Chapter 866 Our Yiping

The next morning, Li Zhixiong, who felt that the more he listened, the further he felt that he was farther away from the truth, did not go to the town government, but went to the high school in the town that was completely donated by Feng Yiping's family.

What I heard last night has yet to be confirmed, but the act of donating to build a school is on the surface and easy to verify. Is it possible that this school did not spend 10 million?

Reporter Li is very clear about some methods of domestic donations. The current fraudulent donations are the same as the investment promised by many people when they are investigating. It has shrunk by 50%.

The school attaches great importance to a reporter from a well-known website like him, and the principal personally received him. He answered every question asked by reporter Li like censorship, and there are many authoritative written materials for verification. For example, the construction of this school All expenses, from raw materials to workers' wages, are fully recorded item by item, with invoices attached.

All of these, the principal readily asked reporter Li to copy a copy.

"In fact, it's more than 10 million," the principal led them from the classroom, multimedia education center, library, laboratory, to the cafeteria, to the dormitory. "All these furniture and equipment are also provided by them,"

As the principal said, he turned over the quilt on a bunk bed next to him, and motioned him to look at the wooden boards below, "It's pure solid wood,"

"Look at this again." He opened a cabinet and tapped it up and down. "They are all made of solid wood. Look at the hardware such as handles. They are all high-end products."

"These are actually produced by Jiasheng Cabinet and Furniture Factory. I'm still reluctant to use such good things at home,"

"Then how much do you estimate these add up to?" Li Zhixiong asked.

"For all the equipment and computers, excluding books, our financial department has a detailed amount of fixed assets statistics, which is just over 3.7 million," said the principal. "We originally wanted the relevant departments to hold another donation ceremony to publicly explain their The final amount of donations, but Yiping’s parents said it was not necessary, it was all for the children.”

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Complimentary words everywhere? This is what Li Zhixiong felt after he graduated from middle school.

Looking at the Jiasheng Training Center next to it, which also looks like a school, the assistant asked Li Zhixiong, "Or, randomly interview the residents here?"

"No, let's go to the junior high school he attended,"

An hour later, the three members of Netêse returned from Liangjiahe Middle School. This time, Li Zhixiong found that even his two assistants agreed with those people's evaluation of Feng Yiping.

In that middle school, everyone from the teachers to the students is a supporter of Feng Yiping. Even the people around know that Liangjiahe Middle School can be built as well as it is today, thanks to the 50,000 manuscript remuneration donated by Feng Yiping.

As long as he is still awake, how should I put it, if a lie is told a thousand times, it will become the truth.

Moreover, how can there be such one-sided praise? This unscientific!

"This is, what's the matter?" They suddenly saw a lot of people pouring out from the alley behind the street, men and women, old and young, gathering on the street, all walking towards the other end of the street, Some even set up shops on the side of the road, simply closed their doors, and stopped doing business, joining their ranks.

"Hello, what's the matter over there?" Li Zhixiong saw a person with a little impression, he should work in the town government, and he drank at least two glasses of wine yesterday.

"Oh, reporter Li, don't you know that Yiping just arrived, and everyone is here to see him,"

"To be so exaggerated?" He felt that it was very abnormal, didn't he just wear the hat of the richest man, and he needed such a crowd?

"You don't know that Yiping hasn't been back for more than two years because of work. This is the first time we have come back since the industrial park was put into operation,"

"Oh, I see,"

As a reporter, it is not easy to miss such excitement. Li Zhixiong and the other three, holding their own equipment, followed the crowd and walked towards that side.

But he didn't see Feng Yiping, a large group of people gathered in front of the complex building in the industrial park, discussing happily, and Li Zhixiong saw people looking out even in the workshop windows of some nearby factories. Only international superstars can enjoy the treatment, no, those superstars can't enjoy such treatment, no star can become everyone's idol.

"You two, hurry up and set up the machine on the roof next to it," Li Zhixiong ordered his subordinates.

Just finished speaking, Feng Yiping, wearing a red polo shirt and white slacks, came out of the building, blushing, "Thank you everyone, thank you for your kindness," he bowed a few times, "It's so hot, sir Aunt, uncles and aunts, everyone, go home, go back, I, a young man, can't bear such a battle, "

"Spread out, don't crowd the old people and children," Sheng Zheng shouted from the door with a loudspeaker in hand.

Although everyone was enthusiastic, they could not be called crazy. After Sheng Zheng said so, the scene was much more orderly, but Feng Yiping, who came out, was immediately surrounded in the middle. Some people shook hands with him, and some patted him a few times. Li Zhixiong couldn't quite understand what they were speaking in dialect, but in fact, he didn't need to listen to what they said, he could understand it just by looking at their eyes and expressions.

He stood on tiptoe to observe. Feng Yiping in the crowd also looked very excited. He greeted the people around him without a hint of impatience or perfunctory. He answered every question, although it seemed that many people asked same question.

"Okay Yiping, although this is your industrial park, you haven't been back since it was built. Let me show you around?" Sheng Zheng squeezed in again with a loudspeaker.

"This is the main factory area of ​​the Silk Family," Sheng Zheng introduced to Feng Yiping like a tour guide, and there were still many people following behind.

Even those old people who are old and don't seem to like to be lively have been following behind with a smile. Among these old people, some are dressed as retired cadres, with short-sleeved shirts, leather shoes and trousers, and some are dressed in the common clothes of the rural old people here. , long shorts, singlet or vest, and sandals or handmade cloth shoes on your feet.

These old people didn't deliberately move forward, they just smiled and looked at Feng Yiping's direction, and slowly followed behind.

Seeing this scene, Li Zhixiong felt that there is really no need to interview the residents of the town now. As the saying goes, people who have passed more than half of their lives and half of their bodies have been buried in the soil, there is no need to cater to a young man in such a uniform way, even if he is World 's richest man.

After more than ten minutes, after Feng Yiping's repeated requests, the people who followed slowly dispersed. Although most of the people who followed for such a distance might have said a word, but these people seemed to be Very satisfied.

Li Zhixiong waved to the two men who came down from upstairs, "Did you get the picture?"

"It was filmed and recorded,"

"Go, go back to the hotel immediately,"

There is also a joyful atmosphere in the hotel. The employees are all smiling, and the sweetness of the welcome language is even higher—this is easier to understand.

Li Zhixiong carefully looked at the photos taken by his men on the computer, but what he paid attention to was not Feng Yiping, but the people around him, to be precise, he looked into the eyes of those people.

He looked carefully at the hundreds of photos, and in the hundreds of pairs of eyes he could see, he didn't see flattery or flattery, but only love and pride—they were not looking at a rich man, they were looking at a relative .

One of his subordinates said, "A few days ago, I went to follow a news report. A local tyrant brought his beautiful wife back to his hometown, put money in sacks, and gave it to anyone he saw. Generally, two thousand, and for those over sixty years old, ten thousand per person. At that time, I didn’t see how happy and enthusiastic those who received the money were.”

"So, this is the difference between the local tyrant and the richest man," replied another subordinate.

"You guys tidy it up," Li Zhixiong said, "Believe me, we will definitely publish a very sensational piece of news this time." He is already thinking about how to write this piece of news.

"Then shall we still go to Fengjiachong?"

"Of course I'm going, and I'm going to the villages next to Feng Jiachong too. The richer the material, the better."

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In the complex building, Feng Zhenchang and Mei Qiuping stared blankly at the bustling scene downstairs. Feng Zhenchang thought of a sentence, "Having a child should be like Sun Zhongmou". Now he wants to say, not necessarily! If you have a son like this, what more can you ask for.

Mei Qiuping murmured, "Now I don't care about the treatment of police cars clearing the way. There are a few people who let police cars clear the way, like my son,"

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