During this year's Spring Festival, Feng Yiming had the most comfortable life, Feng's mother had the most ups and downs, and Feng Wei'an had the worst life.

In previous years, every Spring Festival, there was an endless stream of guests who came to pay New Year's greetings, most of them were relatives and friends, after all, the Feng family had a lot of population in Qingping, plus Feng Wei'an's official fortune was prosperous in the past few years, and there were more people who came to move around during the New Year's Festival, but at that time Feng Wei'an was the secretary general of the municipal government, and later he was in charge of the development zone, and he climbed to the throne of the executive vice mayor like a helicopter.

And now Feng Wei'an is just an ordinary deputy mayor, in charge of all the miscellaneous things, some time ago someone poured dirty water on his head, except for a few Qingshui yamen directly managed, no one came to the door at all, and the old folks in his hometown just made a phone call to say hello.

But what makes Feng Wei'an most upset is that, in fact, the people who come to visit the New Year have never stopped, basically they come to visit his son, and the guests often turn their heads to pat his son's ass after a few compliments, which really makes his face as an old man have no place to rest.

"Who is this dead face for!" Feng's mother glanced at her husband, "Isn't it a good thing that the blue is better than the blue?

"That's not ......," Feng Wei'an said with a strong smile: "It's just that the people who came to pay New Year's greetings today were a little unexpected." ”

"Isn't it a friend of Yiming?" Feng Mu asked in surprise, "What's so special?"

Feng Wei'an said to his son Nunu, who was busy in the kitchen, "In the past few days, all of them have come to pat their subordinates, all of them have come to pat their ass, have you seen him cook and entertain guests?"

"That's right. Feng Mu reacted, "Who is here?"

Wu Zhen, the former chairman of Bojia Electric. Feng Wei'an thought about it and told the truth, "He is the son of Executive Vice Governor Wu Haifeng, and he became friends with Yiming five or six years ago, and he has been in touch all these years. ”

Later, Wu Haifeng was transferred to Bac Giang Province, and Wu Zhen resigned because of circumvention of relevant laws and regulations, but his industries are not small related to Zhanxiong Group, such as Zhanxiong holds part of the shares of Bojia Electric. Feng Wei'an introduced in a low voice: "Zhanxiong Group's relocation of rivers, building industrial clusters, carrying out talent plans, and holding river exhibitions are all related to Wu Haifeng......

Mother Feng's eyes lit up, and she asked in a low voice, "Is it because you said that your son is so attentive?"

"I? can't be. Feng Wei'an shook his head vigorously, the province originally transferred his executive deputy from Qingping City to Xinzha, and he didn't even enter the Standing Committee, and he had already expressed his attitude, besides, the bigger the Zhanxiong Group did, the smaller the space for himself to go up.

However, Feng Wei'an is not too enterprising in his career, and he chatted with Zhang Changhe in Qingping a few days ago, and said that he retired early and traveled with his wife......

The couple was chatting, Wu Zhen had already pushed the door in, smiled and said hello, found Feng Yiming in the kitchen, and shouted, "It's actually you cooking today, I'm really flattered." ”

"Today is the fourteenth day of the Lunar New Year, I thought you said that you were coming to pay New Year's greetings a few years ago, just talking. Feng Yiming glanced at the gift box in Wu Zhen's hand and snorted, "You just bought it from the street, right?"

"You don't care if I just bought it, I didn't give it to you anyway. Wu Zhen, the ghost and ghostly person, looked at the look on Feng Wei'an's face, and immediately turned his head and smiled: "Yiming and I are equals, what are you doing to give him a New Year's greeting, today I am here to pay a New Year's greeting to my uncle and aunt, this is the old mountain ginseng of the three eastern provinces, the packaging is not very good-looking, but it is a top grade, if you don't ask a friend to get it, there are two copies in total, one for my old man, and this one will be given to my uncle and aunt." ”

Feng Wei'an's face finally looked better, and he pulled Wu Zhen to sit down and chat in the living room, Feng's mother couldn't interject, so she went to the kitchen and pulled her son and asked, "How can you be so familiar with this kind of person?"

"This kind of person?" Feng Yiming kept the spatula in his hand, "What do you mean by my mother......?

"Your dad said he had a lot of money at home?"

"I've been swept away, what's the ...... is there" Feng Yiming muttered in a low voice, explaining: "He bought my chain Internet café back then, although it was just a business relationship, but then there has been contact, and the deal is okay." ”

"No wonder, I said, how can you have a relationship with this kind of person. Mother Feng was about to turn around in relief, and suddenly mentioned, "Your father has been holding back the fire in his heart these days, don't kick your nose in the face, and talk to the guests endlessly, your father can't interject......"

Feng Yiming felt so wronged, since Qingping came back, Di Liquan, the boss of Barter Logistics, tried to get permission, and brought a lot of gifts to the door to pay New Year's greetings, and then all the gods in the group got the news and rushed to Xinzha, and even Zhou Zhiqiang, who had to work overtime during the Chinese New Year and was responsible for the operation of "Kyushu World", took the time to come.

Most of these people are people from the Yangcheng department, they don't know Feng Wei'an, they don't even know his position, and they naturally don't take Feng Wei'an into account when they talk about the day, so Zhou Zhiqiang can talk, and they are all talking about the past of the No. 1 Middle School in the city, which is basically the voice of Feng's mother.

Wu Zhen is a full-time driver today, taking his wife and sister to inspect the two branches of Henglong Electric Xinzha, and come to Feng's house to pay New Year's greetings by the way, and he will go back to Jianghe after lunch. ”

"Son, I just don't want to see you like this?" Feng Yiming couldn't cry or laugh, "I still want to accompany you for the Lantern Festival!"

"It's not that I don't have a car, what's the hurry!" Feng Mu hesitated: "Why don't you leave the day after tomorrow, I'm going to ask Yiming to bring something to Teacher Zhou." ”

"People have money in their hands, what gifts can't be bought?" Feng Wei Nunu said, "Hurry up and pack your things, don't let Wu Zhen wait." ”

Feng Yiming glanced at the embarrassed Wu Zhen, went back to the house and packed up the books and laptops he usually read, wondering in his heart if his father was really angry......

"If your son wants to accompany us for the Lantern Festival, you won't let you!" Waiting for Wu Zhen and Feng Yiming to leave, Feng's mother, who had been barely smiling, was furious, "I see that you are a lard and confused, and you are actually jealous of your son!"

"Am I that kind of person?" Feng Wei'an waited for his wife to finish venting before explaining: "The day before yesterday, Zhou Zhiqiang came to pay New Year's greetings, mentioning that during the Spring Festival, the Zhanxiong Group continued to make big moves, although Wei Jun was in charge, but there are still many things to make decisions about Yiming, do you really think they are all here to pay New Year's greetings? ”

"No matter how jealous you are, you won't be jealous of your son, and it's a good thing to be able to strengthen your father over your ancestors. Feng Wei'an sighed leisurely: "It is said that the ancestral tomb of the Feng family is smoking, and this year's Qingming Festival, I have to go back to Qingping to sweep the tomb." ”