Rebirth of the 92 Business Tycoon

? At this time, the provincial capital, the sky and the earth are gray, cold and lonely.

　　 The flowers and plants beside the wall and the road are all withered, and the trees are so concise that only the branches are left. The north wind blows by, and they are cold and motionless.

　　 On a platform of the freight train station, a large number of people gathered at this time. They were all very stylish when they looked up close, either with their hands back or their hips akimbo.

Their eyes focused on the line of trucks being loaded next to them. The loaded goods looked very simple. One type was packed in cartons with "cotton clothes" written on it, and the other type was in bags. It contains rice.

　　 Many young people, holding folders in their hands, while making notes, guided these stevedores to move the cotton-padded clothes or rice to the designated carriages.

　　 Among those clever people and this busy crowd, there are also some people who are hot and carrying cameras, taking pictures on both sides from time to time.

　　 But it seems that they have collected enough relevant material, which will not be very active, but it seems that they are looking forward to something.

　　 Just after 9:30, a gray GL8 drove to the platform, "Come, here,"

　　 Those with their hands behind their backs, those with their hips akimbo, and those with the camera on their backs all rushed towards that side.

　　 The commercial vehicle stopped at the loading and unloading side. Mei Qiuping and Feng Zhenchang, wearing bloated down jackets, got out of the car one after another. The couple looked at all the lively in front of them, very energetic.

　　 "Uncle and Auntie," Guan Xing, who was in charge of the scene, ran over, "Why are you here now? It will take at least forty minutes to install it."

　　 "It's okay, let's take a look," Feng Zhenchang said.

　　 Guan Xing looked at him and felt that he was a little eager to try, and he wanted to try a few pieces by himself, but that wouldn’t work!

　　 He immediately pointed to the car in front of him and introduced them to them.

　　 "Thank you," Feng Zhenchang said to a stevedore who was exhaling in front of him.

　　 At the beginning of the migrant labor boom, loading and unloading at the railway station was something that many people in the village yearned for, but it would be such a hard work, and it was not what they wanted to do.

　　 The stevedore glanced at Feng Zhenchang, nodded, and passed.

　　 He is a little confused about Feng Zhenchang's identity, but his clothes don't really look like the owner of these goods.

　　 At this time, the people carrying the camera ran over first, "Quickly stop shooting," Mei Qiuping said.

　　 Guan Xing quickly led two people to stop him, "It's all closed, don't shoot,"

　　 Those cameras didn't turn off, they just didn't get closer.

　　 At this time, the crowds who had gathered in the past came running out panting, "President Feng, Mrs. Feng, your kind deeds will help our tens of thousands of folks, so they must know what you are like?"

　　 This is the director of the Civil Affairs Bureau of a certain county in the northwest. The surname is Zhao. He is one of several cadres from several counties in the northwest.

　　 "We didn't do it for this," Feng Zhenchang shook his head, "I just want to think that those families over there who are not well-off for the time being, this winter will be a little easier,"

　　 "Stop shooting," he was very determined.

　　 "Don't take pictures, don't take pictures," seeing him, the leaders ordered the staff they brought.

　　 followed, complimenting the couple for their enthusiasm for charity, and the enthusiasm of the old ways, sentence by sentence came up.

　　 When speaking, these cadres from the Northwest are also carefully looking at the couple in front of them. These are Feng Yiping's parents. This opportunity to get close to them is very rare.

　　 Their complexion is pretty good, but whether it's on the hands or the face, the skin is very rough and the color is also very dark. At first glance, they are truly experienced.

　　The finger joints are very thick, and the calluses and blue veins can be clearly seen on it, which is indeed the appearance of an authentic farmer.

　　 Besides wearing, the down jackets worn by two people have conspicuous trademarks on their chests. They are quite well-known brands in China. The prices of these two pieces are about 500 yuan.

　　 Looking at his feet again, Feng Zhenchang is wearing a pair of leather shoes, while his wife is wearing a pair of handmade cloth warm shoes.

　　 The most valuable of these two people's body is the basic watch in their hands. Those two watches are probably worth about ten thousand yuan.

To be honest, regardless of the watch in their hands, their outfits like this are considered average in the county towns of Director Zhao and his colleagues. I believe no one except those who are familiar with them will think that these two are actually Feng Yiping's parents.

　　 Director Zhao has quietly taken off the fur coat he wore with a thick fur collar. In terms of price, his leather coat, even if worn on Feng Zhenchang, would not insult him as the father of the richest man.

　　 More than one of the leaders who came around was doing this.

　　 Some cameras are still working. Feng Zhenchang doesn't need them, but they need such images.

　　 But if it is taken in this way, Feng Zhenchang and others' simplicity will reflect the extravagance of people like them-which is obviously not good.

　　 "President Feng, thank you very much for your enthusiasm. What you have said is that, with these clothes and food, many of our folks, the days will definitely be warmer this winter,"

　　 "Our folks are really suffering, not to mention the lack of land, especially the lack of water, many people have worked so hard for a year, and they don’t even have enough food."

　　 "We know, we know," Feng Zhenchang nodded repeatedly.

　　 They also have time and thought to care about the situation in other parts of the country.

　　 Only then did they know that there are actually many places in the country that are even more difficult than theirs.

　　 Since they divided their fields and arrived at their households, their days have not been very rich, but in any case, they can always eat enough food, but there are so many farmers in the country, and now they can’t even eat enough.

　　 From the time they were at home, they became rich, and now they have become more prosperous. The old couple did not follow the trend to believe in Buddhism, or to believe in Christianity more Western style, but some concepts have indeed changed a lot.

　　 may also be affected by their son. After donating a few times, especially after donating to build the high school in the town, they reaped great satisfaction. Now they don't need their son to do work, they will take the initiative to do charity.

　　 Originally, they made donations directly and anonymously to some organizations. Until the Mid-Autumn Festival of this year, Feng Zhenchang took the checkbook and came to the organization where he often donated money, the branch in the city.

Because it was the first time he went to the city to donate money, the reception staff did not know his identity, and the unpleasantness that occurred afterwards not only made him unwilling to donate to that institution, but also doubted whether his previous donations were there. Use it practically.

　　 So this time, with the support of their son, they changed the way and donated in kind, and it seemed that it was something that the related people did not like.

This time, their donation to those poor peasant brothers in the northwest is also their largest donation, a total of 30 million-the income of the home noodle restaurant, including the son’s part, is in their hands. Over the years, they have accumulated A lot.

　　 Looking at Feng Zhenchang's empathy, Director Zhao decided to strike while the iron is hot. "The natural environment is too bad. Although we are working hard, the situation of the folks in recent years is still very difficult."

　　 "I understand, don't worry, this is definitely not the last time," Feng Zhenchang understood what he meant before he finished speaking.

　　 Oh, that's good! The directors and presidents who came, Qi Qi breathed a sigh of relief.

　　 There is really no second home like the Feng family in China, but there is more than one place in China that is as difficult as theirs. What they worry most is that Feng Zhenchang and his donations are a one-off act.

"Next year, can you please count the shoe sizes of the difficult families over there? Or provide some support. We can send someone to do it. Next year, we want to provide them with suitable cotton shoes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Feng Zhenchang looked at the shoes on his feet and said.

　　The shoes are very impressive for the couple.

　　 My son didn't wear shoes that he paid for until he was in junior high school. Before that, he always wore handmade shoes.

Especially in winter, when wearing warm shoes made of cloth, even if it is nailed to the palm, it will inevitably get wet in rain and snow. Then in winter, his feet will always be cold, and the northwest is better than theirs. It's much colder, and I want to have many children, and I need a pair of good quality leather shoes.

　　 "At that time, we can also order, let our own factory produce, we must make one pair per person,"

　　 Director Zhao exchanged glances with his colleagues. In this country, there are not many rich people like the Feng family. They are really too real.

　　 It seems that this manager Feng seems to be very talkative.

　　 "President Feng, in fact, your intentions can be given to the folks in need in other ways more quickly, for example, directly converted into money," Director Zhao said, "That is actually easier,"