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On Saturday, May 1, 1993, Qionghai City was sunny on this day. There was no sudden rainstorm and no heavy sunshine. Although the afternoon temperature could still rise to more than 30 degrees, it was still cool at least when the sun rose in the morning. Moreover, there was a gentle breeze from time to time today, which made the climate even more pleasant.

The signing ceremony between Zhou Ming and Qionghai Coconut Milk Factory Qionghai Biopharmaceutical Factory and Qionghai Motor Machinery Manufacturing Factory began in this good weather.

The square at the entrance of Xinhai Hotel was arranged very grandly, with a grand stage set up, with the sky blue curtains of Qiongzhou Beach in the background. Under the front row of several hot air balloons, various banners to welcome foreign friends and congratulate the successful convening of the signing ceremony. In addition, there are various etiquette ladies wearing ethnic minority costumes on both sides of the stage, smiling and preparing.

Various staff with badges were shuttled back and forth, and the arrival of the guests, leaders and reporters were arranged. At the same time, police officers outside the stage also set up a cordon to maintain order on the scene, and stood outside the cordon to suppress the onlookers.

Although the ceremony was still a while before, all the reporters had already sat in front of the stage early, and the reporters who rushed to the back had no place to make arrangements. Unfortunately, the organizers had to add a press seat to solve the problem.

"Oh my God! Why are there so many people here? I'm afraid that the entire Qionghai reporters are here?" A young reporter from behind looked at the crowded group of reporters in front and said incredible.

An old reporter next to him told him: "If it were just our Qionghai reporters, it would be fine. No matter how late we would always have a seat, but this is not only Qionghai reporters, but also Lingnan and even Yanjing, the capital, have come. You can hear their accents. If we come later, we may not even have a remote location, so we can only stand outside the cordon with our fellow villagers to interview."

"I'm sorry, Master, I wasted my time." The young reporter apologized, but then he didn't understand, "But why are there so many reporters, and even reporters from the capital, come? Is the signing ceremony important today? I'm afraid that this scene can be compared with the establishment ceremony of Qionghai Special Zone?"

"I'm afraid I can't even compare to the establishment ceremony of the Special Administrative Region." The old reporter shook his head and sighed.

"I can't even compare to that ceremony?" The young reporter widened his eyes, full of suspicion, "Master, don't bully me if I don't understand, just talk nonsense. Isn't this just an ordinary and even conspiring signing ceremony? Due to the collapse of Qionghai's real estate industry, the coconut milk factory Qiongsheng Pharmaceutical and Qiongma factories owed a lot of money, so he had to sell the factory at a low price, so he asked him to get a bargain? I heard that the coconut milk factory sold it for only 20,000 yuan before, which is too exaggerated... Oh, why are you hitting me?"

The old reporter slapped him on the head and interrupted his talk, glaring at him: "What are you talking about randomly? What ordinary signing ceremony with conspiracy? Are these things you should say? Buying a factory for 20,000 yuan is a loss for you to say this. If there is really such a cheap thing, why don't you buy it? Why didn't you buy it today's signing ceremony not held by you?"

The young reporter touched his head and looked very aggrieved, and kept muttering: "That's it, I'm not wrong. I think this boss Zhou Ming is just a speculative businessman who is not kind. I despise such a person the most!"

The old reporter glared and raised his hand to beat him again, but finally sighed and said to him earnestly: "Let me listen to it. Today it seems to be just a signing ceremony between the three major factories of Qiongsheng Pharmaceuticals in the coconut milk factory and Qiongma, but in fact it has great political significance behind it."

The young reporter was very surprised. The old reporter could only tell him that he had no political awareness and that the young reporter felt very wronged.

The old reporter was so angry that he was unable to make a living, but he still explained to him: "The collapse of the real estate industry before made everyone and even the whole country expressed concern about the development prospects of Qionghai. Not only did a large amount of capital flee from Qionghai, but even the central government cut financial subsidies and project support for this, and the economy of Qionghai was in a depression for a while."

The young reporter nodded thoughtfully: "No wonder I saw that many shops on the street are closed, and even the bun shop where I ate breakfast every day said I would leave Qionghai if I didn't do it."

The old reporter smiled bitterly: "Even a bun seller can see that Qionghai's economy is over, you can imagine what the national attitude is."

Then the old reporter changed his tone: "But now someone has come forward to acquire Qionghai's factory and has joined forces with large foreign companies to acquire joint ventures. This is to give Qionghai a shot of a heart-warming agent! It can be said that the development status of Qionghai in the next ten or twenty years is determined by today's signing ceremony. Can you say such an important thing not receive widespread attention?"

"Look at that." The old reporter pointed to the side, "That is Zhang Heng, the head of Nanjiang Stock Exchange, who is the founder of Nanjiang Securities Market and the leader of the capital market in the entire southern region; next to him is Luo Han, the first deputy president of Nanjiang Development Bank, Zheng Yi, chairman of Ye'an Co., Ltd., Cui Jiang, chairman of Jinke Co., Ltd., Zhou Yuan, chairman of Wantian Co., Ltd., and Wang Lian, chairman of Yuanda Co., Ltd...."

As the old reporter said these familiar names, the young reporter's mouth became wider and wider, because these people were all amazing. First of all, Zhang Heng only looked at the level of a department-level cadre, but he was the leader of the Nanjiang Exchange. He only had a large entrepreneur with a net worth of millions or tens of millions and wanted to treat him to a meal, and it was enough to show his identity.

The same is true for Luo Han next to him. If Zhang Heng is the leader of the Nanjiang Exchange and the emperor, then this Luo Han will truly implement all Zhang Heng's ideas into the cabinet's chief military minister. At the same time, he also created the stock market miracle of Nanjiang Development Bank and allowed Nanjiang Development Bank to make 100 million yuan a year.

Others such as Zheng Yi and Cui Jiang are also big entrepreneurs with great reputations throughout the country. It is a great honor for any reporter to have the opportunity to interview them. It is easy to make headlines in the economic sector if anything is easy. All such people are here today, which makes young reporters frightened.

But obviously the surprise he was not over yet, and the old reporter then pointed: "Look, there are foreign journalists over there, too."

The young reporter looked in the direction of the old reporter's fingers and saw more than a dozen blonde, blue-eyed, and high-necked foreign journalists, which made him gasp: "My God, who is Boss Zhou Ming this time? This is a little exaggerated!"

The old reporter looked at his young apprentice with a look of old god: "Why is this exaggerated?"

The young reporter looked confused. He didn't understand what his master meant. Why did this simple signing ceremony invite such big entrepreneurs and foreign journalists to support him? Isn't this exaggerated enough? I'm afraid that these should be the most grandest since the establishment of Qionghai Special Zone.

The old reporter shook his head and pointed at him again: "Did you see the empty place there until now?"

After he reminded him, the young reporter noticed that there was still an empty place there, but at this time his mind was no longer able to turn around. He just asked blankly: "What's the point of Master? Is there any central leader going to come?"

"Stupid!" the old reporter cursed, "Did you forget that today's signing ceremony was a joint venture between the coconut milk factory and other companies? What is the central leadership? Do you think Director Ma of the province has represented the party and government organs? If there is really a central leader coming, we Secretary Sheng will inevitably be there."

"Who is that?" the young reporter asked weakly, but immediately he remembered the joint venture in the old reporter's words, and he said, "Is it a reserved position for foreign companies? Leave such a good position. It seems that Zhou Ming is also a guy who admires foreign countries and fascinates foreign countries. I still say the same thing, I despise such a person the most!"

Faced with the dissatisfaction of the young reporter, the old reporter surprised not to scold him this time, but directly spit out a name: "Benz."

"Isn't it just Mercedes-Benz? I thought...Why are you talking about the famous German car Mercedes-Benz?"

The young reporter didn't react at first and was a little disdainful, but then he was surprised to jump up: "I'm so happy, that Mercedes-Benz is my favorite brand. Not only did he build the world's first car, but he is still the most famous car brand in the world. I was lucky enough to see it once when I went to Hong Kong City. Their cars are simply too domineering, better than other cars I saw!"

"It's a pity that Mercedes-Benz did not seem to have officially entered the country." The young reporter seemed to have reacted, "Master, does this signing also mean that Mercedes-Benz will officially enter the country? That's great!"

The old reporter shook his head gently: "I don't know if it's officially entering the country, but I know that this time the CEO of Mercedes-Benz is coming."

"Chief Executive?"

The young reporter was so surprised that he couldn't speak at this time, because in his impression, it was not that there were no foreign companies entering the country, but most of them just sent representatives. After all, foreigners have misunderstandings about China and need to contact them slowly. How could the CEO come here directly like this now? According to his understanding, he is the highest leader of foreign companies, and it is a world brand like Mercedes-Benz, which is... too exaggerated!

The old reporter seemed to feel that it was not enough to shock his young apprentice. He continued: "Mercedes-Benz is indeed amazing, but this is just one of the foreign companies that came to this time. Others include Siemens, Adidas, and Mango Clothing... What's wrong with you?"

The old reporter introduced it to the young reporter as if he were to know it. As the names were said one by one, he saw that the young reporter seemed to be trembling, which made him stunned.

This time, the young reporter did not answer his master, but suddenly shouted: "Boss Zhou Ming is so handsome! He is simply the savior of Qionghai and the idol of all of us. When this ceremony is over, I must interview him alone and I must sign a photo with him!"

Faced with this situation, the old reporter was confused. Is this boy crazy? Why are you so excited? What did you say that you despise such a person the most? You are just like a fanatical fan now?
Chapter completed!