Chapter 514: Year

Year 76.

When Yang Qing further solidified Harmony Record.

The news coming from the mainland included both uplifting reports and ones that made people grieve to the point of despair.

That year, the mainland's industrialization plan was almost entirely completed.

The construction of the full‑spectrum industrial chain was completed, indicating that we now have a talent‑manufacturing machine for industrialization.

(From nothing to something is extremely difficult, as hard as scaling the heavens; without a nationwide system, even giving us another hundred years we might not finish. If you don't believe it, you can check third‑world countries yourself to see who has completed it.)

Having achieved it, from nothing to something, we can continuously cultivate related talent on this foundation.

For example, once you have a car, you must learn to drive it, even study the basic principles of automobiles. You also need mechanics, car washers, people to decorate the car, and so on……

This is the value that can be created; it can nurture a large number of related talents.)

This provides a solid foundation for our industrial development.

This foundation consumed twenty years of effort from a generation, and is also the result of selfless dedication by hundreds of millions of rural people.

It is also the most important support for the nation's subsequent rise.

The completion of industrial infrastructure also signals that the heavy burden that has pressed on the countryside for twenty years can be lifted.

That year, the dirtiest and most exhausting work was finished.

After this year, the successor is Wei Guangzheng.

The insults go with them; the applause belongs to the successor.

That year, several important people passed away one after another.

Yang Qing thought of these, and tears couldn't help but fall; no matter how many grievances he harbored, compared to what they had done, what did his own experiences amount to?

They hold the nation's fate like a chessboard, planning for a hundred years; what is he, a mud loach flailing in the mire, compared to that? Nothing.

So what if he time‑traveled? Even if he time‑traveled again, he cannot bear this mountain‑like burden; he can only struggle in a small puddle.

Yang Qing understands where his ability lies; even with the modest Yang Enterprises now, he feels powerless, let alone a whole nation.

That year, a massive earthquake also occurred.

He has been hesitating whether to tell Beifang about the earthquake.

But he has no way to explain.

Because something weighs on his mind, Yang Qing suffers insomnia night after night.

Closing his eyes brings to mind the deaths of hundreds of thousands and countless people wailing among the ruins.

In the end, he decides to speak out, doing his part and leaving the rest to fate.

He may not be able to influence many things.

But what he ought to do, he still must do.

Even if it arouses others' doubts, even if his future may be what they make of it.

The threads of fate pull him; he knows it may be very dangerous, but he still has to bite onto this hook.

He doesn't know whether he'll be reeled in or released.

But so what, if fate truly is so, I accept it calmly.

Stepping out of the Harmony Record Big Building, Yang Qing could feel the different atmosphere of Gangdao.

Many places lowered half‑masts, showing respect for that legend.

This made Yang Qing even more resolute in his choice.

Time flies.

It was July 25.

Yang Qing resolutely walked into Hua Run.

Hua Run's person in charge, Zhang Guangdou, upon hearing that Yang Qing was coming, dropped all his tasks and personally received Yang Qing.

"Director Yang, you haven't been here for a while."

Yang Qing looked as if he were about to die of exhaustion.

"Sigh, Harmony Record is even more trashy than I imagined."

"I'm about to die of fatigue, and I still haven't dealt with Harmony Record properly."

"Harmony Record International is too deeply poisoned; we have to take drastic, bone‑scraping measures to cleanse it, but if we are too ruthless, many companies might be killed in one blow."

"I handle it daily with a small knife, carefully, but as soon as the old toxin is gone, new toxin arises; I'm like a fire brigade, running back and forth."

Zhang Guangdou, who also knows something about Harmony Record, chuckled.

"Since it's rotten through and through, just discard it and buy a new one."

"You aren't short of money."

Hearing this, Yang Qing was stunned.

He wondered if he was being overly pedantic, why he had to be a patch‑work craftsman; perhaps he should just go bankrupt outright and start over himself.

He then shook his head.

Harmony Record is too massive, and he lacks talent; although Azure Cloud Company can solve a large portion, how many people possess the power to revive the dead?

These tasks are delicate work; the rotten ones he has already discarded, and the good ones he has selected.

The remaining half‑dead ones are precisely the perfect time for him and his manager to grind experience; throwing money at them still won't produce that experience.

This matter cannot be slacked off; it still requires personal involvement.

He himself is a rookie and needs to learn.

"Alas, after all it's my own company; discarding it outright is too wasteful and easily draws criticism."

"These Yinglian people have a lot of petty nonsense."

The two talked as they entered the office, and Yang Qing gestured for Zhang Guangdou to go to the hidden area.

Zhang Guangdou tacitly brought him into a secret room.

"Director Yang, is this something important?"

Yang Qing nodded, then solemnly stared into Zhang Guangdou's eyes and said seriously.

"Brother Zhang, what I'm about to say might be hard for you to believe."

"But please believe me."

"This concerns the lives of several hundred thousand people; even if you don't believe me, you must make full preparations."

"If it turns out to be false in the end, I will bear all the losses myself."

Zhang Guangdou was frightened by Yang Qing's solemn expression and bloody words.

"What happened, Director Yang? I will give it my all."

Yang Qing spoke solemnly again.

"In the coming days, Tan Shan will experience a major earthquake."

"I don't know the exact time, but it will be these few days."

Zhang Guangdou was dazed, "You're telling me this?" he wondered.

"Director Yang, are you serious?"

Yang Qing again expressed that he was serious.

"Recently, I had people purchase fifty million worth of disaster relief supplies."

"Today Huárun received it, and shipped to Tangshan."

"Also, this is a fifty million check; use it for disaster relief according to the specific situation."

Looking at the check in front of him, Zhang Guangdou believed it was real.

But how to convince domestic people about this is the real problem.

"Director Yang, how did you know?"

Yang Qing revealed a wry smile.

"Brother Zhang, to be frank, I dreamed of this disaster, continuously for half a year."

"Before, I could only remember a bit, and still thought it was an ordinary nightmare."

"But now the dream is very clear; I remember the time and place."

"I can guarantee the reality of this disaster."

"Because of the earthquake in Longling, I also dreamed of it."

"I thought it was a dream, but it turned out to be real."

"Brother Zhang, you say, can I not be serious about this?"

"The lives of several hundred thousand people."

"Better to believe it exists than not; I am willing to bear the losses of this matter."

"I only hope for that one-in-ten-thousand chance."

Zhang Guangdou opened his mouth wide; this world is too miraculous.

However, warning through dreams is not uncommon in history.

Although domestically superstition is opposed, but since it concerns lives, he cannot help but take it seriously.