Rebirth of the World’s Richest Man

Mr. Zhou walked into Jingang Steel. He could still remember that when it first started, there were no smoking blast furnaces in the factory and the site was full of weeds.

"The older generation of Beijing Steel people relied on sledgehammers, poles and baskets for production, but it only took half a year for molten iron to flow out of the blast furnace," Mr. Zhou said.

Jiang Xiaobai didn't say anything and just stood nearby and listened. He didn't know the history of Jingang Steel, but he could imagine how difficult it was for the older generation of steel workers.

In front of the small side-blown converter, Mr. Zhou stopped and said loudly: "Only when the ceiling is broken can you see the sunny sky."

Before the oxygen was blown into the converter, Mr. Zhou was silent for a long time and said: "Don't be afraid of ghosts before returning to Mapo, and don't be afraid of losing in front of a strong enemy."

In front of each place, Mr. Zhou stopped. I don’t know when more and more Beijing Steel workers were following Mr. Zhou.

At the beginning, there were one or two, and gradually more and more people followed, three, five, ten, one hundred, two hundred, five hundred, one thousand, two thousand...

Jiang Xiaobai didn't know how many people there were in the entire Jingang Iron and Steel Group, but at least there were more than 100,000 or hundreds of thousands of people.

Of course, this is all industries combined. There may not be so many people working in Jingang Iron and Steel Factory.

But Jiang Xiaobai guessed that there should still be 100,000 people.

At this time, Mr. Zhou was already followed by a large number of people.

It was so dark that everyone might have realized something.

In the past two days, the news about Mr. Zhou has spread in the factory.

Basically everyone already knew it, and the people in the capital, who were in the imperial city, were the most concerned about politics.

Now that Mr. Zhou has come out, everyone can guess what he means when he comes back to the factory like this.

No one spoke, but they followed silently behind them and walked everywhere with Mr. Zhou, accompanying Factory Manager Zhou, their old factory manager, on his last journey at Jingang Steel.

Jingang is a big place, and Mr. Zhou walks very slowly. But no matter how big the place is, no matter how slow you walk, you will always finish it.

It was noon, and no one went back to eat and rest. Instead, more and more people followed Mr. Zhou.

Many departments, except for one necessary person to maintain production, have come over. The sight of the dark crowd makes people feel numb.

But it was silent, no one spoke.

The reason why it is necessary to ensure production is not only because once such a large Beijing Iron and Steel Company stops production and restarts production, the losses will be huge.

Of course, if this is the only reason, Jingang cannot afford the losses. The losses that are enough to bankrupt many small businesses are just a drop in the bucket for Jingang and are nothing at all.

The main reason is that everyone in Jingang Steel knows the character of the old factory director. Since this is the last time he came back to see it, of course he likes to see the heated scene of Jingang Steel created by him.

Rather than stopping production and looking deserted, they not only continued to produce, but also worked hard and worked hard to let the old factory director see the lively scene of their Beijing Steel.

At noon, the deputy director came over and invited Mr. Zhou to the cafeteria for dinner.

But Mr. Zhou waved his hand and refused, so the deputy director could only ask someone to send some food over.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Jiang Xiaobai accompanied Mr. Zhou out of the factory.

With the dark crowd behind him, Mr. Zhou stopped and turned to look at the crowd.

"Thank you everyone." Mr. Zhou bowed to everyone.

"Thank you, director." Tens of thousands of people bowed to Mr. Zhou together.

Mr. Zhou didn't say anything anymore, turned around and prepared to get in the car with Jiang Xiaobai.

But there was a timid cry from behind.

"Director, go slowly, Jingang will always be your home."

Tens of thousands of people spoke together, and the sound was so loud that it reached the sky, making people's hair tingle, and a chill running directly from the spine to the back of the head.

Mr. Zhou's eyes were a little red, but he did not look back and followed Jiang Xiaobai directly into the car.

"Go home." Mr. Zhou sighed, his tone very choked.

"Okay." Jiang Xiaobai started the car and walked towards Zhou's hometown.

The car had already driven far away, and a loud shout could still be heard from behind: "Goodbye, factory director."

"Xiao Bai, I'm sorry to bother you, but you made a special trip to the capital to work on my affairs, and you also stayed with me all day today."

"Mr. Zhou, please don't say that. I didn't help you at all. I just helped you drive or something like that." Jiang Xiaobai shook his head and said.

"I'll keep it in mind." Mr. Zhou said directly without any more humility,

Soon the car arrived at the door of Zhou's hometown.

"Mr. Zhou, I won't go up. You can go back and reunite with your family. I will be in the capital these two days. If you need anything, just give me an order." Jiang Xiaobai got out of the car and leaned against the car door.

Although he had a lot of urgent things to do in the magic city, at this time he decided to stay in the capital for two more days to see if there was anything else he could do to help.

"Come on, we haven't eaten anything at noon, and we're already at the door of our house, so there's no reason why we shouldn't come in and have a cup of tea." Mr. Zhou said with a smile.

Jiang Xiaobai was about to say something when he heard Mr. Zhou continue: "What? Or are you also afraid that getting involved with an old man like me will bring you trouble?"

Jiang Xiaobai quickly shook his head and said: "What are you talking about? Okay, Mr. Zhou, I know you are trying to provoke the generals. I'll go. Isn't it okay if I go?"

Jiang Xiaobai smiled bitterly. He originally didn't want to disturb Mr. Zhou's family reunion. Such a big thing happened at home. Now that Mr. Zhou is back, the family must have a lot to talk about.

It's unnecessary for me to be an outsider and go to the house with me, which is too much trouble.

But he didn't expect that Mr. Zhou would actually say this in order to invite him.

If he was afraid of trouble, he wouldn't have come to the capital, let alone arrived at Zhou's home and asked for help.

Today I even drove to pick up Mr. Zhou, stayed with Mr. Zhou for a day, and appeared in front of so many people.

Why is he afraid of trouble?

Of course, he also knew that Mr. Zhou just wanted to invite him when he said this.

"Young people have good brains. You have seen this. Well, I invite you to my house for a meal.

After a busy day, if I leave without eating, I, the old man, will be said to be incompetent in the future. "

Mr. Zhou said with a smile. It could be seen that his mood was much better than in the afternoon.

People of their generation have come through strong winds and waves, and have never experienced anything.

For others, it is a big deal, but for them, even life and death are trivial matters. What they worry about is never personal gain or loss, but other things.

What Mr. Zhou doesn't want to give up is not his position, but he doesn't want to let go of Jingang. He is worried about what will happen to Jingang after he leaves.

Jiang Xiaobai smiled helplessly and helped Mr. Zhou upstairs.