Chapter 515: Return to Jingcheng

Zhang Guangdou thought for a long time, burning countless brain cells.

He finally decided to take the matter to the highest level.

Although this was against regulations, he might eventually be punished, but what if that?

Just as Yang Qing said, if that happens, it's a nine-thousand-nine-hundred-and-ninety-nine in ten-thousand chance it won't happen, but if that happens.

Yang Qing, for that one-in-a-chance, splurged a hundred million; what is this life to him?

The higher-ups, after receiving Zhang Guangdou's jump-the-report, also thought he had something important to say.

As a result, you tell me, Yang Qing had a dream, dreaming of the Tan Shan earthquake, in which several hundred thousand people died.

What joke are you playing?

Are you sure you're not just messing with me?

Zhang Guangdou spoke out about Yang Qing's splurging of a hundred million.

Chen Yun's expression began to grow heavy.

"There really has been such a thing in history, but it couldn't be this coincidental, could it?"

Zhang Guangdou earnestly persuaded.

"Manager Chen, just in case, first have someone check overnight whether Tangshan has any abnormal situation."

"Finally, this matter, it's best to let the teacher know."

"Let's just treat it as an earthquake drill; even if nothing happens in the end, we'll feel at ease."

Finally he again spoke solemnly.

"Yang Qing said, if it's not true, he will bear all the consequences."

"That hundred million, he won't take it back; the loss will be calculated separately."

Yang Qing is so generous; know that the country's GDP is only three hundred billion now.

Chen Yun felt, this risk is worth taking.

He then went to see the teacher.

The teacher's spirit was already not good.

After hearing Chen Yun's words, he thought for a long time.

"Then let's do it; we fight heaven and earth, still afraid of an earthquake? Whether it happens or not, we'll take it as our mission to carry out."

"If it happens, I will have saved several hundred thousand people; if not, we will have gained experience."

"This is a hundred benefits and no harm for us in resisting natural disasters, right?"

After the teacher's approval.

The matter became much simpler.

The Tangshan earthquake drill unfolded grandly.

The Jiedao office and the People's Commune played a huge role.

They were divided into individual small collectives, continually practicing disaster avoidance and relief abilities.

Meanwhile, the investigation team also obtained the investigation results at this time.

When Chen Yun saw various signs, he directly issued a death order to conduct an all-around earthquake drill.

No one was allowed to enter the houses; everyone lived in tents set up on open ground.

The second night.

A tremendous thunderous roar, the aurora lit up the entire night sky.

The earthquake struck.

Houses, like paper constructions, collapsed in an instant.

Many who took earthquakes lightly, sneaking back home, had no time to react before being crushed under the rubble of their houses.

Chen Yun, who had not slept all night, felt a surge of fear in his heart.

Without Yang Qing's reminder, the consequences would be unimaginable, and the resulting disaster would be immeasurably huge.

Zhang Guangdou felt much lighter in his heart.

With this merit, the matter of jumping the report can be let go; however, because of this experience, his future may also be at an end.

This is the rule; no one likes having merit without thinking of their own leader, and moreover it's a jump-the-report, making the situation bad.

Zhang Guangdou himself understood, but the matter happened right before his eyes; what could he do? Report to you? Don't kid; not being scolded would already be good.

Regarding this, he is very clear in his heart.

After the teacher learned, his eyes showed a strange light.

Yang Qing, this kid, is a bit too miraculous; he wants to see him.

The meaning was conveyed over.

A difficult problem was placed before Yang Qing.

Yang Qing hesitated a little, then gave some instructions, and disappeared for a few days.

The matter was done secretly, so no one knew Yang Qing had left Gangdao.

Taking a train all the way to Lingnan, then boarding a plane, he returned to Jingcheng.

Seeing Jingcheng again, the ancient buildings had not been demolished much; on the contrary, many more high-rise buildings had appeared.

Yang Qing's real estate model had already spread everywhere.

A surge of welled up in his heart; he truly had changed this world.

We also now possess our own real estate model.

Because the matter was urgent, Yang Qing didn't have time to go back for a look; he went to Zhonghai and met the teacher.

The teacher looked curiously at Yang Qing, and Yang Qing also looked respectfully at him.

Finally the teacher waved his hand.

Everyone else went out.

Only then did the teacher speak.

I've always wanted to see you.

Yang Qing's eyes were a little moist.

I also wanted to see you for a long time, just never had the chance.

The teacher chuckled.

Do you have any resentment? If you do, vent it at me, this old fogey, just let it out.

If you don't let it out now, you won't get another chance.

Yang Qing sat down by himself.

He poured a cup of water for the teacher.

Alas, timing and fate, nothing is in our control.

The teacher looked at him again, then finally asked.

Are you really not planning to hand over the things your father hid?

We really need money; that sum is very important to us.

Yang Qing instead shook his head.

If it's all about money, why would it be his turn to transport it?

Most of them are items that are hard to transport and hard to exchange for money.

You've guessed wrong.

And besides, giving them to you now would just be wasteful.

Let's talk about it when the conditions are ripe.

The teacher didn't expect such an answer.

But it's understandable.

If it's not about money, as long as the items stay within the country, we can give them to you.

Now industrialization is complete, money isn't so tight anymore.

Yang Qing explained again.

Most of them are antique cultural relics; the foreign currency has already been divided.

Otherwise these things wouldn't have ended up in my father's hands.

As for the money, it was either taken away or buried by them, possibly also used to improve their livelihood.

Now many people don't even have that anymore.

There's no need to keep holding onto them.

The teacher took a sip of water, comforting Yang Qing.

I didn't intend to seek them out; the past is past.

You say handing over the cultural relics to us would be wasteful?

Do you think our campaign to destroy the Four Olds is wrong?

But if we don't do that, how can we eradicate their outdated thinking?

Feudal bad customs and superstitions are deeply entrenched; nothing new can be built without destroying the old.

Their stubborn ideas have poisoned deeply; they must be eradicated.

Yang Qing let out a sigh.

Trying to change an adult's mindset is extremely difficult, harder than giving them a new soul.

Adults are already set in their ways; hope lies only with the young.

Implementing compulsory education is key; reading many good books naturally enlightens people.

And indiscriminately eliminating old culture and foreign knowledge—is that really good?

Without old culture, are we still Daxia people?

We have grown from the soil of the old civilization.

Without that soil, where would our sense of identity come from?

I feel that a civilization with five thousand years of uninterrupted continuity is far more precious than these imported things.

We should discard the dross and retain the essence.

Rather than negating everything.

The problems with Confucianism are great; we should reject the bad parts, but the teachings of Confucius and Mencues have no major issues. We cannot, because of Confucianism, throw away the Confucian-Mencian way entirely.

Yang Qing now has plenty of courage; he dares to say anything.