Chapter 1492 Reluctance

After walking through the oasis composed of camel thorns, they walked out of the small mountain col full of sand and gravel. They trekked for more than 8 hours. At 5 o'clock in the afternoon, when they helped each other reach the campsite, they found that this place was completely different from yesterday's camp. There are no longer only military green canvas tents, there is a pure white yurt in the middle of the camp.

The yurt is very large, with a stage about one meter high in the middle. Around the stage, there are ten tables. The tables are already filled with various fruits and various delicacies with the characteristics of the Northwest.

The big plate in the middle is a mooncake that even a few Americans are familiar with.

"Wow, what a surprise!" "I absolutely love this event." Seeing this scene, many people were refreshed and were already resurrected with full health before they even started eating.

There was no extra step. As soon as everyone sat down, Feng Yiping raised his glass and said "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!" There was a loud clink of glasses, which also kicked off the dinner.

In everyone's expectant eyes, two middle-aged men wearing long gowns appeared on the stage. The shorter one had a big and smooth head, a thick and short neck, and a fleshy face, but his small eyes were particularly bright.

The taller one has curly hair, loose facial muscles, and even his smile has a hint of sadness.

These two guys, who didn't look very good, stomped onto the stage. The tall one was in front and the short one was behind. They bowed slightly to the big guys in very inconsistent ways. The short guy put his hands on his sleeves and said, "In front of the bed." Ming Yueguang, I am...,"

"Oh, it turns out it's him, I think I've heard of it,"

By this year, the most famous organization in the domestic cross talk circle has emerged in the industry. Their several venues in the capital have finally stopped operating in dismal conditions and have already sold out every venue.

However, their influence is currently limited to the capital and has not yet spread across the country.

Feng Yiping has just proposed Internet thinking, and this group should be the first example of Internet thinking in China and its operation is very successful.

By next year, because of their cooperation with the Internet, they will quickly be known to people across the country and become popular all over the country.

It was a great deal to invite them to perform before they became famous. The level was no worse than later, and the attitude was better than later. The key was the appearance fee. It was as high as the sky and the earth later. It was not an ordinary deal, but it was also a bargain. Kind of a different kind of picking up leaks.

With the presence of the two of them, the night was full of laughter and joy. When the curtain call came at the end, the audience stood up and applauded continuously.

However, some of those who stood up were already unsteady on their feet. Zhou Xingyu's arrangement did not fail. On such a special occasion, on such a special night, they did not need you to persuade them, they kept toasting themselves.

What Zhou Xingyu is worried about now is not that everyone drinks too little, but that everyone drinks too much.

By the end of the dinner, the wind that had been blowing all day just stopped. In the middle of the camp, a few more bonfires were lit. They drank tea and ate mooncakes without any guidance. Many people in the group had already opened up spontaneously. Heartfelt, "After being pricked in the foot by a camel thorn, without everyone's support, I would definitely not be able to survive today...,"

"Last night, looking at the moon in the sky, I thought a lot...,"

"From yesterday to today, I feel that this is the day where I have gained the most and have the deepest feelings in this year...,"

Another idea of ​​Feng Yiping was also well implemented. Several American executives from Cummins were alone, surrounded by several Chinese colleagues. Some of them exchanged their feelings about the past two days with them, and some expressed their feelings to them. Asking about the situation in the United States, of course, some are also discussing work with them...

"Look, how simple it is," Feng Yiping said, holding a mooncake and looking around with a bit of pride. "You don't need to set up any scenes or organize any activities. Aren't they communicating spontaneously? How effective is this? !”

"Team building, to put it bluntly, is to allow two or more people to experience something together. In the process, they will consciously encourage each other, help each other, and communicate spontaneously. There is no need to play. Those flower jobs?”

"You're awesome, that's it!" Jin Ling said.

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In Feng Jiachong, it was just when each family had just finished a sumptuous dinner. At first, there were only some young men who could not sleep gathered in the square in the middle. Later, some adults also walked out of the house one after another, or sat beside the river. Under the promenade, or sit on the edge of the square with a chair, swinging the cattail leaf fan, listening to the energetic young people singing karaoke, watching the children who can't sleep, chasing the twinkling fireflies around the pond.

The conversation was all about family matters, occasionally interspersed with a discussion like, "The moon is really big today." In fact, it was considered moon-appreciation.

As their families gradually became richer and they gradually got rid of the heavy and hard physical work, the living habits of these people living in small mountain villages deep in the mountains have unconsciously changed a lot.

This is actually the same as Feng Yiping's persistence in the desert. For some things, as long as you lay a good foundation, you don't even need to guide or bother to organize any activities, and everyone will naturally go in the direction you want.

But the family that brought them these changes is not here today.

On such a special day, Feng Zhenchang would have done more housework according to his old habit, but today, not only she, but also Mei Qiuping could not get involved.

"The square is very lively. You can go too, or go upstairs. Leave these to me." Feng Yuxuan put on an apron and packed it up quickly. "Dad, the tea has been brewed."

"Oh, I still have to check the account," Feng Zhenchang glanced at his daughter.

"I'll do it," Mei Qiuping was about to pick up the leftovers, but was firmly separated by Feng Yuxuan, "I said, leave these things to me these days,"

"Okay," Mei Qiuping understood what her daughter meant. In the future, such opportunities will definitely become less and less.

"Jingping and the others will be back tomorrow, and you can also help me a lot,"

"Forget it, there is no need for her to take action. Besides, she will have many opportunities in the future," Feng Yuxuan finally did not take the opportunity to ridicule her brother.

"Uncle, aunt, Rongrong and the others will come up the day after tomorrow," Mei Qiuping had to change the topic.

"Unconsciously, Rongrong and the others went to college," Feng Yuxuan said.

"Speaking of which, although their grades are not as good as Yi Ping's, they are still up to par. The worst ones even got into the second grade," said Feng Zhenchang, who said he was going to look at the account books, holding a cup of tea.

"That's because, you haven't seen that during their high school years, several uncles not only supported them like their ancestors, but also spent countless money,"

"Just talking about the nutritional supplements in the last year, each of them ate more than you, and the expenses for the three of them to hire various tutors, the total amount can buy a car," Feng Yuxuan said, "If this is the case If you can only go to three majors or a junior college, then they are really sorry for the family and the RMB. If we were like this..."

She immediately felt that this was wrong. Yes, she immediately noticed that her parents were silent and quickly changed her words, "My brother was worried back then. When he was in high school, he didn't have to worry about his family at all."

"That is, during his high school years, in addition to studying, he also set up several companies and wrote a best-selling novel." Mei Qiuping also helped her daughter make up for it.

"It's thanks to my younger brother's good leadership, otherwise they would probably be like me, unable to get into junior high school and thinking only about going out to do things," Feng Yuxuan continued to make amends.

"Yes, after Yiping was admitted to college, how many college students did he produce in our village and neighboring villages, not to mention the town?" Feng Zhenchang finally spoke.

"No one has been admitted to a university as good as my brother," Feng Yuxuan added.

These words really made his parents happy. This matter will always be Feng Zhenchang's pride.

In their minds, getting admitted to a prestigious university is equivalent to passing the imperial examination in ancient times.

"Not to mention, even in the whole country, there are not many people who can go to Stanford Business School for further study," Feng Yuxuan continued to save.

"That's right, Yiping is the first person to enter Stanford Business School with an undergraduate degree. That's the first in the world,"

Feng Zhenchang and the others can even explain this clearly, which shows how proud they are.

They are still the same as before, a little shy about talking about money in front of others, but they are very happy to show off their sons' achievements in reading and academic achievements.

Feng Yiping originally decided to re-study and work hard to get into a good university. Now it seems that it couldn't be more correct.

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At ten o'clock in the evening, the excitement in the square also stopped, but Mei Qiuping, who had been lying in bed for a long time, couldn't fall asleep listening to the commotion upstairs. "Hey," she pushed Feng Zhenchang, "I'll go. Take a look in Yuxuan's room,"

"Go," Feng Zhenchang said immediately. He seemed to be very sober.

"Yuxuan, are you asleep?" Mei Qiuping asked outside the door.

"Mom, didn't you go to bed early?" Feng Yuxuan opened the door unexpectedly.

"I can't sleep," Mei Qiuping glanced at the room, "Why are you packing all this? Aren't the things you need to bring already packed?"

"I just put away these things that are not commonly used. This place can be used as a guest room in the future,"

"Your room will always be your room. Besides, we don't have enough guest rooms. There are plenty of them in the company's buildings." She walked to her daughter's bed and sat down, her eyes moistening. , you can’t live here,”

"Mom, who said that? I want to go home to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival. What's wrong?" Feng Yuxuan comforted her mother in turn.

"Yuxuan," Mei Qiuping wiped her eyes with her sleeves, "Your father and I feel that the most regretful thing now is that we were not able to let you finish junior high school. Those years were really hard on you."

"Mom, I knew you were here for this. What I said just now is that it was you and Dad who didn't let me read at first. It was because I really couldn't read and I only wanted to go out and see the world. "

"If life at home had been better back then, you wouldn't have thought like that, blaming me and your dad for being useless," Mei Qiuping blamed herself.

Parents are always like this. No matter what, their son has graduated from college and his daughter has not finished junior high school. When they think of this, they feel very sorry.

"Mom, stop talking. This really has nothing to do with you. Look, Lin Hui's family is in good condition. During her years in junior high school, she spent all her time playing. It was a waste of money."

"The year I went out, there were only one or two female classmates in the class. Aren't many of them coming from pretty good families? This matter really has nothing to do with you. It's because we really couldn't get into school at the beginning. Books, I get a headache when I read them,” Feng Yuxuan recalled seriously.

Compared with her brother, she sometimes feels resentful, but when she thinks about it, she can't really blame her parents.

She didn't finish junior high school, of course, because of her poor family conditions, but the main reason was her own fault.

"Fortunately, you are living well now and have obtained a college diploma. We feel better. Yuxuan, if you want to complain, blame me and your father, don't blame your brother. We didn't let you go to school because we couldn't afford to support you two."

"At the beginning, the family owed a lot of money. You finished junior high school, but you only owed a few hundred yuan in foreign debt. Later, we slowly paid it back and we could afford it."

"I know, I know," Feng Yuxuan lowered her head, "I don't blame you at all, let alone my brother. I can only blame myself."

"Mom, I was wrong during those years when I was away. I forgot about my family as soon as I went out. My family was so poor. I didn't send a penny back during those years. My brother always owed tuition fees. He didn't even have a set of clothes to wear. I was out and bought a lot of clothes that I didn't wear a few times. Now I think about it, I regret it so much," she couldn't help but lean on her mother and cried.

"It's okay," Mei Qiuping patted her daughter's back gently, just like when she was a child, "Which girl doesn't like to look good? We can't buy you one, what's wrong with buying one for yourself? Isn't it all over now?"

The knot that had been suppressed in her heart for a long time was finally untied on the eve of her daughter's marriage. Since Feng Yuxuan left home in junior high school, the mother and daughter have rarely had such a warm moment.

"Mom, the more I think about it, the more I miss home," Feng Yuxuan cried harder and harder.

"You silly girl, there will always be this day," Mei Qiuping's eyes turned red.

Downstairs, Feng Zhenchang turned over and buried his head in the pillow...