking their cheap cigarettes.

The entire factory was shrouded in a heavy, deathly atmosphere.

Liang Cheng was not surprised by this.

This is exactly what he wanted.

A blank sheet of paper is the only way for him to freely draw his blueprint for the future.

Su Zhenbang quickly summoned all the key personnel and worker representatives in the factory.

The meeting was held in a dusty conference room.

"Everyone, let me introduce myself."

Su Zhenbang stood at the front of the stage, his voice somewhat hoarse.

"This is Mr. Liang Cheng."

"From today onwards, he is the new boss of our factory."

The words fell.

A suppressed buzzing sound filled the conference room.

Dozens of eyes were focused on Liang Cheng.

These gazes were filled with distrust and skepticism.

too young.

The boy in front of me.

They look smaller than many of their children.

Should we make him the boss?

Isn't this ridiculous?

"Director Su, you're not joking with us, are you?"

A workshop foreman with gray hair stood up, his tone full of doubt.

"Our factory is already in such a state, and you're sending some greenhorn? Are you trying to make us die even faster?"

His words immediately drew a chorus of agreement.

The workers were somewhat agitated.

They have an emotional attachment to the factory, but they care more about their own livelihood.

To entrust the future to such a young person.

They were worried.

Liang Cheng stood there, his face expressionless.

He listened quietly to the crowd's discussion without offering any explanation.

The noise in the conference room gradually subsided.

He then slowly took a step forward.

All eyes were once again on him.

Liang Cheng did not mention any grand plans for the factory's future.

There were no inspiring or eloquent words spoken.

He spoke the first sentence in a calm, almost indifferent tone.

"I know the factory owes everyone three months' wages."

All the workers held their breath.

This is the most painful thorn in their hearts.

"Now, the finance department is in place."

Liang Cheng turned to the side and pointed behind him.

Two temporary staff members hired from the bank carried in a heavy safe deposit box.

"Everyone can collect their money on the spot by presenting their receipt."

"Three months' salary, not a penny less."

The conference room was deathly silent.

You could hear a pin drop.

Everyone's eyes widened.

Looking at the opened safe.

Inside were stacks of brand-new banknotes, neatly arranged.

Red 100-yuan bills.

An alluring light emanated from the dimly lit conference room.

next second.

The scene instantly erupted in cheers!

"My God! It's true!"

"Payday! We really got paid!"

"Am I dreaming?"

The doubts and skepticism vanished without a trace at that moment.

Instead, there was deafening cheering and shouting.

Some older female workers.

She was so moved that she burst into tears on the spot.

For them.

This money is for the child's tuition next semester and for the family's food expenses for several months.

It's money that could save a life!

The workers who were just moments ago hostile towards Liang Cheng.

At this moment, the look in his eyes had become incredibly intense.

Nothing can win people's hearts more than real money.

This is the power of money.

Simple, direct, and effective.

……

Just then.

A sudden commotion erupted at the factory gate.

"Give me my money back! Su Zhenbang, get out here right now!"

"If you don't pay us today, we'll tear this factory down!"

A group of menacing-looking suppliers blocked the entrance, wielding sticks and acting aggressively.

These people were all suppliers for whom the factory had previously defaulted on payments.

Upon hearing that Su Zhenbang would be coming to the factory today, they all came looking for him.

The security guards couldn't stop them at all.

The expressions on the faces of the people in the conference room changed.

The creditors have come knocking!

Su Zhenbang was sweating profusely with anxiety. "Young Master Liang, this..."

"I called him yesterday and told him what you asked me to do, saying that all payments would be settled."

"We will place a new order and ask them to prepare the goods as quickly as possible."

"I didn't expect that these people wouldn't believe me at all."

Su Zhenbang was also extremely embarrassed. He hadn't expected that the first time Liang Cheng had arranged something for him, things would turn out so chaotic.

But there was nothing he could do.

After all, Su Zhenbang's reputation was already ruined, and even though the factory has changed hands, these suppliers won't be so easy to deal with.

These people probably won't give up until they see the money today.

"Let's go out and take a look."

Liang Cheng remained calm as he stood up and walked outside.