While his parents could stay at ho for a few days, Feng Yiping was not so lucky. His official status was still that of a high school student. After dropping his father off at ho, he was so busy that he didn't even have ti to drink a mouthful of water. He hurried to the city, non-stop the whole way, and finally arrived at school ten minutes before evening study.
Fortunately, there were only a little over half a year of such hard tis left. This ti next year, he would be a university student, and the evening self-study sessions would be real self-study. Whether you attend or not would depend on you, and you wouldn't have to be tired all day like a dog and explain to several teachers for being a few minutes late, as you do now.
'Eat slowly,' Huang Jingping said, looking at him as he gobbled his food down, a little heartbroken. 'Yiping, if you encounter sothing like this again in the future, just skip a class, it's no big deal. You drove so fast the whole way, what if sothing had happened?'
Feng Yiping understood this reasoning too. The school wouldn't punish him for skipping a class or two. He was mainly worried about himself. After he started, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to stop. He knew deep down that he wasn't a person of strong will, so he just thought of it as a kind of tempering.
On Monday lunchti, he called ho, pretending to ask about the family situation, but his main purpose was to find out how long they would be at ho, when they would return to the provincial capital, and whether they would co to see him.
After getting a negative reply, he gave Huang Jingping a victory sign. If they didn't co this ti, it would save them a lot of trouble.
There was no way to be careful about this matter. If his parents knew that he had been living under the sa roof with a girl for more than half a year, they would spank him until his bottom was red.
Before going to school in the afternoon, he suddenly received a fax. The publishing house that represented the dostic copyright of his novel sensed the general trend of the year and decided to launch a round of publicity at the end of the year, hoping that he could participate in book signings in several cities. If the publicity was good, they could consider reprinting 300,000 to 500,000 more copies.
What is the general trend? Since the year before last, the dia has paid great attention to secondary school language education, believing that it is now far from being able to et the needs of the tis, and that it is too exam-oriented. Against this background, seven key universities in the country have launched the now-famous New Concept Composition Competition, which is mainly aid at junior and senior high school students.
This publishing house has keenly perceived the business opportunities in this, and I don't even need to explore it, there is already an outstanding young post-80s writer, and they have decided to take advantage of this montum to promote (or hype) it.
To be honest, Feng Yiping doesn't really like to be in the lilight like this, but he also has a little yearning in his heart for sothing as glamorous as a book signing. So, should I say yes, or should I say yes?
He made a list of the pros and cons, and found that the pros outweighed the cons.
His biggest worry was that excessive dia attention would cause inconvenience in his life, but when he thought about the first winner of the first prize, who later beca the national father-in-law, he felt that this concern could be completely dispelled. Compared with him, he was afraid that it would be difficult to attract attention.
Moreover, he would be going to university in the second half of next year, so a bit of fa wouldn't hurt. At the sa ti, as soone who aspired to a career in business, early success would be a boost.
And if his parents knew he had such an opportunity, they would be overjoyed!
Of course, these were not the main reasons. The main reason was his petty vanity. So, after hesitating for just an afternoon, he gave a positive response the next morning.
Huang Jingping was naturally sincerely happy for him, but also a little sad. In this way, I'm afraid there will be more people who know him, and there will be more people like Fang Yingzhi.
My parents are also very happy now. They took Feng Yuxuan with them to inspect the two factories in the town that are about to go into production. Both factories are installing and debugging equipnt, and they will be able to start production in ten to fifteen days. They took advantage of the ti within the year to allow the workers to get used to the equipnt, so that they will be able to start production normally after the New Year.
These three people were all observing a modern factory and assembly line up close for the first ti, and they were all very curious. Moreover, the brick factory was highly automated. The three fixed-type machine-ford unburned brick machines could be fed with prepared raw materials and, after a few seconds, the finished bricks could almost be collected at the end of the production line.
Feng Zhenchang and the others heard that such a line could produce 3,000 bricks per hour. Thinking about the effort they had put into building their house back then, they were very moved.
Since they had co back, they of course wanted to visit the town mayor.
The mayor naturally knew about Feng Jiacong's accident the day before, and thinking that Feng Zhenchang might co to see him, he had stayed in his office.
He was a little unhappy that Feng Jiacong had not invited him the day before, but he knew that I had allocated 20 mu of land to you. However, if he really had been invited, he would not have gone. After all, he was the head of a town and could not be a sidekick to Feng Zhenchang.
When he saw Feng Zhenchang, Cai Lei and i Guoping co together, he smiled and greeted them at the door, 'Haha, you three are all rare guests, co in!'
'The mayor is criticising us when he says that. He thinks we co too rarely. We'll definitely correct that in the future!' Cai Lei is a man of few words, but he laughed and said sothing.
'Boss Cai, you're joking again. I didn't an it like that.'
His driver and secretary, Xiao Su, served tea to the three n. When it ca to Feng Zhenchang, she added, 'I heard it all. Boss Feng Qian Tian is really doing well. Did you take a photo?'
There are just so people in this world who can be called 'weird talkers'. They generally have a high opinion of themselves, and always feel that they are underappreciated. They always think that other people's success is just a fluke, that they have just gotten lucky. They think that their own lack of success is just bad luck. So, they like to comnt on everything, mainly just to vent. They don't necessarily have any bad intentions, but this kind of behaviour is hard to like. Xiao Su can be said to be a typical representative of this type of person.
'It's all those things that happened in the countryside, not fit for the table, and instead made the leaders laugh.' Feng Zhenchang said this, but his face showed signs of displeasure. It's also because his restraint has improved a bit now. In the past, if a young man about the sa age as his son said such strange things in front of him, he would have been afraid to react on the spot.
'Okay, Su, you're done here.' The mayor could tell that Feng Zhenchang was a little upset, so after he left, he said, 'Boss Feng, don't worry about him. He's just an ignorant kid. By the way, how long will you be staying at ho this ti?'
'I have to leave this afternoon. I was in the city the other two days, and was practically dragged by Mayor Fang to rge the city's aluminium products factory. I have just taken over, and there is a lot to do. I hope the mayor will look after these two factories in the town.'
This was the first ti the mayor had heard about it. He looked at Cai Lei and Feng Guoping next to him. They obviously knew about it a long ti ago. Needless to say, one should not blurt out such things. Was their relationship with Mayor Fang really that good? He had to find out from soone.
'Boss Feng, you're not being fair. Why didn't you consider the town when setting up the factory? You know about our preferential terms!'
'Of course we considered it, but this factory uses a lot of steel. If it's located in the town, we'd have to transport the steel from the provincial capital, and then transport the finished products out again. The transportation costs would be too high.'
'I see. That's true, it's not good to force things. But Mr Feng, if you plan to set up any factories in the future, you must give priority to the town, and the terms can be negotiated.'
'That's only natural.'
After seeing them off downstairs, the mayor called back and asked a friend of his in the city whether what Feng Zhanchang said was true.
There is never a wall that keeps things in the official world a secret. His friend worked in the city's agricultural machinery bureau and called him back half an hour later. 'Yes, that company was invited by Mayor Fang. According to everyone's guess, their relationship with the mayor should be pretty good, because their plan didn't pass, and Mayor Fang even called the deputy directors who presided over the negotiations to the city governnt to give them a dressing-down. It is said that the plan that was passed later was even more affordable than the original plan.'
'Thank you.' The mayor hung up the phone, feeling quite depressed. What kind of luck did Feng Zhenchang have? Not only did he get the mayor's ear, but he also seed to have a pretty good relationship with him?
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