Rebirth 96: Begin the life of a monster from kindergarten

Chapter 51 This is the reality

Hu Weishi came all the way, so Zhang and his party naturally had to fulfill their responsibilities as hosts.

So he invited Hu Weishi to his uncle's house, Li Ji Fried Chicken. Hu Weishi couldn't laugh or cry when he saw the front door of Li Ji Fried Chicken. He pointed his finger at Zhang and his group and said, "The richer you are, the stingier you get!"

After eating and seeing Hu Wei off, Zhang and his party took a taxi directly to Huicheng Department Store.

Nowadays, when he walks on the streets in Luocheng County, people will occasionally come to him to ask for his autograph. He is very popular in this county.

When Zhang and his entourage walked into Zheng Wanlong's office, Zheng Wanlong looked up at him and ignored him.

It’s not that he’s unenthusiastic, but he’s become so familiar that there’s no need to be polite.

Zhang Yixing was even more unkind. He dug out Zheng Wanlong's tea leaves with familiarity, made himself a pot of tea, and sat on the sofa to drink it.

Zheng Wanlong was busy working for a while and suddenly said: "How are you thinking about things?"

Zhang Yixing curled his lips and hummed: "You are old, I will listen to you."

Some time ago, Zheng Wanlong made a suggestion to him.

Spend some money!

Do some charity work for the county or village.

It doesn’t matter how much or how little, the key is to do it!
  Zhang Yixing was noncommittal, and he understood the truth.

And he knew that Zheng Wanlong was a truly capable and intelligent man. Since he said so, he must have a reason.

It's just that this feeling of having to do something is too easy for people to have a rebellious mentality.

Zhang Yixing believed that he was just an ordinary person, not a saint, and he did not dare to add a noble personality to himself.

He has witnessed the corruption of morals and the collapse of values ​​in later generations.

Money has become the only criterion for measuring a person's success. A matter of "help or not" turns good people and good deeds into a joke. Even the so-called public welfare has been torn off by Guo Xiaomei and others.

Moreover, he belongs to the wandering generation.

People of their generation basically study, buy houses, and start families in other places.

A foreign country has become a hometown, and a hometown has become a foreign land. There is no such thing as the inseparable feeling of hometown that our ancestors had.

Zheng Wanlong looked at Zhang Yixin's angry face, and only then felt that he was still a child.

He walked up to Zhang Yixing, sat on the sofa, and said with a smile: "Yixing, I know you are upset. After all, the money was earned cleanly, nothing stolen or robbed. That's how you think, people To live, you must have a foundation. As a national celebrity, you must have a foundation. In the future, when you become more famous, I heard that some people are criticizing your book now, right? If you are criticizing the book now, there will definitely be people in the future. Just scold you personally. But it’s okay for outsiders to scold you. If everyone in your hometown scolds you and everyone in the village scolds you, how do you let the media see you? Remember, the greater your fame, the more politically correct you must be!"

Feeling unhappy, Zhang and his party knew that what Zheng Wanlong said was right.

This is reality!

Just think of spending money to buy fame!

Sometimes, a good reputation is also a talisman.

"Okay, okay, I understand!" Zhang Yixin waved his hand, asking Zheng Wanlong to stop.

"That's good, tell me what you think. After all, even if you spend money for charity, you can spend it on what you like!"

"Donate money instead of materials! Provide tables and chairs for all rural kindergartens in the county. It's too troublesome to move stools all the time!"

"Okay, I'll pay half of this. I'll find the factory to place an order. I'll just use your name to do some news together and give Huicheng some publicity!"

"As for our village, let me think about it, let's do this. Elderly people over 60 years old will receive free oil, rice, noodles and so on during the Chinese New Year. That's it!"

Zheng Wanlong was stunned for a moment. He usually did things in the village by building bridges and repairing roads. He didn't expect Zhang and his party to have such a method. Thinking about it, it seemed to be better than building roads. Of course Zhang and his party knew this was better. In his memory, the peasant singer Zhu Zhiwen spent money to build roads for the village, but he was still scolded by the villagers.

On the other hand, Liu Qiangdong directly paid money to the elderly in the village. This group of people has a higher seniority. As long as they are well served, speaking for you is still very useful.

And every year, rice and hair oil are given out, which saves money and keeps water flowing. The old man is the most fond of petty gains, so he is absolutely happy.

Okay, if someone in the family scolds me, you should take care of it. What if you don’t get it next year?
  Although there are always people who are dissatisfied, there is no need to pay attention to such people. No matter how much you do or how good they are, they will still scold you.

But just like Zhu Zhiwen, people in the village scolded him, but most netizens still supported him, thinking that the people in their village did something wrong.

Why? The premise is that Zhu Zhiwen has indeed done good things for the village.

If you do it and others scold you, that means they are not satisfied.

Zhang Yixing added: "By the way, I get rice, oil, etc. from you every year. Make it cheaper for me."

Zheng Wanlong: "..."

After pointing at Zhang and his party and swearing a few words, Zheng Wanlong discussed the specific details with Zhang and his party, and it took an hour to finalize the matter.

As for the news media, the two relied on their own networks to contact each other.

Zheng Wanlong contacted Luocheng County TV station and county leaders, and Zhang and his party were responsible for contacting Yueshan City TV station and Yueshan Daily, and planned to announce the matter in a week.

Before leaving, Zhang and his party suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, I just saw a few minibuses from downstairs, they must be from Huicheng!"

Zheng Wanlong nodded, "Yes, not long after we arrived, we had to put up exterior advertisements."

Zhang Yixing said excitedly: "Then remember to set up a station in Zhangjiatang. It will be convenient to come here in the future."

Zheng Wanlong had a strange face. He pondered for a while before looking at Zhang Yi Xing and sighing: "Yi Xing, sometimes I really want to pry open your head to see if you are more brainy than others. How did you guess that I was going to be in the countryside?" To set up a site.”

Zhang Yixing chuckled and said, "Guess."

In my memory, the rise of Huicheng Department Store is largely due to these minibuses.

Nowadays, the living standards of the villages below are gradually improving, but the transportation is not convenient. Many people have to ride bicycles for a long time just to go to the city, and some rural women cannot even ride a bicycle.

Later, Huicheng's minibuses began to shuttle under the county seat. Basically, there was a stop in three or four nearby villages. After entering the city, they did not stop and went directly to Huicheng Department Store.

At that time, their site was in Hanjiaji, a very large village with a market every week. It was just over three kilometers away from Zhangjiatang. Li Hongyu often walked there with her two children to attend the market.

"Okay, let's go around for a while. Who asked you to be the spokesperson?"

Seeing Zheng Wanlong nodding in agreement, Zhang and his party left with a smile.

Zheng Wanlong suddenly reminded: "By the way, a batch of new bicycles have been imported recently. They don't have beams. Go and take a look and push one!"

"Want to give it to me? Can two be given to me? I also have a sister!"

"Go away, you need that little money!" Zheng Wanlong waved his hand at Zhang and his party contemptuously, as if he was shooing away flies.

Zhang Yixing curled his lips and muttered, "The richer you are, the stingier you become!"

"Security, security, get this bastard out!"

The secretary outside heard the sound and came over. Seeing Zhang and his party running out of the chairman's office, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

He didn't dare to bombard him. Mr. Zheng only hated that the child was no longer his son. He could only coax him.

(End of this chapter)