The next morning, Li Zhixiong, who felt that the more he heard, the further he felt that he was from the truth, did not go to the town government and went to the high school in the town that was completely donated by Feng Yiping's family.

What I heard last night is to be confirmed, but the behavior of donating to build a school is obvious and easy to verify. Is it possible that this school did not spend 10 million?

Regarding some tricks of domestic donations, reporter Li is very clear about the fraud of donations now. The school attaches great importance to the reporters at Xu Station when many people are inspecting the site. The principal personally came forward to receive them and asked questions and answered questions about reporter Li like a review. There are also many authoritative text materials for verification. For example, all the expenses of this school, from raw materials to workers' wages, have complete records, and there are also invoices.

The principal readily asked reporter Li to copy all of this.

"In fact, it's more than ten million," the principal took them from classrooms, multimedia education centers, libraries, laboratories, to cafeterias, and to dormitories. "All these furniture and equipment are also provided by them,"

As the principal said, he flipped up a quilt on the bed next to him, and signaled him to look at the wooden board below, "It's pure solid wood,"

"Look at this again," he opened a cabinet and knocked up and down. "It's all solid wood. Look at the hardware of the handrails, which are all high-end products,"

"These are actually produced by Jiasheng cabinets and furniture factory. I can't bear to use such good things at home."

"Then you guess how many of these will be combined?" Li Zhixiong asked.

"All equipment, computers, not books, our finance department has a detailed amount when doing fixed assets statistics, which is over 3.7 million yuan," said the principal. "We originally wanted the relevant departments to hold another donation ceremony to publicly explain the final amount of their donations to the public, but Yiping's parents said that there was no need, it was all for the children."

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There are praises everywhere? This is how Li Zhixiong felt after learning from middle school.

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

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

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

In that middle school, from teachers to students, everyone was Feng Yiping's supporter. Even the people around him knew that Liangjiahe Middle School could be built as well as today, thanks to the 50,000 yuan royalty donated by Feng Yiping.

Only he remains sober, how can he say it? If he tells a lie a thousand times, then it becomes the truth.

Moreover, how can there be such one-sided praise? This is unscientific!

"Is this, is there anything wrong?" They suddenly saw that there were many people coming out of the alley behind the street, including men and women, old and young. They gathered in crowds on the street, all of whom walked towards the other end of the street, and some even opened shops on the roadside, but they simply closed the doors and did not do business, so they joined their ranks.

"Hello, what's wrong there?" Li Zhixiong saw a person who had a little impression of him. He should have worked in the town government and yesterday he had at least two glasses of wine.

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

"To be so exaggerated?" He felt it was abnormal. Isn't it just that he was wearing the hat of the richest man? It was necessary to have such a huge crowd?

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

"Oh, so that's it,"

As reporters, it is naturally not easy to miss such a bustle. Li Zhixiong and the other three took their own equipment and walked towards the crowd.

But I didn't see Feng Yiping, a lot of people gathered in front of the complex in the industrial park, talking happily. Li Zhixiong saw that even the workshop windows of some factories next to him were looking out. This was definitely a treatment that only international emperor superstars could enjoy. No, those superstars could not enjoy such treatment. No star could become everyone's idol.

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

Just after he finished speaking, Feng Yiping, wearing a red polo shirt and white casual pants, walked out of the building, with a red face, "Thank you everyone, thank you for your kindness," he bowed a few times, "It's so hot, uncle and aunt, everyone go home, go back, I, as a young man, can't afford such a situation," he said.

"Everyone dispersed, don't squeeze into the elderly and children," Sheng Zheng stood in front of the door with an electric speaker.

Although everyone was enthusiastic, they were still not crazy. After Sheng Zheng said this, the scene was much more orderly, but Feng Yiping, who walked out, was immediately surrounded by the middle. Some people shook hands with him, and some people patted him a few times, and they were speaking in dialects. Li Zhixiong couldn't understand it very well, but in fact, there was no need to listen to what they said, just look at their eyes and expressions.

He stood on tiptoe to observe, and Feng Yiping in the crowd looked very excited. He didn't have any impatient or perfunctory greetings to the people around him, and he answered questions and answered them all. Although it seemed that many people asked the same question.

"One square meter is good. Although this is your industrial park, you have never come back since it was built. I'll take you around?" Sheng Zheng squeezed in with a loudspeaker.

"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 elderly people who don’t look lively always follow behind with a smile. Some of these elderly people dress up as retired cadres, short-sleeved shirts, leather shoes and trousers, and some of them are common dresses for elderly people in the countryside here, long shorts, sweatshirts or vests, sandals or handmade cloth shoes.

These old men did not deliberately move forward, but just looked at Feng Yiping in the direction with a smile and followed slowly.

Seeing this scene, Li Zhixiong felt that there was no need to interview the residents of the town now. As the saying goes, most of the people who have been in their lifetime and have half of their bodies have entered the country. There is no need to be so neat and deliberately to please a young man, even if he is the richest man in the world.

More than ten minutes later, after Feng Yiping's request again and again, the following talents slowly dispersed. Although most people, even after following this journey, might have said something, these people seemed to be particularly satisfied.

Li Zhixiong waved to his two subordinates who came down from the building, "Have you taken it?"

"I took it, and recorded it,"

"Go back to the hotel right away,"

The hotel is also filled with a joyful atmosphere, with employees smiling on their faces, and the sweetness of the welcome words is a bit higher - this is easier to understand.

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

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

A subordinate said, "A few days ago, I went to a news story. A rich man took his beautiful wife back to his hometown, took sacks to his money, and sent him whenever he saw him. The average 2,000 yuan was for the elderly over 60 years old, and each person was 10,000 yuan. At that time, I didn't see how happy or enthusiastic those who received the money were."

"So, this is the difference between a rich man and a rich man," another subordinate replied.

"You guys sort it out," said Li Zhixiong. "Believe me, we will definitely make a very sensational piece of news this time," he was already thinking about how to write this piece of news.

"Then are we going to the Feng family to fight?"

"Of course I have to go there, and I have to go to the villages next to Feng Jiachong, the richer the materials, the better," he said.

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In the comprehensive building, Feng Zhenchang and Mei Qiuping stared blankly at the lively scene downstairs. Feng Zhenchang remembered a sentence, "Give birth to a child like Sun Zhongmou." He wants to say now, it may not be! With such a child, what else can my husband ask for?

Mei Qiuping murmured, "I don't care about the treatment of police cars driving the lane at all now. There are a few people who let police cars drive the lane to be like my son," (To be continued.)

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Chapter completed!