The next morning, Li Zhixiong, who felt that the more he listened, the farther away he felt 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 bright side and easy to verify, is it possible that this school did not spend 10 million?

Regarding some ways of domestic donations, reporter Li knows very well that the current fraudulent donations, just like the investments promised by many people during inspections, have shrunk by 50 percent, which is nothing more than common, and it can be regarded as a bottom-line practice.

The school attaches great importance to reporters from well-known websites like him, and the principal personally comes forward to receive them, and answers to questions like the censorship of reporter Li, and there are many authoritative written materials for verification, for example, all the expenses of building this school, from raw materials to workers' wages, are completely recorded, and invoices are attached.

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

"Actually, it's more than 10 million," the principal took them from the classroom, the multimedia education center, the library, the real room, to the cafeteria, to the dormitory, "all these furniture and equipment, also provided by them,"

The principal said, casually flipping up the quilt on a high and low bed next to him, and motioned for him to look at the wooden plank below, "Pure solid wood,"

"Look at this again," he opened a cabinet and knocked it up and down, "It's all solid wood, and you look at the hardware like the handles, they're all high-end products,"

"These, in fact, are produced by Jiasheng Cabinet and Furniture Factory, and I am reluctant to use such a good thing at home,"

"Then how many do you estimate these will add up?" asked Li Zhixiong.

"All the equipment, computers, excluding books, our financial department has a detailed amount of fixed assets statistics, more than 3.7 million," the principal said, "We originally wanted the relevant departments to hold another donation ceremony to publicly explain their final donation amount to the public, but Yiping's parents said that there was no need for that, it was all for the sake of the children." ”

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This is what Li Zhixiong feels after he came out of middle school.

Looking at the Jiasheng Training Center, which also looked like a school, the assistant asked Li Zhixiong, "Or, random (6) ≌dǐng (6) ≌ diǎn (6) ≌ small (6) ≌ said, .↘.⌒ os_ (); Interview the residents here?"

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

An hour later, the three members of NetEasy learned from Liang Jiahe, and this time, Li Zhixiong found that even his two assistants recognized those people's evaluation of Feng Yiping.

In that middle school, from teachers to students, everyone is Feng Yiping's supporter, and even the people around him know that Liangjiahe Middle School can be built as well as it is today, thanks to the 50,000 yuan paid by Feng Yiping.

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

Moreover, how can there be such a one-sided praise? This is not scientific!

"Is there anything going on?" They suddenly saw a large number of people pouring out of the alleys behind the street, men and women, old and young, gathering in the streets, all walking towards the other side of the street, and even some of the shops on the side of the road simply closed their doors and did not do business, and joined them.

"Hello, what's going on over there?" Li Zhixiong saw a person with the impression of diǎn, who should be working in the town government, and poured himself at least two glasses of wine yesterday.

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

"To be so exaggerated?" he felt very abnormal, didn't he just wear the hat of the richest man in dǐng, and he could use such a large number of empty alleys?

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

"Oh, I see,"

As a reporter, such a lively activity is naturally not to be missed, Li Zhixiong and the three of them, holding their own equipment, also followed the crowd and walked over there.

But I didn't see Feng Yiping, a large number of people, gathered in front of the complex building of the industrial park, happily discussing, Li Zhixiong saw that even in the workshop windows of some factories next to him, there were people looking out, this is definitely the treatment that only international emperor superstars can enjoy, no, those superstars can't enjoy such treatment, no star can become everyone's idol.

"You two, go to the next building and set up a machine," Li Zhixiong instructed his men.

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Yiping, who was wearing a red poo shirt and white slacks, walked out of the building, blushing, "Thank you, thank you for your love," he bowed a few times, "It's so hot, uncles and aunts, let's go home, go back, I can't afford this kind of battle,"

"Spread out, don't crowd the elderly and children," Sheng Zheng shouted as he stood in front of the door with an electric horn.

Although everyone is enthusiastic, it can't be called crazy, Sheng Zheng said this, the scene was much more orderly, but Feng Yiping, who came out, was immediately surrounded in the middle, some people shook hands with him, some people patted him a few times, speaking in dialects, Li Zhixiong didn't understand it very well, but in fact, he didn't need to listen to what they said, just look at their eyes and expressions.

He stood on tiptoe to observe, Feng Yiping in the crowd looked very excited, and there was no trace of impatience and perfunctory in his greetings to the people around him, and he had to answer all questions, although it seemed that many people were asking the same questions.

"Okay Yiping, although this is your industrial park, but since it was built, you haven't come back, I'll take you around?" Sheng Zheng squeezed in with a big loudspeaker again.

"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 behind him.

Even those old people who are old and don't seem to be lively have been smiling and following behind, some of these old people are dressed as retired cadres, short-sleeved shirts, leather shoes and trousers, and some are common to the old people in the countryside here, long shorts, undershirts or vests, sandals or handmade cloth shoes.

These old men didn't deliberately move forward, they just looked at Feng Yiping's direction with a smile and slowly followed behind.

Seeing this scene, Li Zhixiong felt that there was really no need to interview the residents of the town now, these people who have passed more than half of their lives and half of their bodies have gone into the ground, there is no need to be so neat and deliberate to meet a young man, even if he is the richest man in the world.

More than ten minutes later, after Feng Yiping's requests again and again, the people who followed slowly dispersed, although most of them, that is, they followed for such a long time, they may have said a word, but these people seemed to be very satisfied.

Li Zhixiong beckoned to the two subordinates who came down from the upper floor, "Did you get it?"

"I filmed, I recorded,"

"Let's go, go back to the hotel right away,"

There's also a convivial atmosphere in the hotel, with smiles on the faces of the staff and a much sweeter welcome – which is easier to understand.

Li Zhixiong looked carefully at the photos taken by his subordinates on the computer, but he did not pay attention to Feng Yiping, but to the people around him, to be exact, to look at the eyes of those people.

He carefully examined the hundreds of photos, and among the hundreds of pairs of eyes he could see, he did not see flattery and flattery, but only love and pride - they were not looking at a richest man, they were looking at a relative.

One of his subordinates said, "A few days ago, I went to talk to a piece of news that a local tyrant took his beautiful daughter-in-law back to his hometown, took a sack of money, and sent it to people when he saw it, generally 2,000, and all the elderly over 60 years old, 10,000 yuan per person, at that time, I didn't see how happy and enthusiastic those who received the money,"

"So, that's the difference between a tyrant and the richest man," replied another subordinate.

"You guys take care of it," Mr. Li said, "believe me, we will definitely be able to produce a very sensational news this time," he said, who was already thinking about how to write the news.

"Then shall we go to Feng Jiachong?"

"Of course I have to go, and I have to go to those villages next to Feng Jiachong, the richer the material, the better,"

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In the complex building, Feng Zhenchang and Mei Qiuping stared blankly at the lively scene downstairs, Feng Zhenchang remembered a sentence, "Giving birth to a son should be like Sun Zhongmou", he wants to say now, not necessarily!

Mei Qiuping muttered, "I'm not uncommon for police cars to open the road now, and there are a few people who let the police car open the road, like my son," (To be continued.) )