I became the richest man in the world after losing my life in a vegetative state.

Late night comes.

Yang Ming put on a coat and sat in front of the window for a long time.

When he returned to the bed and lay down to rest, he found that it was not a soft mattress, but a hard wooden bed. However, there were sheets underneath, soft sheets like ordinary train hard sleepers, so it was still more comfortable to lie down on. of.

I don’t know how long it took.

Yang Ming seemed to wake up suddenly.

He found that he was awakened not by the cold, but by a startle.

In that case, he didn't lie down to rest anymore. He got up and turned on the dim light. He looked out the window. Under the light, it seemed that it hadn't stopped raining outside, and it was still drizzling.

It's getting colder in this weather.

Yang Ming couldn't sleep, so he didn't sleep again.

There was a voice outside the door.

Yang Ming opened the door and saw clearly that it was an aunt from the guest house.

"Mr. Yang, do you need any service?"

"Auntie, why don't you go and rest?"

Yang Ming asked strangely.

He didn't need anyone else to stay here all night, not to mention it was too cold outside.

"Our director asked me to be here. If you need any services, I will do it for you immediately."

Needless to say, Director Song, the person in charge of the guest house, must have asked them to do that.

Yang Ming could only say: "Auntie, bring me a pot of hot water. I want to soak my feet, and I'll bring you a cup of hot tea."

"Yes, Mr. Yang."

The female guest house employee stayed outside the door all night and was very bored. Now when she saw the light suddenly turned on in Mr. Yang's room, she thought something was wrong.

When the guest house aunt went to pour a pot of hot water for Yang Ming's feet, she came in.

And made a cup of tea.

"Mr. Yang, do you need any other services?"

"No need for the moment."

When the aunt was about to leave, Yang Ming took out 10 yuan of RMB and handed it to her and said: "Auntie, you don't need to tell Director Song about your hard work."

"Mr. Yang, I can't accept it."

At Yang Ming's insistence, the aunt still accepted the 10 yuan note.

She originally thought this was her job.

Guest house staff like her are usually very idle and rarely see other guests checking in. Over time, they will definitely be lazy and have a bad service attitude.

For them, this is an iron rice bowl job. If you do it seriously, you will only get a small amount of money. If you do not do it seriously, you will only get a small amount of money. Over time, outsiders will feel that the service attitude of the guest house staff is particularly poor.

Until later, more and more hotels appeared in the country. Most of the hotels were privately owned. Hotels paid most attention to service attitude and service level. Over time, guest houses like this original monopoly gradually disappeared, even if they did not all close down. Or only a small portion survives.

Tonight, this aunt did these things for Yang Ming, and Mr. Yang gave her 10 yuan, which made her very happy. She felt that her efforts were worth it.

Yang Ming tested the water temperature there and started soaking his feet. He drank the cup of hot tea and looked out the window. He still felt very good.

. . .

Time passed by minute by minute.

It's past six o'clock in the morning, and the window is getting brighter and brighter.

Azhu and Zhong Chuhong went back to their room last night and did not take a shower. They lay down and fell asleep. They almost couldn't get up this morning, mainly because they were too tired from the car ride yesterday.

Now that they woke up, they hurriedly got up and prepared to serve Young Master Yang.

Unexpectedly, they found that Young Master Yang had already gotten up.

"Master, didn't you sleep last night?" Azhu looked at Yang Ming.

"I got up early."

After getting up now, Yang Ming asked them to pack their things.

After Mr. Shen, Secretary Zhang and others also got up, they returned to the commune canteen for breakfast.

"Mr. Yang, did you sleep well last night?" Secretary Zhang asked hurriedly.

"Secretary Zhang, I slept well last night."

"That's good."

Secretary Zhang was worried all night, feeling that Mr. Yang might not be able to adapt to the conditions here.

Yang Ming, Yang Jirong and his wife, Lin Xiuzhi, Chen Bo, Song Shaoguang and others all packed up their things and left the guest house.

Before leaving, Yang Ming also gave 500 yuan to the director of the guest house, Director Song, as their accommodation fee and service fee last night. Director Song originally did not dare to accept it, but when he saw that Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang had nothing, , Director Song said: "Mr. Shen, Secretary Zhang, I will hand over to the finance department then."

Yang Ming and others left here and came to the dining hall.

A rich breakfast has been prepared in the dining hall here.

They just made it according to their best specifications, and there are more than ten kinds of patterns alone.

Yang Ming also simply ate some, not planning to stay any longer.

Get in the Rolls-Royce.

Chen Zhenhua said with some worry: "Boss, it rained lightly last night, and it is still raining now. I'm afraid that if the next journey is all dirt roads, it will be difficult to drive."

If you are on the hard-bottomed asphalt streets in Xiangjiang, you don’t have to worry no matter how heavy it rains.

It's different now.

Driving on a rainy day, even if it's just a light drizzle, can be troublesome.

Most importantly, he was worried about driving safety.

"Let's take a look first."

Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang's motorcade left here and continued northward with Yang Ming's motorcade.

After leaving Pingshan Town in Huidong, Yang Ming sat in the car and closed his eyes to relax.

When Yang Jirong and his wife saw their son's appearance, they were afraid that he had not slept well last night, so they did not disturb him.

The car also left the streets of Pingshan Town.

Along the way, it was still a cement road, and there were no problems.

When we were heading to the road to Andun Commune in front, something went wrong in front of us. All the roads ahead were dirt roads. Although there were not many vehicles, Mr. Shen and others drove the convoy first, but several cars actually stepped into the dirt and were unable to move forward. Condition.

At this time, Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang got out of the car in the rain and hurriedly tried to find a solution. They found that no matter how hard they drove, they couldn't drive.

Jeeps like this, Dongfeng cars, can drive just fine, but ordinary cars with too short chassis have problems.

At this time, Mr. Shen could only come over with an umbrella and said to Yang Ming: "Mr. Yang, the front and rear wheels of the car in front are all stuck. We have to find a way to solve it first."

"No problem, let's wait."

It didn't take long for Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang to think of a solution immediately.

There are many people outside.

These people were men, women, old and young, and they were dressed very simply. They had just learned that the convoys were stuck in the mud and could not get out because of the rain. Soon some villagers called other villagers to help.

Some villagers hold shovels, some hold hoes, and some hold other tools.

Those who didn’t know thought what these villagers were going to do.

At first, these villagers did not know who was sitting in the car now. In this era, it is difficult to see small cars, let alone luxury cars.

These villagers may not know anything about Rolls-Royce, but they can see that it is an expensive car.