Chapter 2660 Opinion

Entertainment programs were suspended. When you turned on the TV, all you could see were news that would make you cry. The search and rescue teams were still working day and night at the scene, but the sad thing was that as time went by, the good news we heard became less and less, and less and less realistic...

But countless people still held out hope.

And the relevant figures in the news were still rising mercilessly...This was a May that broke the hearts of countless Chinese people.

Almost without waiting for official appeals, large numbers of people found local Red Cross and other institutions for the first time, and went to banks to inquire about relevant accounts and made spontaneous donations.

Workers, farmers, cadres, students, entrepreneurs, celebrities...Children in kindergarten held piggy banks, elderly people in wheelchairs took pensions, and garbage collectors took money out of their pockets and stuffed it into the donation box, while holding snakeskin bags in their other hands...

Many people who originally had reservations about the morality of the relevant institutions did not hesitate this time. Regardless of the conditions, they all donated the greatest love in their lives in terms of numbers.

These days, everyone hopes to bring comfort to those who are in misfortune in this way, and hopes to share their pain in this way.

On various portals, the donations of countries, regions, companies, and individuals have been constantly updated.

Although in such matters, it is more or less a matter of intention, and it is actually free to donate or not, but since there are numbers, it is inevitable to compare.

Since a well-known big man's statement that "I certainly admire companies that donate more than 10 million... but I think it is appropriate for us to donate 2 million" was widely criticized, some people turned their attention to Feng Yiping.

In fact, the donations of Forex and the e-commerce group are currently ranked first among private enterprises, 20 million each.

The 100 million donated by Feng Yiping in his personal name is not small, but it cannot withstand comparison.

The richest Chinese man who has been surpassed by him also donated 100 million, and even Mr. Shao, who has donated so many buildings in China, also donated 100 million. As a richest man in China for many years with most of his companies in the mainland, and the richest Chinese for several terms, isn’t this number a bit too little?

After all, your assets on the relevant rankings, converted into RMB, have long exceeded 100 billion.

A few days later, someone disclosed online that Feng Yiping’s company in the United States, not counting donations to other charitable projects, has donated nearly 1 million US dollars to the San Francisco Police Department in recent years. If calculated by exchange rate, plus inflation, converted into RMB, it is at least nearly 10 million. So, in the face of such a major event in China, your two groups only donated 20 million each, isn’t it a bit too little?

Although most netizens are not interested in such remarks, because they believe in Feng Yiping’s character over the years, the active action of Feng Yiping’s company this time has also been seen by everyone. After all, a vice president of the Forex Group rushed to the scene with a motorcade as soon as possible and is still insisting there.

But there are still many people leaving messages on the official websites of the two groups and the websites of related companies. Some people even asked directly, "You will make additional donations, right!"

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Wuliao.

In the town government, the new person in charge Su Mingfeng walked into Huang Chengzhong's office with a bad look on his face, "Mayor Huang, I'm afraid this won't work!"

Because he has not been in office for a long time, County Magistrate Su still has the old habits and the old style. How should I put it? He is still a little pretentious and has not reached the level of his two predecessors.

"County Magistrate Su, please sit down," Huang Chengzhong stood up.

Su Mingfeng sat down on his own, "Mayor Huang, this won't work. What should we say when we go to the county meeting?"

"Other towns report how much our town has donated, how much each person donated on average, and we just spread our hands and say, this, our town, I don't know how much it has donated?"

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but have a lot of opinions about a village committee. According to him, a village committee that does not obey the organization's arrangements should be cleaned up from the person in charge to the team leader.

But the person in charge of the village committee, surnamed Feng, is Feng Yiping's third uncle.

They were the first to express their opinions that they could not do the arrangement, because before this work was arranged, many people in Fengjia Chong went to the Red Cross and the bank to ask for the donation account.

We can't just go to their door with bags and ask them to come again, or collect their relevant receipts.

Influenced by Fengjia Chong, several surrounding villages also took action early. Without exception, few people found the village committee and passed it.

So in this country, all levels of government have mobilized donations. When village cadres in many villages brought accountants to visit door to door, the performance of village cadres in Wuli'ao in this regard can really be said to be lackluster.

It also made Su Mingfeng very angry.

Originally, this was also an opportunity to help the disaster area and become his political achievement.

But now, let alone political achievements, they may be the only town in the county that cannot count numbers in this regard.

"Mayor Huang, even if Mr. Feng did that, there were so many discussions online. If netizens knew that Mr. Feng's hometown, which has been reported many times by various media, did not even organize a collective donation, where would Mr. Feng put his face, not to mention us?"

"County Magistrate, drink some tea." Huang Chengzhong made him a cup of tea. "If this is not the case, I will ask the welfare agency and the bank to compile a number."

Su Mingfeng picked up the tea cup and took a sip. The result was so hot that he wanted to spit it out. "I just called them and they said they couldn't calculate it."

"Mayor Huang, this is a big deal!" he said.

"I know," Huang Chengzhong said, "I also know that whether it is Feng Jiachong or other villages in the town, although we have not organized collective donations and do not have specific figures, they will never lag behind anyone else,"

The key is that what I want is data, data! Su Mingfeng wanted to jump.

Why is it so difficult to get things done in this place?

"County Magistrate, when you have free time, go to the bank branches in the town and have a look. You will have an idea of ​​some situations,"

"As for Yiping, thank you for your concern, he really won't care about this,"

not give a damn about? What I want to say is, actually, do I care?

Su Mingfeng still came out of Huang Chengzhong's office with a sullen face. When he went downstairs, he asked the driver to drive to several banks to check out.

Only then did he realize that even though it was almost lunch time, every bank branch was busier than the farmer's market.

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Feng Jiachong.

These days, there are fewer laughter and more sighs in the open doors of every house.

The trees beside the river are now covered with greenery, and the corridors shaded by the trees on both sides have become a favorite place for villagers.

These days, the atmosphere under the corridor is also very gloomy. Many old people can't help wiping their red eyes while talking, and they can't help crying when they mention it.

Although they all knew about that time in 1976, no one could see the pictures in the newspapers, let alone watching TV. This time, the pictures broadcast on TV around the clock made them feel such a big news for the first time. The cruelty of disaster.

"Poor!" This is a sentence they often say in the past two days.

They didn't know that such a straightforward expression of sympathy might offend some people in this day and age, but these were indeed the simplest words from their hearts as they didn't have much vocabulary.

What they want to express is actually more than just sympathy.

Most of these are old people who have come from hard times. They are still like Mei Qiuping in the past. Even one yuan is good. Now they may often quarrel with their daughters-in-law and grandchildren over spending money. They say they spend too much money and have no restraint.

But these days, they have been going to the credit union in the village to withdraw some of the personal money that they had finally saved. They even took a car to the bank in the town and asked the bank staff to fill out remittance forms for them.

I'm also afraid that my family will make a fool of me if I don't donate enough, so most of them are based on the standard of 500 yuan per person. If you add it up, you and your wife - no matter whether your wife is here or not, you can't be less for something like this, that's 1,000 yuan. money.

As for the juniors, that is their business and they don’t care.

As for Feng Yiping's family, although Feng Zhenchang and Mei Qiuping returned from the capital, they still stayed in the provincial capital and did not return to the village. They were not worried at all.

Because they all know that their family will definitely be more attentive than everyone else in such matters.

Feng Dongzheng, who had heard about some things, couldn't help but call his uncle Feng Zhenchang after seeing some comments on the Internet at noon, "You are saying so on the Internet, why don't you stand up and say a few words?"

Feng Zhenchang was very calm, "What's there to say about such a thing?"

"Yiping is right. The young people who say those things online are people with good intentions."