Chapter 1897 Such a Rich Man

Nothing is difficult if one sets his mind to it. This should be just an old saying, but this time, Tang Yikang didn't think it was greasy.

This saying is still very reasonable and instructive. When he walked out of the editor-in-chief's office, he was as excited as a young man with clenched fists, raised his head to the sky, and silently shouted, "Yeah!"

He really didn't expect that from yesterday to now, he actually convinced the editor-in-chief to agree to publish such a controversial report.

Although they are a newspaper within the system, with a real organization and superiors, the other party is Feng Yiping, and this is obviously a report that will have a very adverse impact on Feng Yiping.

With the cautious nature of the newspaper's senior management who think about defeat before victory, think about success before success, and think about trouble before benefits, it is reasonable that there is no room for negotiation on this matter. This report will definitely not be adopted, and it will not be adopted without any controversy.

But, haha, just now they actually adopted their opinions and agreed to publish it in the newspaper tomorrow.

I actually convinced them! I am really a genius!

Tang Yikang was very satisfied. He felt that he had successfully discovered an ability that he had not realized before. He was so talented in persuading people.

He was also very excited.

He glanced at the staff who walked by with their heads down because of his unusual behavior, and walked quickly towards his office. This matter was done, then, according to the promise over there, his career would also open a new chapter.

Regardless of the benefits promised by the other party, the successful publication of this report will naturally let many people know that I am a good journalist who is not afraid of power, dares to speak for the people, has courage, conscience, and integrity.

Such a reputation is good!

Think about the professor who has become popular recently because of his reputation for speaking for the people and accusing the original sins of the rich. After his popularity soared, his worth skyrocketed, but even so, various conferences and programs still rushed to invite him.

Such days are really enviable.

He used his cell phone to notify Qin Heping, "Old Qin, it's done!"

"Really? So fast, congratulations!" He could hear that Qin Heping on the other side was as happy as himself in his words.

It was a kind of happiness that was difficult to express to others and could only be suppressed in the dark. It was a kind of happiness with a destructive tendency.

Since we can't be as dazzling as you and can't enjoy the sense of accomplishment you enjoy, then we discredit you, ruin your reputation, and leave a footprint with mud on your body and face. That is also a very fulfilling thing.

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Wuliao, accompanied by Zheng Jiayi, Zhou Ning and his colleagues came to the restaurant of the food factory together.

This place is different from the employee restaurant they have seen in other places. It is not the kind of long dining table, but the big round table like the one people here have in their homes, plus high-backed chairs.

This feeling is really not an employee cafeteria or an employee restaurant, but a restaurant.

On each table, there are exactly the same dishes, all of which are simple in appearance, large in quantity, and hard in texture.

Maybe it was still the first month of the lunar year, the level of the dishes on the table really opened the eyes of the crew.

Zhou Ning was also lucky enough to visit the ministries in the capital where the food was so good that no one would be late in the morning. Sometimes, even if you did leave late, you had to take a taxi to the unit to eat breakfast. The level of the dishes on Jiasheng's table today was really no worse than those there.

Grilled pork ribs, fried liver tips, dry-fried pork intestines, dry-pot rabbit, boiled fish, stir-fried shrimps, spicy squid, beef stewed with radish...

Zhou Ning and his team, who became stars here, knew from the indifferent and accustomed expressions of the workers when facing the dishes on the table that the level of this lunch was probably just average.

A factory worker in a remote mountain valley actually eats better than ordinary national ministries. What is heritage? This is heritage.

In fact, she made another common sense mistake here. She measured the value of this table by the price of vegetables in the vegetable market. In fact, considering that Fengjia Chong has such a large-scale pig farm, considering the ponds and reservoirs in front of the door and on the mountain, the food here is good, but the per capita cost is not very high.

If Zhou Ning's calculation is used, then the people on the islands have the highest food level, and every meal is mainly fresh seafood.

"These dishes are really solid. The difference between what we eat in the cafeteria and here is the beef in the instant noodle seasoning packet and the beef in the instant noodle advertisement."

Someone asked Zheng Jiayi, "Are you still hiring here?"

"I don't know," Zheng Jiayi said, "To be honest, this is my first time to eat here. I feel that Mr. Feng really has some preference for his family."

"I heard it," At this time, there was a laugh at the door. Feng Yiping, who changed his suit, wore a dark red turtleneck sweater inside, a dark blue pilot jacket outside, dark khaki pants with a pair of white shoes, and walked into the restaurant quickly.

"Hey Yiping, sit here," "Uncle," and even "Grandpa," mixed together and made a chorus.

"Brother Mengchuan, Brother Hanhua, Sister Dongmei..." Feng Yiping called them either brother or sister. He greeted these villagers who he only saw a few times a year, and asked about their family situations, whether the elderly and children were well.

He ate some dumplings given to him by an elder sister, and grabbed a barbecued rib on the table. While eating, he greeted the people around him and walked all the way.

Zhou Ning and the others stood up in surprise. After a while of camerawork, they were already in working mode.

Unexpectedly, Feng Yiping would be in such a state in his hometown. Unexpectedly, he would be like this Feng Yiping.

This is no longer down-to-earth. He himself is very down-to-earth, just down-to-earth.

And this state is obviously something we are accustomed to, and is not something for outsiders to see.

"Mr. Feng has a very high seniority in their village. Among his childhood companions in the village, very few of them are his nephews, and most of them are his grandchildren," Zheng Jiayi explained in response to those confusing titles.

"Then he will not be the living ancestor here in the future?" Jin Cheng couldn't help but say.

"I heard Mr. Feng himself say this,"

Feng Yiping finally came over, "Please take a seat," he said with a smile.

"Sorry, the place at home is too small, so I can only invite everyone here to have a big pot of rice. Please be patient,"

Someone at the table next to him had already brought his stool to him, and a middle-aged woman wearing a chef's uniform and a mask hanging on one ear happily came over with a pair of bowls and chopsticks, "Why aren't you at home eating with your parents? "

"Sister Jinxia, ​​it's the same as eating at home at night,"

"If you want to eat anything, I'll cook it for you now,"

"No, the ones on the table are very good. I haven't eaten here for a long time and I've been thinking about coming here for a long time."

"Then eat more," the one named Jin Xia left with a smile on her face. She knew that Feng Yiping was here to accompany the guests.

"Everyone, let's get started. The big pot dishes here are all average except for these ingredients. That's absolutely nothing to say. Except for the squid, which is bought from outside, everything else on the table is produced here. Come and try it. ,"

"It smells and looks very good," Zhou Ning said.

There was no wine on the table, just juice that had just been taken off the production line, which was a good thing for a girl like her.

"Mr. Feng, I heard from my colleagues in Taiwan that there are some students in Hong Kong," she said with concern.

"Oh, yes, you guys must know it too, but don't worry, we can handle it." Feng Yiping just said a few words to him, when he saw another group of people walking in, he quickly stood up again, "I'm sorry, I Go and say a few words to them,"

It was the team of foreign employees who came in this time.

Feng Yiping hurriedly greeted him, "Welcome,"

"Oh, this kid is so cute." He opened his arms, picked up Vincent who had escaped from Ma Ling's hand, lifted up his scarf, and kissed him on the face.

Vincent remembered his mother's instructions firmly and did not call him daddy, but happily kissed him on the face.

There was laughter in the restaurant. No one thought there was anything special about it. They thought it was natural that even foreign children liked Feng Yiping.

Ma Ling couldn't help laughing when she saw the father and son making out in public in the hall, but Zhou Ning inside was a little confused. Why was this foreign young mother wearing a scarf around her face?

Oh, maybe it's because it's too cold outside.

"Sister Jinxia, ​​it's better to prepare knives and forks for them," Feng Yiping called.

Wu Qian hurriedly walked to him with her cell phone and said something. His expression changed, and he walked to the door, held the phone and said a few words, then walked back and said to Zhou Ning and the others, "Sorry, we may I have to leave again,”