Fifty million a day, trapped in the county town, can't spend it all.

After waking up, Zhang Yang got ready and went to the front desk to pay the bill. He took out 800 yuan and handed it to the receptionist, saying, "Consider the extra as a tip."

The receptionist stared at him in shock: "Boss, this..."

She hadn't expected Zhang Yang, who looked so ordinary, to be so generous.

Technician number 35 was overjoyed; she had worked one hour and earned several hours' worth of money.

He immediately beamed and thanked them, saying, "Thank you, boss! I wish you a fortune and a multi-million dollar annual income!"

Zhang Yang's face darkened, and he said, "I'm not that poor," before turning and leaving, leaving the shocked technician and receptionist staring at each other in disbelief.

"No way, earning tens of millions a year and still being poor?"

"When did Mou County have such a wealthy person?"

"Then they must have money, otherwise they'd spend 800 to sleep on a massage bed..."

Zhang Yang didn't hear what the technician and the receptionist were saying. By the time he left the foot massage parlor, it was already 2 p.m.

After finding a noodle shop on the street and eating my fill, I walked back down the street.

The area is sparsely populated, which is Zhang Yang's immediate impression.

The afternoon is supposed to be a great time for shopping, but the whole street felt lifeless at this time.

Most of the people walking on the street were elderly people with children. Occasionally, you would see a few middle-aged people, who were busy riding electric bikes. The young people who are always seen strolling around in big cities were nowhere to be seen here. This shows how few young people there are in Mou County.

Zhang Yang dared not imagine what the old town would be like if it was like this.

During the early years of the real estate boom, Mou County sold a lot of land to build a new urban area, hoping to alleviate some of the traffic, medical and educational pressures on the old urban area.

Unfortunately, the local area lacks a pillar industry, making it unable to attract people from other places to settle down. After the relocation, the old town area did alleviate a lot of pressure, but with people leaving, there were fewer consumers in all walks of life, and the economy began to enter a vicious cycle.

I heard the new urban area is even worse. Most of the people who buy houses there are young people who usually go out to work and only come back to stay during the Spring Festival. So, apart from the houses and roads being newer, the new urban area is not as good as the old urban area.

Zhang Yang hailed a taxi on the street.

Before the car had even come to a complete stop, he had already opened the door and climbed inside.

Zhang Yang pondered for a moment in the car before starting a casual conversation with the driver.

"Driver, how much do you earn a month driving a taxi in this county?"

The driver glanced at Zhang Yang in the rearview mirror: "Three or four thousand."

How many hours do you drive each day?

"Usually, one car is driven by two people, one on the day shift and one on the night shift."

"That's equivalent to working twelve hours a day."

The driver sighed, "Yeah, twelve hours a day, and that's without any illness or pain. That's how much I earn in a month."

"Sir, what do you think of the purchasing power in our county?"

"No," the driver shook his head. "Ordinary people earn little and dare not spend it. In addition, the impact of the epidemic in the past few years has made them even more afraid to spend money, for fear that they will not be able to come up with the money if they need it urgently one day."

Zhang Yang pondered the driver's words carefully and nodded.

"If, and I mean if, your monthly income could consistently double, would you dare to spend?"

The driver smiled.

"What's there to be afraid of? I only earn three or four thousand a month working myself to the bone, which is just enough for my family's daily expenses. If my income doubles, after deducting basic expenses, I will still have some money left over. Even if I save half for emergencies, I will still have about two thousand yuan to spend."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yang had a general idea of ​​what was going on.

He leaned back in his seat, pondered for a moment, then took out his phone, opened Doubao (a Chinese instant messaging platform), and asked:

"I have an endless amount of money, but I can only spend it in the county town. The commercial facilities in the county town are very underdeveloped, and there are no places for me to spend my money. What should I do?"

Doubao: "If you really have an endless supply of money and don't care about investment returns, I suggest you buy land, build factories, and develop infrastructure. Based on what you said about the distorted commercial facilities, it means that either the local income level is low or the population is small."

"Therefore, the first priority for a sound commercial infrastructure is people. With more people, there will be more consumption, which will attract businesses from all walks of life to set up shop."

"At the same time, when you buy land, build factories, and carry out infrastructure construction, you need a lot of labor. When people earn money, they will consume, which will promote the self-improvement of the service industry and thus form a good internal economic cycle. But please note that what I said is on the premise that you do not consider the return on investment."

Zhang Yang carefully considered Doubao's suggestion.

This time it's quite reliable! It's similar to my own thinking: to revitalize the economy, the key is for ordinary people to have money in their hands and be willing to spend.

As for investment returns, he simply ignored them. The system gives him so much money every day, even if he loses, how much can he lose?

Zhang Yang switched software and checked the local housing prices online.

The average price in the old city is less than 4000 yuan per square meter, while the new city is even cheaper at only 3500 yuan per square meter. Compared with the tens or hundreds of thousands of yuan per square meter in Shanghai, the difference is simply too great.

However, Shanghai has a complete set of supporting facilities and its economy can circulate on its own, while Mu County has no pillar industry and its consumption structure is very simple, still focused on clothing, food, housing and transportation.

This is the economic situation of the entire county; there isn't even a decent large-scale consumer venue.

There is a "Moore Department Store" shopping plaza in the new district. It has five floors in total. The basement is a supermarket, the first floor sells gold, the second and third floors sell clothing, the fourth floor has restaurants, and the fifth floor is half an arcade and half a cinema.

However, apart from the supermarket which was operating normally, the other floors of that shopping mall were mostly empty, and the leasing had not been fully completed.

People with spending power have nowhere to spend their money, and the region's basic infrastructure is severely inadequate.

Zhang Yang was deep in thought.

The money given by the system can only be spent in the county town. Even if it's just for my own comfort, I should still make good use of it and complete the system's tasks along the way.

But he was just a lousy supermarket owner and knew nothing about construction.

But it doesn't matter, Zhang Yang is rich, and money can solve 99.99999% of the world's problems.

Just hire knowledgeable people with high salaries to help you with the work.

Zhang Yang switched his phone to a browser and logged into the Mou County government website to view past government work reports.

With a GDP of less than 300 billion yuan and fewer than 100 large-scale enterprises, among a bunch of official rhetoric, only the "fragrant economy" made him pause for a moment.

"What is it?"

Zhang Yang looked up some information and found that it was about tea processing.

This could be somewhat useful. Mu County has many tea mountains, and in the past, tea farmers would pick tea leaves and sell them to tea merchants. If a processing plant were set up locally and a local tea brand were cultivated, this could be a good starting point.

Zhang Yang then checked the local wage levels. The average salary for a formally trained accountant was 3500, the average salary for an HR professional was 3500, and he couldn't even find a decent professional manager...

Well, I can't possibly spend all the money the system gives me anyway, so I'll max out my salary and benefits. A generous reward will surely attract brave men...

Having made up his mind, Zhang Yang yawned.

"Master, turn around and head to the government affairs center in the North New District."

"Alright!" The driver was overjoyed. This round trip would bring in several tens of dollars in fare.

The investment promotion bureau now operates in the government affairs center, a new building constructed in recent years. This is partly because the new district is closer to the highway, making transportation more convenient, and partly because it looks better. After all, when it comes to investment promotion, you can't expect to have to fight for meeting rooms every time you want to discuss business.

The car soon arrived at the entrance of the government service center. Zhang Yang took out a red bill from his pocket and handed it to the driver.

The driver patted his pockets, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "Brother, I don't have any change. How about you pay with WeChat or Alipay?"

"Keep the change, sir." Zhang Yang smiled, handed the money to the sir, and left.

After the taxi left, Zhang Yang stood by the roadside, looking up at the building in front of him. The glass curtain wall was dusty and grimy, clearly untouched for a long time. The building was new, but there was a dead-end road next to it, and further north was wasteland...

"Young man, who are you looking for?" The old man at the security booth asked, sticking his head out after seeing Zhang Yang standing there for a while.

Zhang Yang snapped out of his daze, walked over, and offered a cigarette to the security guard: "Sir, I'm looking for the Investment Promotion Bureau. Which floor is their office on?"

The old man's eyes swept over Zhang Yang as he looked him up and down: "What do you want with the Investment Promotion Bureau?"

"Let's give them a stroke of good fortune!"