Chapter 737: Who is Zhou Andong?

"Zhou Andong? Who is Zhou Andong?" The master looked at his wife, Sun Meiyun, full of confusion.

Sun Meiyun slapped her forehead. Her husband never liked watching the news and had even less interest in real-time gossip. For a taxi driver, this was absolutely unqualified.

Take Beijing taxi drivers, for example; give them a topic, and they can chat from dawn until dusk, covering everything from five thousand years of history to municipal affairs, current events, gossip, food, drink, and anecdotes about celebrities, without ever repeating themselves.

Then there's the cleanliness of Shanghai taxi drivers; most like to cover their seats with beige khaki covers. While waiting for passengers, you can always see the drivers using feather dusters or clean water to wipe down their cars. The interior space is always spotless.

Sun Meiyun looked at her husband and suddenly laughed. He wasn't as good at chatting as the Beijing drivers, nor as diligent as the Shanghai drivers, but he had the sincerity of a Northeasterner. Back when she was studying in Fengjing alone and met him, wasn't it his sincerity that attracted her?

"What are you laughing at?" The master looked at his wife, not understanding why.

Sun Meiyun laughed again: "Zhou Andong is the boss of the Jiangzhou Yugong Group. Jiangzhou Yugong Liquor, Jiang Xiaobai, Jiang Xiaomei, Feichang Cola, and that iced black tea you like to drink are all products of companies under the Yugong Group."

"Is that so?" The master took the newspaper over, and when he saw the photo on it, he was stunned: "Wife, are you sure this is Zhou Andong?"

"Yes!" Sun Meiyun nodded: "Television and newspapers report on him often; even now, the provincial TV station is playing his commercials."

The master suddenly laughed: "I didn't expect that I would have driven a big shot today."

Sun Meiyun looked at her husband in disbelief: "Hu Zhonglei, the person you drove this morning was Zhou Andong?"

"Yes!" Hu Zhonglei pointed at the newspaper with his finger: "If he is Zhou Andong, then there's no mistake."

Sun Meiyun blinked, suddenly excited, wrapped her arms around Hu Zhonglei's neck, and gave him a loud kiss on the cheek.

"Quick, tell me, what happened?"

Seeing his wife's excitement, Hu Zhonglei felt a bit jealous: "Why are you so excited when this Zhou Andong is mentioned?"

Looking at her jealous husband, Sun Meiyun burst into laughter: "You're jealous of everything. Even if I really had any ideas about Zhou Andong, he wouldn't want me anyway."

"At least you have self-awareness." Hu Zhonglei took the opportunity to step down. If he went too far, sleeping on the sofa at night would be a blessing from the Goddess of Fortune; if things went poorly, he might have to go to the balcony to feed the mosquitoes.

"Hurry up and tell me!" Sun Meiyun hugged Hu Zhonglei's arm, acting spoiled.

Hu Zhonglei enjoyed his wife's affection, feeling a bit lightheaded, and recounted how Zhou Andong got into the car, how they finally rushed to the accident scene, and how they searched for and rescued the injured together.

Sun Meiyun listened, then began to stare blankly. She hadn't even paid attention to the news reports about the explosion on TV.

After the news finished, Hu Zhonglei realized his wife was acting a bit strange.

"Wife, what's wrong with you?"

Sun Meiyun came back to her senses, looked at Hu Zhonglei's face, and said with great anticipation.

"You just said Zhou Andong told you to buy more houses in Shencheng?"

Hu Zhonglei nodded: "Yes!"

With a start, Sun Meiyun stood up, then immediately sat back down, muttering something to herself that couldn't be heard clearly.

This scared Hu Zhonglei, who reached out to touch his wife's forehead.

"You don't have a fever. Why have you suddenly become so superstitious, talking nonsense? Are you possessed?"

"You're the one who's possessed." Sun Meiyun said irritably, then gritted her teeth: "Old Hu, I'm going to buy a house."

"Buy a house?" Hu Zhonglei was startled: "Where would we get the money to buy a house?"

"If we don't have money, we'll borrow it!" Sun Meiyun had made up her mind: "Buy a two-bedroom apartment of over sixty square meters in Xiangshan Mansion."

"Stop, stop, stop, wife, let's be calm." Hu Zhonglei hurriedly tried to soothe his wife: "Do you know how much a house in Xiangshan Mansion costs?"

"I know!" Sun Meiyun was still excited: "Over two thousand, less than three thousand."

"You know, then." Hu Zhonglei said irritably: "Nearly three thousand per square meter. Sixty square meters would be 170,000 or 180,000. Where are we going to borrow that money?"

Xiangshan Mansion was a high-end residential project developed by Xiangjiang's Hengrong Real Estate, and it was also Hengrong Real Estate's first foray into the mainland market.

Previously, powerful Xiangjiang real estate companies had invested in the country, but they had only invested in commercial real estate.

Although it was a trial project, the quality, layout, landscaping, and services of the residential complex were all replicated from high-end Xiangjiang properties.

Therefore, the appearance of the Xiangshan Mansion complex completely set itself apart from other residential projects in the mainland, and also widened the gap between people.

"I'll ask my mom, you ask your mom, and with our savings added in, there definitely won't be any problem." Sun Meiyun was not discouraged; on the contrary, she was full of fighting spirit.

"That's not it!" Hu Zhonglei was speechless. "Wife, can we be a little more rational? This house we're in now was allocated by your workplace, and it's quite good to live in. Besides, we're familiar with all the neighbors; why must we go buy a new house?"

"You don't know anything." Sun Meiyun looked at her husband, feeling a bit frustrated that he wasn't living up to expectations. "What kind of person is Zhou Andong? He's a big entrepreneur. If he tells you to buy a house, and even tells you to buy two more, do you think he's just spouting nonsense?"

Hu Zhonglei was very unconvinced: "We were just chatting at the time, what do you think?"

"What do I think!" Sun Meiyun sneered. "He said Shenzhen has development potential and that housing prices will rise."

Hu Zhonglei was still unconvinced: "He didn't say housing prices would rise, did he?"

Sun Meiyun raised her fist: "I'm saying housing prices will rise."

Hu Zhonglei gave a start: "Zhou Andong didn't say housing prices would rise, but if you say they will, then they definitely will."

Sun Meiyun hummed with satisfaction: "Call your parents immediately to borrow money; borrow as much as you can. Tell them not to worry; we will definitely pay this money back."

Hu Zhonglei wanted to say something else, but seeing Sun Meiyun raise her fist again, he nodded vigorously.

"Alright, I'm going out to make the call right now."

Sun Meiyun got up to follow him: "I'm going too!"

Hu Zhonglei asked: "Where are you going?"

Sun Meiyun said: "Going home to borrow money from my mom."

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The next day, the major explosion in Shenzhen shocked the entire nation as it was reported by all major print media and television stations across the country.

Following that, the story of Zhou Andong being among the first to rush to the scene, participating in organizing the rescue of the injured, and making donations swept across the country like a whirlwind.

When disaster strikes in one place, help comes from all sides. Disaster is heartless, but there is love in the human world. Zhou Andong's words moved countless citizens.

Of course, there were those who were not moved, and were even very angry, and that was Lian Xiangzhi.

Last time he tried to ride the coattails of a trending topic but failed, ending up covered in filth, so he spent money to buy ad space and go on television to establish a patriotic persona for himself.

These past few days, the effect seemed quite good; he hummed a tune as he entered his office in the morning and even poured himself a cup of tea, not even needing his secretary.

It was just that he never dreamed last night that his good mood would be terminated by the knocking on the door that followed.