Rebirth 84, starting from fish farming

Lu Changhua first taught Wang Yao how to drive the Hutou Ben in the parking lot, and then he went to tinker with his own car.

Wang Yao can drive, but is not familiar with automatic transmission and is a little uncomfortable with it.

After getting used to it for a while, it started to open smoothly.

The two Mercedes-Benz cars that had not yet been registered quietly drove away from the port. They refueled first, then went to the repair shop to check the engine oil and tire pressure, opened the air filter, and checked whether the plastic film had been removed, and then headed towards Beining with confidence.

Zhou Shude looked at the tiger running away and smacked his lips.

The niece and the couple are doing very well now, and I still need to move around more.

On a straight road, Lu Changhua drove on the highway several times.

Breaking in for a new car is necessary.

Wang Yao followed suit and felt sick in her stomach when she was excited.

Li Mei has already seen it, and driving skills are a compulsory course for them.

Letting her boss sit in the back seat, she drove and passed Lu Changhua's Daben.

Wang Xue followed behind in Santana, the wheels smoking as it ran.

When he got home, Wang Yao was also tired.

After his wife had gone to bed, Lu Changhua went to the kitchen to cook.

Wang Xue and Li Mei also started working.

"This won't work. We have to find a cook."

Lu Changhua muttered.

Wang Yao is pregnant, Wang Xue and Li Mei's cooking skills are not very good, and he often runs out. It's really difficult without a cook to serve him.

The next day, Wang Yao called her colleagues and asked Wang Xue and Li Mei to register the car. Lu Changhua stayed with her at home. The couple had not been alone for a long time.

"Daughter-in-law, the car has also been changed. Don't drive anymore from now on. It's easy to dodge, so let them drive."

"Okay, I'm not addicted to driving."

"They say you drive a BMW with a Mercedes-Benz. Since our family has a Mercedes-Benz, we have to enjoy it."

"Well, I listen to you."

"I'm going to the capital tomorrow and I'll be back in a few days. Wait for me at home, eh?"

"Well, go and come back quickly."

Lu Changhua has been to Beijing many times.

This time I went, it felt different.

The atmosphere to welcome the Asian Games is very strong.

There are slogans and slogans celebrating the Asian Games everywhere.

There are volunteers at the airport station.

Wearing red armbands, promoting the Asian Games.

Even at the bus stop, there are primary school students making propaganda.

At this moment, in addition to the volunteers who are busy, the middle school and college students are even busier.

The large-scale group gymnastics at the closing ceremony is a big project, and they all rehearse in the venue.

When Lu Changhua came to the organizing committee, people in the office were busy, coming in and out, and no one paid any attention to him.

Finally he got an opportunity and said to a staff member: "Comrade, I'm here to make a donation."

"Ah? To make a donation, go to the finance room."

The man pointed towards the end of the corridor.

Only then did Lu Changhua see that there was a long queue over there, good guys, they were all here to donate money.

People come to donate money with cash, ranging from tens to hundreds or even thousands.

The queue was very long and turned corners. Seeing this, Lu Changhua became discouraged.

Just make the payment directly.

He left the organizing committee, went to the post and telecommunications office, made an international long-distance call, and asked Citibank to pay the Asian Games Organizing Committee US$10 million, indicating his donation.

Then he went to play.

I have been to the capital so many times and haven’t played much. I always come and go in a hurry.

Now that I have made a donation, I have fulfilled one of Lu Changhua's wishes.

I was reborn and made some contributions to the country.

He had a great time in Beihai, the capital, but the organizing committee was in trouble.

In 1990, what was the concept of ten million US dollars?

More than 47 million yuan!

The total investment for this Asian Games is more than 2 billion, and this donation accounts for 2%!

The important thing is that this money is still an overseas donation.

After checking the place of origin, it turned out to be Khabarovsk in Soviet Russia.

This surprised the leaders.

Could it be that the Chinese in Soviet Russia donated it?

When asked through diplomatic channels, Citibank said it was a donation from one of their Chinese clients.

After checking the customer's name, they found out that the donation was from a company in the northeastern Black Province, the Beijong Factory.

What they didn't understand was that since it was a corporate donation, why didn't they ask for advertisements to be named like other companies? Instead, they donated without saying a word, and it was taken as a matter of course.

The organizing committee studied and decided that in order to boost the morale of the people across the country and encourage the patriotic spirit of donating money without asking for anything in return, it called in the news media and held a press conference.

Lu Changhua climbed the Great Wall and took photos.

Everything that needs to go has gone, and he has to go back.

He asked the hotel to book a flight and leave tomorrow.

There was a lot of discussion at the front desk of the hotel.

"Who do you think this is? So rich? He donated 10 million U.S. dollars in one go. That's U.S. dollars!"

"That's right, they must be old overseas Chinese who have been away from their hometown for decades and now have money. They donate some money to cheer for the Asian Games."

"Maybe, we are still from the capital!"

"Sure!

Think about it, who is not from the capital city and can donate so much?"

"That's right, some time ago, didn't we, the richest man in the capital, donate a sum of money!"

"Haha, compared with others, he is not even a star. He is one million, but in the end he donated cars, and what they donated was real money!"

"No!"

Their discussion attracted Lu Changhua's attention.

Ten million dollars? Donation?

I asked the bank to transfer the money, so you're not talking about me, are you?

He smiled to himself and went back to his room to pack his luggage. Tomorrow's flight was a bit early and he had to get up early.

Lu Changhua was packing his luggage in the hotel room, preparing to go back to reunite with his wife's family.

However, through the cooperation of relevant departments, the organizing committee found the telephone number of Beirong Factory.

They called over very solemnly.

"Hello, this is the office of the Beijing Asian Games Organizing Committee. Are you a Beirong factory?"

"Hello, we are Beirong Factory. What can I do for you?"

"Well, we received a donation and we wanted to verify it with you."

It was Wang Yao who answered the phone.

Her husband went to Beijing to donate money, and she was bored at home, so she took her bodyguard to the office to handle daily affairs.

Lu Changhua called her. He asked his overseas account to transfer a sum of money to the organizing committee, and he came back within two days.

Today she received a call again, telling her that she would have a flight early tomorrow morning and asked her not to worry.

Knowing that her husband was coming back, Wang Yao was in a happy mood.

At this moment, she received a call from the organizing committee.

"You are from the organizing committee? What do you want to verify?"

"I received a sum of money from an overseas account. The account is Beirong Factory. Is this money remitted by you?"

"Yes, it was sent by our chairman."

Wang Yao answered calmly.

"Excuse me, who are you from Beirong Factory?"

"I am General Manager Wang Yao."

"Hello, hello. I would like to ask, where is your chairman?"

"In the capital."

"Ah? In the capital?"

"Then why did he not come to us, but chose to remit money?"

"He came to see you, but he said you were too busy to be disturbed, so he notified the bank directly."

"oh!"

At this moment, the organizing committee realized that they had been here before, but no one received them!

Oh, how could such a great God of Wealth be allowed to leave?!

"What do you call the chairman?"

"Lu Changhua."

"Where is he?"

“Hotel…”

After packing his luggage, Lu Changhua took a shower in the bathroom and called Zhu Lin and Liu Xiaoqing.

He said that he came to the capital for business and would be leaving tomorrow, so he had time to get together.

Zhu Lin did have time, but Liu Xiaoqing was filming and couldn't come back.

He and Zhu Lin made an appointment to meet at the Quanjude Headquarters.

No. 32 Qianmen Street is a store founded by Quanjude and has a history of more than 100 years.

Lu Changhua changed his clothes and went to the front door.

Nowadays, the streets of Beijing are full of yellow faces.

When we arrived at Quanjude, the door was crowded with people queuing up.

What to do?

He squeezed to the window and asked: "Master, is there a private room?"

"No more, VIP private rooms with minimum consumption!"

"How much?"

"Minimum consumption is 388."

"I want it."

The window toll collector glanced at Lu Changhua, and his expression immediately changed.

"Sir, here is your ticket, upstairs at 304."

Lu Changhua squeezed through the crowd and walked up to the third floor.

Give the ticket to the waiter.

The waiter took him into the private room.

Private rooms are just different.

Spacious and bright, large round table.

antique.

He drank tea in the private room and then went downstairs to meet Zhu Lin.

Zhu Lin is a movie star who caused a sensation when he appeared on the scene.

Lu Changhua waved to Zhu Lin in the crowd.

He squeezed over and took Zhu Lin over.

There were others following, but the waiter stopped them.

"Sister Zhu Lin, you are so popular that you should be making a few movies."

"I'm thinking of going abroad."

"Why go abroad? Give up your career at home?"

"I want to go out for further study and see the world."

The two walked into the private room.

Lu Changhua asked the waiter to serve the food.

The two were chatting and laughing when the big brother in his hand made a loud noise.

He smiled and said to Zhu Lin: "Sorry, it may be the home phone number."

He pressed the answer button.

"Hey, wife!

What's the matter?"

"I'm having dinner with Sister Zhu Lin? I have to go back tomorrow. I'm meeting an old friend and eating duck."

"What? Who is looking for me?"

At this moment, Lu Changhua became serious.

Wang Yao told what happened.

Only then did Lu Changhua know that the organizing committee was looking for him and had already gone to the hotel.

"Okay, I understand. I have the organizing committee's phone number here, let me call it."

Lu Changhua called the organizing committee office.

When he announced his name, the office burst into applause.

It's really not easy to find this rightful owner.

I searched all over the country and finally found it in Beijing.

"Mr. Lu, are you in Quanjude? Okay, just wait there and we will pick you up!"