Chapter 387: Supermarket Site Selection

Especially when Zheng Xiangnan found out, it was already too late; while feeling self-reproach in his heart, he also felt frustrated by his son's failure to live up to expectations.

With his family's excellent conditions, compared to the equivalent Liu Family, his son was not just a little bit worse than theirs, but worlds apart.

"Sigh."

For the first time, Zheng Xiangnan felt so powerless; even his father's passing last year hadn't made him feel this helpless.

In the Hospital, Zheng Zhiming's eyes were hollow; he was only in his early forties, yet he was now terminally ill, tortured to the point of looking like an old man of fifty or sixty. Seeing his parents arrive, he became instantly agitated.

"Father, Mother, I don't want to die, I'm not reconciled to this! It's all Zhang Ping'an and Zhong Mingzhu's fault, they both deserve to die! If it weren't for them, how would I have fallen to this state? How would I have contracted this disease?"

"You bastard, you're at death's door and you're still blaming this and that? Do you really think your father doesn't know anything?"

"Zhong Dingbang didn't hold it against you, and Zhang Ping'an, the victim, didn't say anything either, yet you, the perpetrator, are making false counter-accusations instead. How did I ever sire a coward like you?"

After Zheng Lao had left, Zhong Dingbang had already told him everything and expressed that the past was in the past, he wouldn't hold a grudge, and the two families would be as they were before.

Zheng Xiangnan's face was full of pain; he truly couldn't believe that even in this state, his son still refused to repent. He even doubted if this son was his own flesh and blood. He and his father had lived upright and honorable lives, so how did they produce such an unfilial son?

Previously, when his father wanted his son to marry into the Zhong Family, he hadn't opposed it. If it worked out, that would be best; if not, he was confident that with his family's foundation, he could still carve out a path for himself.

Outside the ward, Zhong Dingbang, who had just arrived, had a livid expression. His face softened slightly after hearing Zheng Xiangnan's words, but he had no intention of going in.

Zhong Dingbang had lowered himself to seek treatment for Zheng Zhiming from Zhang Ping'an, and now, not only was there no word of thanks, but he was also being blamed.

It was even clear that everything was of Zheng Zhiming's own doing, yet now he was blaming his daughter and son-in-law; he truly was not worth saving.

"His father, the child is already like this, stop talking."

Zheng's mother, Wu Caixiang, had a sorrowful expression. She had no heart left to distinguish right from wrong; she only wanted to accompany her son through this final stretch of his journey.

It wasn't easy for Zheng Xiangnan to say these things either; he didn't want to see a white-haired person bury a black-haired one, but what other choice did he have now?

It wasn't just him; his wife and even Zhong Dingbang were helping to find doctors, but both Chinese and Western medicine practitioners said it was already too late. Even his daughter-in-law, who had no hope of a cure, was now being treated as a last resort, let alone his son, whose lower body had almost completely rotted away.

In just a few days, Zheng Zhiming's body suffered from multiple organ failure. Now, he didn't even have the strength to speak, and his body was covered in various tubes.

"This is also self-inflicted."

Zhang Ping'an didn't continue to pay attention, and neither did Zhong Dingbang. Ever since hearing those words from Zheng Zhiming, he had never appeared at the Hospital again.

A week later, Zheng Zhiming died, dying with a face full of resentment; conversely, his wife gradually began to recover.

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At this time, Zhang Ping'an had already arrived at the Mo Du Automobile City. Looking at the people coming and going, Zhang Ping'an smiled with satisfaction.

"Brother Zhang, why didn't you say anything in advance when you came? I could have gone to pick you up."

"Jiancheng, do we need to be so formal between us? How is business lately?"

The Oriental Group branch in Modu was currently managed by Qian Daming, and Zhang Ping'an had notified them to pick him up early on, so naturally, there was no need to notify Jiang Jiancheng in advance.

"It's good! Brother Zhang, your Hunger Marketing is truly effective. It would be even better if our production volume could be a bit higher."

After jumping out of the institutional framework, Jiang Jiancheng was now like a fish in water; not only was he making more money, but he also had plenty of face. Who didn't have to call him General Manager Jiang when they saw him?

"Hahaha, I wish I could too."

Zhang Ping'an shook his head and laughed. Currently, the production capacity of the Sijiucheng Machinery Factory was already half-allocated to the domestic market, yet it still couldn't satisfy domestic demand.

"By the way, Brother Zhang, what brings you here this time?"

"Hmm, I'm here to survey the market, and by the way, to discuss building another automobile city with you all."

"Build another one?"

Jiang Jiancheng was a bit puzzled. With the current production volume, one automobile city couldn't even be satisfied, so wouldn't building another one be a waste?

"Ahem, let me reveal some news to you in advance: Longteng Automobile will invest in building its own automobile production base in Modu."

This was something Zhang Ping'an and Jia Youwei had agreed upon before the New Year. Now, not only was the domestic market developing, but various countries in Southeast Asia were also developing rapidly, and the production volume of the two automobile factories was still too low.

Not only that, Longteng Automobile and the Sijiucheng Machinery Factory would also engage in deep cooperation to jointly establish a joint venture company, Sijiucheng Long Teng Automobile.

The De'an Automobile City in Sijiucheng would also be expanded. Of course, there was no rush; it would be fine to have it built by the end of next year.

"Really, Brother Zhang?" Jiang Jiancheng stood up in excitement.

"Naturally."

"Hahaha, then building one automobile city isn't enough; we need at least four, covering all the surrounding districts directly."

"That works too."

Zhang Ping'an didn't object to this. When the time came, he could directly drive down the price of the Santana from Hans, and there would be no chance for the high prices of his past life to return.

Zhang Ping'an remembered that the automobiles from Hans would arrive in the country to open factories either next year or the year after. At that time, the price was once hyped up to over two hundred thousand; if they could sell for one hundred thousand this time, that would be a blessing.

"Jiancheng, then I'll leave this matter to you. When the time comes, donate cars to the local Public Security Bureau in the name of the other four automobile cities."

"Hahaha, good! Brother Zhang, leave this to me."

He was willing to do this kind of showy work. Last year, he had represented De'an Automobile City and donated ten small cars to the local Sub-bureau.

If he could build them this year, he would donate fifty cars at once; that would surely make him an outstanding young entrepreneur again.

Of course, that was impossible; a large-scale automobile production base couldn't be achieved overnight; it would take at least a year or two.

After distributing the tasks, Zhang Ping'an continued with his supermarket site selection. For seven or eight days in a row, he marked over ten locations. During this period, he also secured two old Western-style houses in Jing'an, so he would have a place to stay when he came to Modu in the future.

This was the first time Zhang Ping'an had done things personally. It turned out that site selection and surveying really didn't suit him. If he had known, he would have left it to Lou Xiaoe and let her arrange for people to conduct the on-site surveys directly.

It wasn't until May that Zhang Ping'an returned to Sijiucheng. By this time, construction had already begun on the automobile cities in both Modu and Sijiucheng. By this time next year, automobile sales would see explosive growth.

"My dear granddaughters, hahaha!"

Beside the baby carriage, Zhang Ping'an held a rattle in one hand, teasing his two granddaughters, and the two children responded with babbling sounds.

"Father, have the supermarket locations been finalized?"

"Hmm, I've already handed it over to Lou; she will arrange for people to build them."

"Father, aren't you going to Xiangjiang to see my younger brother and sister?"

Zhang Weidong was anxious on the side. He was usually very busy, and now that he had finally found some free time, he wanted to get close to his daughters, but the spot had been taken by his father.

"Hehe, here you go, look at you."

Zhang Ping'an was not annoyed; when he had his daughter Wanqiu back then, he was just as fond of her as he was of his big son now.

"Hehe, good daughter, good niece, it's Daddy, it's Uncle."

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