Chapter 2803 Controversy

The breeze blows through the clear pond, and the fish-scale-like ripples swing from one end to the other again and again, over and over again.

Along with the wind, the quiet and elegant sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance disperses and gathers.

Every year at this time, the two rows of sweet-scented osmanthus trees beside the small river flowing from the head of the village to the end of the village bathe the whole village in such fragrance. Even those mothers-in-law who are dissatisfied with their daughters-in-law using very expensive perfumes, and those mothers-in-law who have never used other cosmetics except vanishing cream in their lives, also sincerely like this smell.

This not only makes them feel comfortable, but also reminds them of the days when they were young and would carefully pick up a little vanishing cream with their fingers and spread it on their faces.

At that time, the vanishing cream they called Ya Shuang should have smelled like this.

Before dinner time, the young people are still at work, and the grandchildren are still in kindergarten or school. The village is dominated by these old men and women, as well as the local dogs.

Next to the village on the mountain, in the fields, everything that should be harvested has been harvested, and everything that should be planted has been planted. Now is the most leisurely time of the year, and also the most comfortable and pleasant time.

In the open door of a house, the humming sound of Peking Opera has become the background sound they like. Several dogs are chasing each other in the corridor, and from time to time they follow the owner's scolding to drive away the birds that landed on the square, and will take the initiative to attack those cats that are ready to steal fish.

This square in the village has become a huge drying field at this time, from peanuts, chestnuts, sorghum, corn, dried sweet potatoes, red dates, to whole cabbages, shredded radishes, bean paste noodles in ceramic bowls, sprinkled with chili powder, tofu that has grown hair or mold spots, processed fish...

Although there is no shortage of places to dry these things on the roofs of every household, they are still used to putting them together as before. No matter how good the current life is beyond their imagination, it is still this scene in front of them that makes them feel the most prosperous.

Unlike their children who like to stay at home and surf the Internet or watch TV, these people who are used to collective life still like to gather together like this, even if sometimes they sit with their backs to the sun and just take a nap, it is much more comfortable than staying alone in front of the house or on the roof.

At ten o'clock, they started picking vegetables, and when the smell of food wafted from every household, the dogs also began to run to the road in front of the village. Those who went to school and work returned home in groups at this time, and the village became really lively.

The drying yard also became lively. Those neatly laid bamboo plaques were often empty here and there. Not only the children, but also the children's parents put peanuts, chestnuts and red dates in their pockets.

Of course, they don't lack these things, but just like at home, the dishes are still on the stove and before they are served on the table, they are more energetic to eat. They just like this feeling.

Mei Qiuping, who was sitting in the Raptor pickup truck, received a call from her son. Without a doubt, she started with the same question, "Yiping, have you had lunch?"

Feng Yiping walked to the window and said, "I'm getting ready to eat."

"When will you be back? Will Jingping and the others be back soon?"

"I've been busy lately. How about you and my dad come to the capital?" Feng Yiping listened to his mother's tone, as if she didn't quite know what happened today.

This shouldn't be the case!

"Mom, there are some things you don't have to worry about,"

Mei Qiuping glanced at Feng Zhenchang who was driving, "What do we have to worry about?"

Feng Yiping knew that his mother was not speaking from the heart, "I knew about those things in the newspaper last night, don't worry, it won't have any impact on me, I have already prepared how to deal with them,"

Mei Qiuping stepped on the pedal to get out of the car, "Well, we know that those houses you bought were bought with real money, if those people are jealous, let them be jealous,"

Feng Zhenchang took the phone from his wife, "Son, although we don't know what you are doing recently, we know that what you are doing must be good, and you can definitely do it well, you work hard, don't worry about the family,"

"Eat well," Mei Qiuping shouted beside her.

After hanging up the phone, Mei Qiuping set out the food brought back from the cafeteria, but the two of them had no appetite for a while.

They naturally saw some articles in today's newspapers, and saw a lot on the Internet.

Not only they are sensitive to things related to their son, but also the people in the company. The managers of the factory in the village told them about this matter as soon as possible, and Mei Yiliang soon called them and told them not to worry.

Now even their son called them, they were really worried.

Although most of the articles on the Internet and newspapers did not say anything about their son directly, they could still taste the intention behind those words after living so long.

Someone is targeting their son.

Considering the influence of their son now, so many newspapers and websites have similar articles, so there must be a group of people targeting their son.

This is really rare in recent years.

In recent years, all kinds of media have praised their son unanimously. They can say with a clear conscience that their son is absolutely worthy of all the praise except that he is a little fickle now.

Even their close family members have never discredited him, so they can't imagine that there will be such a day, and so many newspapers and websites will publish articles that are unfavorable to their son on the same day.

The couple had long passed the stage of showing off their son's ability, because there was no need for them to show off.

They no longer cared about how much money their son had now, but they still paid attention to the annual China's Hurun Rich List and Forbes's Global Rich List, definitely more than their son.

Feng Yiping didn't care about this, but the old couple still cared a lot.

Every time they saw the huge gap between the person behind and their son, they felt relieved.

But they didn't expect that their son would set such a big ambush.

Because according to what those articles said, both the China Hurun Rich List and the global Forbes Rich List had previously missed a large part of their son's property.

However, such news was disclosed at this time, and they knew at the first time that this was definitely not a good thing.

"Eat, it's okay," Feng Zhenchang picked up the bowl and chopsticks first.

"Yiping, he really offended people by doing this," said Mei Qiuping, who acted like nothing happened in front of his son.

"He has such a big business, so he is bound to offend people," Feng Zhenchang has a clearer view of this aspect. "Just like I told you, all his houses were bought with real money, what is there to worry about?"

"I mean, Yiping could have not done such a thing," Mei Qiuping was still worried about the pressure her son would suffer because of this.

"I think he did the right thing," Feng Zhenchang stood firmly on his son's side this time, "Since he has such ability now, of course he has to do something big,"

"Just knowing how to make money, that's nothing,"

Mei Qiuping couldn't stand such light words, "Just knowing how to make money? If you have the ability, you can also make money?"

Fortunately, Feng Zhenchang has long been accustomed to such criticism, "I mean, don't you know that Yiping is different from other businessmen?"

"If it were someone else, it would be great to drive the village, but look at him, look at the town now,"

This is of course what Mei Qiuping is proud of her son, but as a mother, she feels that her son has done enough and well, and there is no need to do those more difficult things.

"Think about it again. My son has been doing so well these years. It is related to what he has done. Otherwise, why can't so many people with deeper backgrounds, higher starting points and no dumber than him catch up with him or get worse year by year?"

"That's because they are not like Yiping. They only think about making money," he picked up a piece of vegetable for his wife, "Eat,"

"Don't worry about his affairs. Those who hide their heads and want to deal with him? Dream on!"

The people who went home to eat had brought the news to the whole village. Those who didn't read newspapers or go online were also very surprised after hearing about the general situation, "Isn't Yiping's money even more amazing?"

Some innocent children, based on what they learned from books, muttered that Feng Yiping was wrong, and were immediately hit on the head by their parents, "Is Yiping doing this wrong? If it weren't for the fact that you wouldn't have too much pressure to buy a house in the future, would he be targeted like this?"

But on that day, there were quite a few people in China who shared the same views as these children.

This was the first time many people questioned Feng Yiping's actions.

Some people were snickering.