Because, the life he lived outside was not a life of fine clothing and fine food.

To this day, Dai Fang blushes slightly for her dilapidated home.

Because, under the dilapidated roof, a young man who has always dominated the media headlines is holding a big bowl and eating firewood cooking with relish...

"Zhao...Mr. Zhao, welcome to my humble home..."

Looking at the richest flower grower who suddenly visited, Dai Fang really didn't know what to say.

"Hello, Teacher Dai," Zhao Song warmly stretched out his hands and held Dai Fang's rough right hand tightly, "I hope you won't be offended by the hasty visit."

"No, no~"

Dai Fang hugged back tightly.

…

If this handshake has any meaning.

We can say that this is a gathering of two generations of private entrepreneurs.

Perhaps, through this handshake, the typical representative of the first generation of private entrepreneurs after the reform of this country will continue to move towards his...
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