Vol 3 Chapter 369: Our 1 level

The next morning, Li Zhixiong, who felt that the more he listened, the farther away he was from the truth, did not go to the town government, but went to the town's high school that was entirely 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 is easy to verify. Is it possible that this school did not spend 10 million?

Regarding some of the ways of domestic donation, reporter Li is very clear. The current fraudulent donation is the same as the investment promised by many people when they are investigating. It has shrunk by 50%. That is normal, and it is still a bottom line approach.

The school attaches great importance to reporters on well-known websites like him. The principal personally came out to receive reporters and asked questions like censorship. There are also many authoritative written materials for verification. For example, build this school All expenses, from raw materials to workers' wages, are fully recorded, and invoices are attached.

The principal readily asked reporter Li to make a copy of all these.

"In fact, there are more than ten million," the principal took 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 flipped up the quilt on a high and low bed next to him and motioned him to look at the wooden planks below, "Pure solid wood,"

"Look at this again," he opened a cabinet and tapped up and down. "They are all made of solid wood. Look at the handles. These hardware parts are all high-end products."

"These are actually produced by the Jiasheng Cabinet and Furniture Factory. I still can't bear to use such good things in my family."

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

"All equipment and computers, excluding books, our financial department has a detailed amount of fixed assets in the statistics of 3.7 million yuan," said the principal. "We originally wanted the relevant departments to hold another donation ceremony to explain them to the public. The final amount of donation, but Yiping parents said that it was unnecessary, and it was all for the children."

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There are beautiful words everywhere? This is how Li Zhixiong felt after he came out of middle school.

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

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

An hour later, the three of NetEase's three returned from Liangjiahe Middle School. This time, Li Zhixiong discovered that even his two assistants also recognized those people's comments on Feng Yiping.

In that middle school, from teachers to students, everyone is Feng Yiping's supporter. Even the people around know that Liangjiahe Middle School can be built as well as it is today, thanks to Feng Yiping's lead donation of 50,000 for the author's remuneration.

Only if he stays awake, how can I say, tell a lie a thousand times, then it becomes the truth.

And, how can there be such overwhelming praise? This unscientific!

"This is, what's the matter?" They suddenly saw that in the alley behind the street, a lot of people, men and women, old and young, gathered in the street, all of them walking towards the other side of the street. Some even set up shops on the side of the road, but even closed their doors and did not do business, and joined them.

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

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

"To be so exaggerated?" He felt very abnormal. Isn't it just wearing the hat of the richest man?

"You don't know, Yiping has not come back for more than two years because of work. This is the first time we have returned to Yiping after the industrial park was put into production."

"Oh, I see,"

As a reporter, this kind of excitement is naturally not to be missed. The three of Li Zhixiong, holding their own equipment, followed the crowd and walked over there.

However, he did not see Feng Yiping, a large group of people, surrounding the complex in the industrial park, discussing happily. Li Zhixiong saw that there were people in the workshop windows of some factories next to him with their probes pointing outwards. This is definitely International emperor superstars can only enjoy the treatment, no, those superstars do not enjoy such treatment, no star can become the idol of everyone.

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

Just after he finished speaking, Feng Yiping, wearing a red polo shirt and white slacks, walked out of the building, blushing, "Thank you all, thank you all for your love," he bowed a few times, "It's so hot, uncle Aunts, uncles and aunts, everyone, go home, go back, this kind of battle, I can't afford to be a young man."

"Everyone spread out, don't crowd the elderly and children," Sheng Zheng stood in front of the door shouting with an electric horn.

Although everyone is enthusiastic, they still can’t be called crazy. Sheng Zheng said that the scene was much more orderly, but Feng Yiping, who came out, was immediately surrounded by some people shaking hands with him, and some taking pictures of him. Li Zhixiong didn't quite understand what they were talking about, but he didn't really need to listen to what they were saying. It could be clear by looking at their eyes and expressions.

He stood on tiptoe to observe. Feng Yiping in the crowd also looked very excited. He didn't mean to be impatient or perfunctory in his greetings to the people around him. He must answer every question. Although it seems that many people ask questions. same question.

"Hao Yiping, although this is your industrial park, you haven't come back since it was completed. I will show you around?" Sheng Zheng squeezed in again with a big speaker.

"Here, this is the main factory of the silk family," Sheng Zheng introduced to Feng Yiping like a tour guide, and there were still many people following him.

Even those old people who don’t seem to like to be a lively person have always followed behind with a smile. Among these old people, some are dressed up as retired officials, short-sleeved shirts, leather shoes and trousers, and some are common dresses for the rural elderly here. , Long shorts, undershirt or vest, sandals or handmade cloth shoes under the feet.

These old people didn't deliberately move forward, 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. These sayings say that people who have fallen into the soil half of their lives do not need to be so uniform and deliberate to meet a young man, even if he is. World 's richest man.

After more than ten minutes, after Feng Yiping’s requests again and again, the people who followed slowly dispersed. Although most people, that is, followed this way, they may have said a word, but these people seem to be Very satisfied.

Li Zhixiong waved to the two men who came downstairs, "Did you get it?"

"Take it, and record it,"

"Go, go back to the hotel immediately,"

There is also a joyful atmosphere in the hotel, with smiles on the faces of the employees, and the sweetness of the welcome words is even higher, which is easier to understand.

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

He scrutinized the hundreds of photos carefully. In the hundreds of eyes he could see, he didn't see flattery or flattery. All he saw was love and pride. They were not looking at a richest man, they were looking at a relative.

One of my subordinates said ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to follow a piece of news a few days ago, a local tyrant took a beautiful wife back to his hometown, took money in sacks, and sent it as soon as he saw people, usually two thousand, usually old people over 60 years old. Ten thousand per person. At that time, I did not see how happy and enthusiastic those who received the money were.

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

"Please sort it out," Li Zhixiong said, "Trust me, this time, we will be able to publish a very sensational news," he is already thinking about how to write this news.

"Then shall we go to Fengjiachong?"

"Of course I will go, and the villages next to Feng Jiachong will also go. The richer the material, the better."

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In the comprehensive building, Feng Zhenchang and Mei Qiuping stared at the lively scene downstairs. Feng Zhenchang remembered a sentence, "Birth is like Sun Zhongmou." He wants to say now, not necessarily! If you have a son like this, what can your husband do?

Mei Qiuping murmured, "I don't care about the treatment of police cars clearing the road at all. There are a few people who allow police cars to clear the road, like my son," (~^~)