I Make Seventy Million a Day in My Hometown

[Career-Focused] + [People-Centered History] + [Infrastructure] + [Multiple Heroines]

After graduating from Beijing Normal University, I turned down a state-owned enterprise job offer and planned to return to my hometown in Yunnan with my girlfriend to help build it up.

But beside the bed at a Super 8 hotel, she said coldly, “Either go to Shenzhen or we break up.”

Heartbroken and disoriented, I returned to my hometown, Dongchuan County. Suddenly, a voice rang out in my mind:

“Dongchuan County bound. Resident population: 778,600. Daily income of 77.86 million yuan has been deposited.”

Restriction: This money can only be spent within the county.

I spent 10.01 million yuan on a Mercedes-Benz S-Class, then stayed at a budget hotel that cost 128 yuan a night. The owner thought I’d rented the car to show off.

I offered a monthly salary of 50,000 yuan to recruit talent. My college classmates laughed and called it a pyramid scheme.

I bought a bankrupt agricultural machinery factory, and the veteran workers blocked the entrance, afraid I’d run off.

They said Dongchuan was a dead end. I said dead ends are exactly where you have to break through.

With seventy million yuan a day, I don’t buy yachts or chase women. I build roads, factories, and schools, and recruit talent.

I’ll bring back the 400,000 people who left. I’ll find Li Cuihua from the foot massage parlor a respectable job. And I’ll make the taxi driver who mocked me watch Dongchuan become a metropolis of twenty million people.

“Never look down on a poor young man”? No. I’ll make Dongchuan so rich that no one dares look down on it.