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

Yang Ming's motorcade left Andun Commune and continued northward.

12:25 noon.

The convoy has arrived at Fucheng Commune.

This is the county seat of Zilin County.

Zilin County is right next door to Longchuan County.

Just before Yang Ming's motorcade entered Zilian County, he suddenly found many people coming outside.

"Peter, where are we?" Yang Jirong asked again.

"Daddy, I saw many buildings outside with the word Zi Ming on their walls."

Zi Ling?

That is Zilin County, next door to my hometown of Longchuan County.

At this time, Yang Jirong was also very excited. He found that he was really getting closer to his hometown.

Suddenly there were many people outside.

How is this going?

Yang Ming asked Chen Zhenhua to notify others to stop the car slowly. When too many people are around, accidents can easily happen.

Chen Zhenhua slowed down and almost stopped.

Yang Ming finally arrived at what those people were cheering for.

"Welcome home Mr. Yang!"

"Welcome home Mr. Yang!"

. . .

Could it be that someone organized to welcome Yang Ming here?

Before Yang Ming came back, he had reminded Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang not to disturb other people's normal lives as much as possible, and there was no need to organize any welcome ceremony.

Now that he saw so many people outside welcoming him, Yang Ming thought that Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang had specially asked them to do that.

In the other Mercedes-Benz car, Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang looked at each other.

The two of them were also puzzled.

"Secretary Zhang, I didn't ask anyone to do that! Mr. Yang doesn't like to disturb people in his hometown."

"Mr. Shen, I didn't ask anyone to do that."

The two looked at each other and smiled at each other.

After getting off the car, Mr. Shen first went to the window of Mr. Yang's Rolls-Royce.

"Mr. Yang, it should be the masses who come to welcome you spontaneously."

Spontaneous welcome from the masses?

is it possible?

Do they know Yang Ming?

Yang Ming couldn't believe it.

Mr. Shen's expression didn't look like he was lying, so he said, "Daddy, Mommy, let me get out of the car and take a look."

Yang Ming really doesn't like this kind of organized welcome ceremony, which is a waste of manpower and material resources. It's so cold and raining outside now, so there's no need for that.

In addition, it is not good to have too many people. It is easy for accidents and even stampedes to occur.

When Yang Ming got off the car, Chen Zhenhua hurriedly held an umbrella to shield Yang Ming from the light rain and walked towards the crowd.

How many people came to this place?

Yang Ming couldn't believe it. He looked at it and saw it was so densely packed.

It stands to reason that in the 1970s, the population of Zilian County should have been 4 to 50 million. How could there be so many people in this county? Moreover, many people lived in rural areas.

Now there are probably hundreds of thousands or 200,000 people here.

Yang Ming saw that in this small Zilin County, there were men, women, old and young on the surrounding streets, at the windows of the buildings on both sides of the street, and on the roofs of the buildings.

Yang Ming walked forward, while Chen Zhenhua watched nervously.

With so many people watching, it's possible to accidentally get swallowed.

As a bodyguard, he has always been the most opposed to his boss appearing in dense crowds.

"What are you doing here?" Yang Ming went over and asked.

Someone saw Yang Ming getting off a car in the distance. They didn't know Yang Ming's identity, but they felt that he didn't dress like an ordinary person.

"We are waiting for Mr. Yang here."

"Mr. Yang? Which Mr. Yang?"

"Of course it's Mr. Yang who came back from Xiangjiang."

Obviously Yang Ming was standing in front of them now, but they didn't know that they came to greet Mr. Yang unanimously.

"Who did you listen to?"

"We have long heard that Mr. Yang, the richest man in Xiangjiang, will definitely pass through the streets of our main urban area in Zilin County when he returns to his hometown today. Let's all see what the richest man in Xiangjiang looks like?"

"That Mr. Yang is just an ordinary person, and he doesn't have a lot of talent. It's so cold and it's raining lightly now. You guys should just go home."

"No, we have been waiting here all morning just to see Mr. Yang."

Yang Ming was really speechless.

He felt that someone might have deliberately leaked information about him, or someone might have deliberately arranged for these people to welcome him.

Speaking of which, Zilin County and Longchuan County are connected together, and this is Yang Jirong's hometown.

Looking at these lovely people in front of him, what else could Yang Ming say.

"What if Mr. Yang doesn't come back?"

"Impossible, Mr. Yang must be back. Mr. Yang has a lot of money. I heard that he will also give out money, new clothes, candies, and watches to people."

Send money?

Send out new clothes?

Hand out candy?

Send a watch?

. . .

Hundreds of thousands of people are here, how can he send it?

Chen Zhenhua was a little afraid of the onlookers, so he quietly motioned to Mr. Yang to get in the car. If these people discovered that Mr. Yang was in front of them, it would be terrible.

These people not only came to welcome Mr. Yang, but also wanted to take things from Mr. Yang.

"I'm telling you, fellow countrymen, even if Mr. Yang really distributes things, you have hundreds of thousands of people gathered here. How can Mr. Yang distribute it to you?"

"Luck, whoever has good luck will get it." The onlooker villager still said that.

Yang Ming noticed that the villagers who were watching were either wearing very thin clothes or very little, not keeping warm at all, and were even shivering from the cold. Some of them were not even wearing shoes, so they were standing barefoot in the crowd watching.

In addition, some even brought out children as young as three or four years old. Seeing these children's faces turned red from the cold, Yang Ming was no longer moved. He still felt that these fellow villagers were really cute.

"Did someone say that to you on purpose?"

"No, we came here on our own after hearing the news."

"Fellow, where is your hometown?"

"I'm from Langtang."

"I'm from Jiuhe."

. . .

If we say that these villagers are all from the commune towns below Zilin County, then it is not too far away to say that these people are. However, many of these people came here barefoot, and they probably had to walk for a long time to get here.

Yang Ming even doubted that these people came at midnight last night.

The farthest commune under Zilin County is forty or fifty kilometers away from the county seat. If you just walk barefoot, you may not be able to get here all day and night.

What surprised Yang Ming even more was that some of them were actually from the neighboring county.

Like those from Longmen, Luhe, and Wuhua.

These people came here just to see Mr. Yang, or because they just heard that Mr. Yang might give something to someone when he comes back through Zilin County?

For some reason, Yang Ming felt indescribably moved at this moment.