In the yamen of the Quanzhou prefect, in a quiet corridor, footsteps sounded.

Zhu Wenqi, who was meeting guests in his office, frowned slightly.

"Knock knock."

There was a knock on the door, followed by a voice.

"Fuzun, Zheng He, the governor of Jinghai, has arrived in Hong Kong, do you want to inform Nanjing."

Zhu Wenqi, who was still sitting upright, stood up almost instantly, threw down a few wealthy businessmen and strode over to open the door, making the public who was guarding the door close almost staggered.

"You said Zheng He is back?"

Although the secretary specially assigned by the General Administration Department to Zhu Wenqi, the new prefect, was surprised how the always calm Fuzun could be so out of shape, he still quickly stabilized his mind and replied: "If you go back to Fuzun, yes." ”

"Okay, got it."

Zhu Wenqi groaned and confessed: "You should immediately send someone to report this matter to the Nanjing General Administration Department now, go ahead." ”

waved away the secretary, Zhu Wenqi turned around and went back to the house, smiling and confessing.

"There is something important in this mansion today, and I am afraid that I will not be able to attend tonight's reception, you Haihan."

Several businessmen stood up one after another, with big smiles on their faces.

"Don't dare, don't dare, the official affairs of the government are important, I won't bother you when I wait, and I will leave first."

After speaking, he walked past Zhu Wenqi one by one, and inevitably shook hands again.

"Fuzun and relax, the construction of the industrial park, or that sentence, as long as the approval here, we will immediately settle in and start construction, the first batch of construction funds have been to the Quanzhou Bank, as for the construction and planning, we can contact and discuss with the Department of Public Works at any time."

"Good, good."

Zhu Wenqi smiled happily, stretched out his hand and patted the back of these people's hands: "Then thank you to a few directors, please go back to the reception for a while, I have already instructed to go down, and there will be a special person from our General Administration Department to entertain a few later, and by the way, I will also take a few people to appreciate the customs of our Quanzhou." ”

Several people were a little flattered and polite: "That's really annoying to the mansion, and stay and don't dare to send it." ”

Stopping at the threshold, Zhu Wenqi watched several big businessmen leave, until the back disappeared from his eyes, then he turned around excitedly and walked to a place, took off a long velvet jacket and put it on his body.

To tell the truth, the relationship between Zhu Wenkui and Zhu Wenqi and Zheng He is actually not bad, although the gap in age is too big, but they can't stand to meet often.

When Zheng He didn't go to sea, he basically lived in the palace, and as soon as he went to sea, the two boys liked to pester Zheng He to ask for things, those rare objects from Arabia, Europe and Northeast Africa, or exotic beasts, Zheng He brought back a lot.

In his heart, the younger Zhu Wenqi obviously prefers to be intimate with Zheng He.

This kind of intimacy is even far more than that of Zhu Yunwen, the father and emperor, probably because of the shortness of people and the softness of eating people.

After all, Zhu Yunwen is really too strict in treating children.

Sometimes Zhu Wenqi is very envious of the younger brothers and sisters below him, they are much happier and happier in life, there are not so many strict requirements, and being with Zhu Yunwen is really a father and a son.

But anyone understands in their hearts that the more this is the case, the more it shows that Zhu Yunwen has no intention of cultivating these children to take over the throne.

Shaking his head at the thoughts in his heart, Zhu Wenqi walked out of the prefect's yamen, the parking space at the yamen, and the coachman was guarding next to every carriage, and when he saw Zhu Wenqi, a middle-aged man came up.

This is Zhu Wenqi's coachman, and he is also a brocade guard, who followed Zhu Wenqi when he was young, and he has been with him for more than ten years.

"Fuzun, are we going to the reception office?"

Liang Daoyi, the king of Nanhua, arrived at the reception and fell, and the coachman naturally thought that Zhu Wenqi was going to visit.

The latter shook his head directly. "Let's go to the port of Quanzhou."

What is there to see about Liang Daoyi?

Besides, in terms of external identity, Zhu Wenqi is only the prefect of Quanzhou, and Liang Daoyi is the king of Nanhua, this identity is many levels different, and there is nothing to talk about.

After settling down overnight, I will leave Quanzhou for Nanjing tomorrow, and I will not be delayed here.

After getting into the carriage, Zhu Wenqi immediately got lazy, slept in the soft seat in the car, and through the window, enjoyed the scenery passing slowly and listened to the noisy noise.

"The traffic in this city is really congested right now."

Feeling crowded, Zhu Wenqi, who was already anxious, was even more unhappy.

Since the promulgation of Xu Buji's economic stimulus bill, in just two or three years, Quanzhou has created a group of rich people.

Originally, it was only a few factory owners who got rich first, but when these factory owners made money, the wealth naturally flowed into other fields, and a group of small private business owners were created.

Then, under the circulation of wealth, ordinary people's home workshops, small restaurants with a little cooking skills, and folk clubs with a little skills have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.

This directly leads to the current Quanzhou, which says that furniture can buy a carriage is simply countless.

As for the second-generation 'reform' brand bicycle with a guide price of only 800 yuan, it is even more per person.

With tens of thousands of horse-drawn carriages and hundreds of thousands of bicycles, the traffic situation in Quanzhou is simply terrible.

Fortunately, although the traffic is congested, it is in the city after all.

After waiting for a while, the carriage carrying Zhu Wenqi came to a bayonet.

The bayonet is built to imitate the appearance of the ancient level, and it is located across the road with four doors underneath. There is a huge plaque on the top: "Quanzhou East Expressway Exit." ”

It is said that it is a door, but in fact it is four gaps.

There were no heavy gates, no city guards, just a few improvised barricades.

On one side of these barricades, there was a small hut in which three or four people were standing or sitting.

The carriage reached one of the gaps, and the window of the room was open, and a man peeked out of it.

"Where are you going?"

The coachman snorted coldly and took out a token.

"The Quanzhou prefect's yamen is on business."

There was a sudden fire in the house, and several people rushed out of the hut, hurriedly carrying the barricades, and making way for the carriages to pass by.

It is also strange that after the carriage passed this simple little bayonet, the road was still the same smooth road, but the number of vehicles on the road was significantly reduced.

And behind the carriage, at the very top of the bayonet, there was a huge plaque that read.

"Welcome to the entrance of Quanzhou East Expressway."

This kind of road is called a highway.

Because of its convenient transportation and less traffic, horse-drawn carriages and horses can pass quickly on this road, and there is hardly too much congestion, so it is called "expressway." ”

But the name made officials from the Ministry of Industry's Department of Transportation feel unpleasant, so they simply changed the name to the expressway.

Take the meaning of "efficient, convenient, and fast passage".

The carriage was much smoother on the highway, and the coachman rushed to the direction of Quanzhou Port, and there were many ramp crossings on the way, most of which were marked with guidance.

There is the Jingquan Expressway to the north, and there is also the Beijing-Guangzhou Expressway to the south.

It's just that Zhu Wenqi is not in the mood to care about how many carriages go north to Nanjing, nor is he in the mood to care about how many merchants from Guangzhou go to and from Quanzhou.

His eyes now are all about the large-scale Quanzhou Port that is faintly visible not far away.

I also saw that at the location of the port of Quanzhou, a large group of people were gathering together, pointing at the goods unloaded by dozens of seagoing ships returning from the ocean.

Zhu Wenqi's eyes became more and more excited.