Reborn 92's Business Tycoon Chapter 405: The County Magistrate Invites You to Dinner

In the morning light, Feng Zhenchang got up feeling around for the bedclothes. Despite their considerable wealth, and the fact that they drove a car worth several hundred thousand yuan, they still retained so very simple, and in later years, very environntally friendly, habits. For example, they didn't turn on the lights unnecessarily.

i Qiuping got up too. It was a family tradition to have a solid breakfast in the morning, unlike in the city, where people would just grab a quick bite of buns and soymilk or bread and milk.

This morning's al was more grand, with all the dishes freshly cooked.

Since the two factories started production, the family never had to worry about not having fresh vegetables to eat. The young n and won recruited from the county schools to work in the factories ate in the canteen every day, so when the head chef of the cabinet factory canteen went shopping, he would buy according to the requirents of the food factory and have the two vans that ran the town's passenger transport service bring it up.

'Do you want to bring an extra set of underwear?' i Qiuping hastily put down her chopsticks after eating just one bowl of rice and went to check Feng Zhenchang's luggage again.

'It's just a few days, three sets are enough. It's fine, everything is put away properly, don't you dare rummage through it again.'

i Qiuping ignored him and continued checking the items one by one: 'Toothpaste, toothbrush, towel, razor, charger, spare battery for the phone, don't forget that. And socks, you change them every day, if you don't want to wash them, just stuff them in the bag, your sweaty feet will stink if you don't change them every day.'

This ti, when he goes to the county to attend the CPPCC eting, as Feng Zhenchang, he can only stay in a standard room with other people. Of course, he can afford to find a better place to stay on his own, but this is a group activity after all, with group discussions and whatnot.

Moreover, the better hotels and guesthouses in the county have all been booked for the next few days, so there really isn't anywhere to stay even if you have money.

'I know, do I need you to remind ?'

After finishing his al, Feng Zhenchang busied himself shaving. He shaved very cleanly, and his cheeks turned pale.

He then changed into a suit, a tailored Zhongshan suit that he had ordered last year. The material was of course excellent, and he also bought a suit, but it just didn't feel right no matter how he wore it.

He had a pair of standard pointed leather shoes and a blue overcoat. The only thing that looked fashionable was a checked wool scarf. In the wedding photo of him and i Qiuying hanging in the room, he was wearing a scarf just like that, but the material was not good, and it always felt itchy around his neck.

Dressed to the nines, he looked in the mirror. His hair was naturally black and had been dyed black the day before, and it looked very smart. The overall effect was good.

i Qiuping took a fine brush and helped him brush his overcoat. 'You're a bit of a dandy in your old age, aren't you!'

Feng Zhenchang didn't take the bait. 'Tell , should we buy a flat in the county town, or should we just buy a piece of land and build our own ho?'

'Suit yourself, but I don't like those comrcial flats. There's no courtyard, and it's not convenient to get in and out. You should take a look. It's best if there's a shop downstairs and people can live upstairs. If there's anything suitable, we can buy it now.'

Thanks to Feng Yiping's advertisents and indoctrination, and also thanks to the appreciation in value of the few properties they had previously bought, the two of them were now very positive about investing in real estate, whether it be residential or comrcial.

'Then I'll go and have a look. However, the appreciation potential in the county is definitely limited, so I need to see if it's a good deal.'

'As you wish. If we don't buy in the county, then we'll do as Yiping says and take so ti to go to Shanghai and have a look. There's a lot of appreciation potential in the property there.'

In this dilapidated house made of adobe bricks and tiles, the two of them were talking about buying a house in Shanghai, without even blinking an eye. Anyone who didn't understand would definitely think that the two of them were talking in their sleep.

'Uncle San, off to the county eting!' Feng Zhenchang carried a suitcase, and i Qiuping also carried a suitcase, which contained the products that the two factories had just produced. They walked out the door one after the other.

The two families of neighbours were also having breakfast at the ti and had waited at the door on purpose. 'If you et the leaders, you, as a mber of the committee, must speak up for us,' said Feng Jiansheng's wife. She was one of the few female party mbers in the village and had previously been a militia platoon leader. Although she had never been to a eting in the county, she had been to many in the township and knew the ropes.

'I will definitely do my best.'

Feng Hongbing's mother followed behind them carrying a bag. Inside was sothing Feng Zhenchang was to give to Feng Weidong on his way. 'Uncle Feng, you look great. I'm glad we know each other, otherwise I'd think you were so kind of leader here,'

Feng Zhenchang said with a hint of pride. 'Even if you're poor, you should always look your best when you go to the county for etings,'

Dongzheng, the eldest son of the second oldest brother, was carrying a load of grain on his shoulders at the ti, which looked like it was going to be delivered to the chicken farm. He saw them put down the load and greeted them, 'Uncle, going to the county eting?'

'Yes, didn't you stay on the mountain last night?'

'Yesterday was my father's night,'

'He's getting old now, and he's afraid of the cold. You brothers should take turns for a few days, so that he doesn't have to work nights,'

'Yes, that's what we said, but you know how stubborn my father is. He doesn't feel at ease if we're the only ones on night duty,'

Before he could finish his sentence, several of Xinhua's brothers were also greeting him. In short, as the only mber of the village's CPPCC, Feng Zhenchang was seen off all the way to the parking lot.

Feng Hongbing's mother put the bag in the boot of the car and said, 'Uncle San, you don't need to deliver it. Just give us a call when you get there and ask Weidong to co and collect it himself.'

After reporting to the CPPCC, Feng Zhenchang received the keys from the receptionist. He was arranged to stay at the Jianshe Hotel, which was also a short walk from the county governnt and next to the People's Square.

Because he had the idea of buying a house, after putting down his luggage, on the way to the winery, he deliberately looked carefully at the shops on both sides of the road. Basically, they were all in the form of shops below and residences above, which suited i Qiuping quite well.

But he also knew that these were all self-built private houses, not easy to buy or sell, and that just after a peak season, business in the shops was very slow. His idea of buying a shop in the county also faded away.

The guard at the winery gate saw a nice car with a provincial license plate drive up and didn't dare to be negligent. 'Which unit is the boss from? Who are you here to see?'

'I'm here to see Feng Weidong. Is he here?'

'Ah Feng Weidong, he just went out with the car to make a delivery. If it's business, you can talk to soone else in the sales departnt.'

'No, I just ca to give him sothing. Could you please give it to him later?'

The guard suddenly beca much less enthusiastic when he realised that Feng Weidong wasn't there to discuss business. Feng naturally didn't mind, called Feng Weidong and slowly drove back to the hotel.

He thought the land next to the bus station was good, and the shops were all bungalows, so if it was properly developed, it would be very good. Of course, he would never do anything like that, and it was also influenced by his son.

The other person in the room had also arrived. He was lying on the bed, eating lon seeds and watching TV. When he saw Feng Zhenchang co in, he sat up, patted the lon seed shells off his body, and held out his hand, 'Hello brother, my surna is ng, what's your na?'

'Hello brother ng, my surna is Feng, just call Lao Feng,'

'Sit down,' said the middle-aged man surnad ng, a bit chatty. 'Lao Feng, in which year were you elected?'

'The year before last. And you?'

'I was just elected. In the past year or two, I contracted dozens of acres of land in the village and turned it all into fish ponds. Business is picking up a bit. I was just elected last year.'

'Fish ponds, that's pretty good,'

'It's not bad. I can make hundreds of thousands of yuan a year. Hey, you should be able to see it when you co to the county. It's the section by the road in Shiping Village. It's all mine,'

Feng Zhenchang had a vague recollection of it. It was quite large.

'Lao Feng, what do you do?'

Feng Zhenchang was about to answer him when he heard soone knocking on the door. 'Uncle San, are you here?' It turned out to be Feng Weidong.

'How did you get here so quickly?' Feng Zhenchang ushered him in.

'When I passed by here, I asked the factory car to drop off. It's almost ti to eat, so you should co with , I'll buy you dinner.'

'Maybe later, let's see if the town has any arrangents,' he said. These past few days, they had been eating together, so he had to say goodbye to the person in charge before leaving.

'Yes, let's sit down for a while. If there are no arrangents, we can go together later. I drove here, so it's convenient,' the middle-aged man surnad ng interrupted.

'My nephew, this old ng, has dozens of acres of fish ponds in Shiping Village,' Feng Zhenchang briefly introduced him.

'By the way, Feng, you haven't said what kind of business you do.'

'I, in the village set up a small factory, processing so agricultural products,' Feng Zhenchang modestly said.

'Oh,' Lao ng imdiately thought that he must be running a family business, 'that's not bad, you must be making a lot of money a year,'

'Oh, I just started it, and it hasn't made any money yet,' Feng Zhenchang stopped Feng Weidong, who wanted to say sothing.

'Oh, it's actually fine. I've been in business for a few years now. A workshop like yours doesn't require a lot of investnt and has little risk. If this one doesn't sell well, you can do sothing else. Since we've t today, we're considered friends. I still have so connections in town, so if there's anything you need help with, just let know.'

Feng Weidong really couldn't help it. Feng Zhanchang smiled and handed him a bag of peanuts, 'Try it, the first batch made in the factory,'

and gave Lao ng a pack, "Made in my factory, you try it and give your opinion.'

'Wow, the packaging is not bad, Lao Feng, you're quite knowledgeable, it's just that this stuff isn't going to sell well," he looked at the brand and factory na, Jiasheng Food Factory, and felt that it looked familiar, 'Jiasheng?'

Before he could say anything, the door was knocked on again. A man asked, 'Is Manager Feng in?'

Feng Weidong went over to open the door. "You're looking for my uncle? He's inside,'

said Feng Weidong. A young cadre with a briefcase ca in. He obviously knew Feng Zhanchang. "Hello, Manager Feng, I'm Zhao County Magistrate's secretary Xiaoyan. He asked to pick you up for lunch.'

'Old ng, Weidong, I won't be able to accompany you for lunch,'

The county head is treating you to dinner, so of course you have to give him face. Feng Zhenchang also understands very well what the county head is so anxious to find him for.

'Uncle, you go ahead, I'll be back at the factory in a while,'

Lao ng, who had just been instructing Feng Zhenchang, was speechless at this point. He chanically nodded his head. He finally understood why this Jiasheng looked so familiar. Aren't the cabinet factory and brick factory in town also Jiasheng?

There were so many Fengs in the town, but the one the county magistrate had invited to dinner must be that one. Thinking that just now he was still boasting and showing off, Lao ng suddenly felt ashad.

Feng Weidong, who had been holding back and not saying anything, saw his expression and knew that he must have understood Feng Zhenchang's identity, feeling very satisfied.