King of Industry

On the train, Zhao Guoyang squeezed in with his luggage, relying on his strong body, while Ma Jian followed closely behind him, for fear of being squeezed apart.

Why did Zhao Guoyang carry the luggage instead of dragging it?

There is really no way, the trains of this era are crowded with people, there is no place to stand, if the luggage is not carried on the shoulders, it is guaranteed not to squeeze in.

When passing the hard seat area, Zhao Guoyang suddenly found a young woman in her early thirties holding her son and peeing in the corner of the carriage. What surprised him even more was that no one around him spoke out to stop him, which seemed quite normal.

It would be unbelievable if this was placed in the era before Zhao Guoyang's rebirth.

But now that he has come, Zhao Guoyang can only let himself integrate into the current environment.

In fact, sleepers in this era are not much different from hard seats. They are also small and crowded, but there are more small beds with upper and lower bunks.

After Zhao Guoyang settled his luggage, he sued Ma Jian for a crime, and climbed directly to the upper bunk to sleep and refresh himself.

Ma Jian thought that Zhao Guoyang was sleepy, but in fact he was quite uncomfortable with the horrible scene in front of him, and he couldn't say anything.

As the most common long-distance transportation in the early 1990s, the speed of the green leather train was one of its major drawbacks.

From Jinling to Yangcheng, driving and stopping all the way, they walked for two days and two nights. The bumpy road almost broke Zhao Guoyang's bones.

Secretly recalling before rebirth, when he went out in that era, the planes came and went, and the luxury car picked him up when he arrived, Zhao Guoyang could only sigh and fell silent.

When getting off the train, it was a toss again, but with previous experience, Zhao Guoyang adapted a lot this time, and squeezed a way for Ma Jian along the flow of people.

Guoyang, you are in pretty good health. Lao Hu, the head of the supply and marketing section, was much worse than you when I was on a business trip with me for the first time. I was so crowded that I almost couldn't find anyone. At the train station, Ma Jian patted Zhao Guoyang on the shoulder with a smile and said.

The old Hu that Ma Jian was talking about was naturally Hu Dalong, the head of the sales department.

Because of the frame problem, Zhao Guoyang didn't have a good impression of this man, and he was basically speechless at ordinary times. At this time, when Ma Jian mentioned the name, he smiled reservedly and didn't express his opinion.

The two walked towards the outside of the train station talking and laughing. Although Zhao Guoyang was empty at this time, he couldn't help walking a little faster when he thought that he would reach his destination soon.

After leaving the train station, gusts of refreshing cool wind blew on his body, allowing Zhao Guoyang to sweep away the previous haze.

Haha, how about Yangcheng! Here, even in winter, the lowest temperature is never lower than ten degrees. Ma Jian smiled and took off his thick coat.

Looking at the high-rise buildings and the endless crowds on the street, Zhao Guoyang also showed some amazement on his face.

You must know that in the early 1990s, the Republic had not proposed concepts such as national central city and megacity.

When it comes to big cities in China, there are only three names in everyone's mind: Beijing, Songjiang and Yangcheng.

Pengcheng, another super-large city in Southern Guangdong Province that emerged in later generations, is far inferior to these three cities at this time.

Among the three major cities, it goes without saying that the capital is the political center of the Republic; Songjiang is the economic center of the Republic, and these two cities are municipalities directly under the Central Government.

And Yangcheng, which can be compared with these two municipalities, naturally has its own unique features.

Zhao Guoyang didn't know much about Yangcheng in his previous life.

He only knows that the largest sports meeting in China, the National Games, was only held in three cities in turn before the 2005 Jinling National Games, namely the three major cities of Beijing and Shanghai.

In fact, as the forefront of reform and opening up, Yangcheng, the capital of southern Guangdong Province, has always been a very special city.

The people here are open-minded and aggressive, and it is adjacent to Xiangjiang, an international financial center, which makes it have a unique development environment and natural advantages that other big cities do not have.

Historically, since the Qin Dynasty, Yangcheng has been the political, military, economic, cultural, scientific and educational center of South China.

Since the 1930s, it has become the main port of the Chinese Land Maritime Silk Road. It became the largest port in China during the Tang and Song dynasties, and it was the only major foreign trade port in China during the Ming and Qing dynasties.

It can be said that Yangcheng is a very important city in the history of China. It can have the current prosperity, not overnight.

Looking at the bustling crowd, Zhao Guoyang's mood gradually relaxed.

Yes, after my rebirth, this is the first time I have come to a metropolis like Yangcheng, and it is indeed much more prosperous than a regional metropolis like Jinling.

Guoyang, have you never been to such a bustling city? Let's go, get on the bus first, and I'll take you around Yangcheng after we're done. Seeing Zhao Guoyang standing there, Ma Jian thought he hadn't seen him. As for the past, he quickly reminded with a smile.

Zhao Guoyang responded quickly, dragging his luggage, and followed the pace of Director Ma.

Yangcheng's bus system is even more developed than Jinling's, and there is one bus for every line almost every ten minutes. Ma Jian was familiar with the road, and took Zhao Guoyang directly to Line 12.

After getting on the bus, Ma Jian took out a 50 cents ticket and handed it to the female conductor sitting at the door.

Two people, four cents, I'll find you ten cents. While speaking, the female conductor picked out a ten-cent corner ticket from her hand neatly, and handed the two torn tickets to Ma Jian.

In this era, there is no such thing as automatic coin insertion. In addition to the driver, each bus must be equipped with a conductor. Most of these conductors are women.

The conductor in front of him was wearing a denim suit, which looked quite fashionable and capable. Zhao Guoyang couldn't help but take another look, and secretly praised: Sure enough, it's a big city and can keep up with the pace of fashion.

Perhaps it was because Zhao Guoyang was not a local. After the vehicle started, the conductor reminded him in half-baked Mandarin: Comrade, find a seat and sit down. This car shakes a lot.

Ah, good... good! Zhao Guoyang, who was a little distracted, nodded quickly in response.

Ma Jian noticed Zhao Guoyang's expression, and couldn't help being amused.

He has a free and easy temperament, so he didn't bother Zhao Guoyang, so he found a seat and sat down on his own.

Along the way, Zhao Guoyang looked at the ups and downs of the buildings outside the window, and the endless stream of people on the street, and suddenly felt a feeling of gradually blending into the city.