Ten Million a Day, Yet Trapped in a Small County Town

Every morning, a million yuan appears in your bank account. You can spend as much as you like, and any unspent money carries over. There are no penalties. Tell me, does that sound good or what?

But what if you can only spend it in a small county town, where a bowl of noodles costs five yuan, a skewer of barbecue costs one yuan, and the taxi base fare is just four yuan? There’s no airport, high-speed rail, or subway. There isn’t even a Starbucks or Haidilao. Worst of all, the place has no nightlife economy!

In short, other people have no money, but Chen Cong has money and nowhere to spend it.

With no other choice, he has to take matters into his own hands. No Haidilao? He’ll open one himself! No shopping district? He’ll build one!

To create a bustling night market and prevent people from moving away, he even opens factories and builds high-speed rail!

Many years later, when Lingxin County ranks first among the nation’s top hundred counties, Chen Cong faces the reporters’ microphones and helplessly spreads his hands. “I really just wanted to enjoy myself!”