Today's Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference and National People's Congress are not as arrogant as they later beca, so Feng Zhenchang had a relatively relaxed eting. He just sat in the audience, took the various docunts handed out, listened to the leaders on stage, and sotis pretended to be serious by underlining so key points with a pen.
When he first attended the eting, he found it very novel. He t many leaders that he could only usually see on TV, and he received governnt docunts with official seals, which gave him a strong sense of mission and responsibility.
For him now, the novelty has worn off, and as for a sense of mission and responsibility, well, it's better to get down to work on a project.
Similar reports are always boring, and they last for an hour or two. In the end, this can actually be classified as manual labour. There were many people in the eting room who were daydreaming while holding the report. Feng Zhenchang even saw that so mbers were staring at the report in their hands, as if they were dozing off.
Of course, he couldn't have fallen asleep. Having fard the land for decades, listening to a couple of hours of reports was nothing for him. Besides, no matter what, being able to sit here and attend the eting was an honour, and he cherished it.
In addition, there was a very important objective reason. It was quite cold that day, and it really wasn't a good ti to doze off.
During the two sessions, there were also various etings. The leaders of the county's four teams took turns eting with mbers from all walks of life. Therefore, for the two days, the county TV station's 8 o'clock drama was uniformly pushed back, and in its place were reports from the two sessions venue and reports of leaders eting with mbers.
So for these two days, apart from those families with soone attending the eting, other people basically didn't watch the county TV station in the evenings.
After finishing the morning agenda, Feng Zhanchang returned to the construction hotel. His roommate, Lao ng, was now being polite, which made Feng feel a little uncomfortable. It wasn't the Feng Feng from before, who called him Feng Zong all the ti.
'Feng Zong, co, this is just brewed tea, the county tea factory's new tea this year. I think it's quite good,'
'Mr Feng, here are the washed apples,'
'Mr Feng, this is a new type of cigarette from the provincial cigarette factory this year, it tastes very llow when smoked,'
Since learning of his identity yesterday, Lao ng has been so polite, and Feng Zhenchang has said this several tis without effect, so he has to let it be.
Lao ng is so fawning over him, not for anything else, but he is always thinking about asking Feng Zhenchang to help him out, especially if there is any opportunity to make money, and he hopes to be able to get a leg up.
However, Lao ng really misjudged the situation this ti. Feng Zhenchang, with his personality and experience, would only work steadily and would never think about making quick money.
Lao ng was very excited about participating in politics for the first ti. Now, apart from smoking, drinking tea and eating fruit, he also rarely asked Feng Zhenchang for advice on business, instead discussing the content of the report and asking Feng Zhenchang for his opinion.
What could Feng Zhenchang possibly say in this regard? He mumbled a few words from the report, and on the pretext of being a little tired, lay down in his clothes and prepared to take a nap.
'Mr Feng, you can sleep without worry, I'll wake you up for dinner,' Lao ng wisely turned the TV volu down to the minimum.
He didn't even get a chance to close his eyes for a while when there was another knock on the door. "Is Mr Feng in?" The voice sounded familiar.
'Yes, I'm here,' Lao ng opened the door, and in ca Zhao County Magistrate's secretary Xiao Yan.
'Hello, Mr Feng. At 3pm this afternoon, in the governnt's small conference room, County Magistrate Zhao will officially et with you. There will be reporters from the county station, and there will be caras. The footage will be edited and broadcast on the evening news. So you need to make so preparations in advance.'
Going on TV, even if it's just the county station, is a big deal for Feng Zhanchang. He's both excited and a little nervous. 'Please sit down, Director Yan,' said Lao ng, who had already made so new tea and brought it over.
'Director Yan, as you know, this is the first ti I've been on TV. Could you tell specifically what preparations I need to make?'
'It's not much. Just pretend the cara and the reporter don't exist. Act normally. That's best,' he said, sizing up Feng Zhenchang. 'This suit is quite appropriate. If you're free at lunchti, you should go to the barber's and blow-dry your hair,'
'Okay, I'll go after lunch. Anything else I should be aware of?'
'The most important thing is that during your conversation with the county head, don't deliberately look at the cara. Other than that, I don't have anything else to say. I have things to do, so I won't disturb you, Mr Feng.'
'Mr Feng, what are you still doing? You should hurry and notify your family of this happy event.' After seeing Feng Zhenchang do nothing after sending Yan away, Lao ng reminded him.
'Right, I should tell them,'
Feng Zhenchang happily called i Qiuping, his fourth son, and the i family, 'The county head will be talking about the eting with the county head on the news tonight, so make sure you watch!'
He even called Feng Yiping to report the good news, and he asked his son in passing, 'What should I pay attention to?'
What should he pay attention to? Feng Yiping didn't have much experience with being on TV, and Secretary Yan had already covered everything, so he didn't have much to add.
Moreover, according to their arrangent, it was unlikely that they wanted to reach any consensus in this most formal of etings. This was obviously a staged photo opportunity, one of the many gestures of goodwill that County Magistrate Zhao continued to release. 'It's fine, just talk to County Magistrate Zhao as you normally would, just be natural,'
Feng Yiping said with so emotion after hanging up the phone. This serious mber of our party cadre is really sothing.
At 3pm, Feng Zhenchang, a little apprehensive, walked into the small conference room of the county governnt under the guidance of Secretary Yan.
It looked very similar to the set-ups often seen on TV news: two sofas, a coffee table in the middle, and a cara on a tripod opposite, with a female reporter in a red suit standing next to it. Secretary Yan went over and spoke to them for a while, and the young reporter said to Feng Zhenchang with a smile, 'Mr Feng, just be yourself, just be yourself, it's very simple, you can sit down and get used to it first,'
Feng Zhenchang has experienced many formal occasions over the years, and the excitent he felt when he first learned that he was going to be on TV has already subsided sowhat. Now he is a little worried that County Head Zhao will not take advantage of this opportunity to get him to agree to sothing. After all, a cara is an even more undeniable ans than black and white words on paper.
His worry was completely unnecessary. After sitting for a while, County Head Zhao walked in with a smile on his face. The two shook hands in front of the cara, then sat down, the guest on one side and the host on the other. In the ten minutes or so that followed, County Head Zhao never ntioned the investnt, but instead chatted with Feng Zhenchang about so family matters and asked about their experiences of just arriving in the provincial capital to make a living.
Feng Zhenchang talked about these things with ease, and when he thought about the year or so before when he got up early and worked hard, rain or shine, selling candied chestnuts on a tricycle, he felt a little sentintal. Once he got into it, he forgot about the cara on the side, and the result was quite good.
During the county news segnt before the news broadcast, many families in the village gathered in front of the TV for the rare opportunity to pay attention to the boring news. Today, especially in the evening, Feng Zhenchang's nephews and nieces were telling everyone in the village that Feng Zhenchang would be on TV tonight, and they wanted to show their support for the good work he has done for the village over the years.
In ijiawan, several families are having dinner together today. Usually, when they eat, the little ones, who always like to make a racket, are told again and again that they must be quiet for a while.
Feng Zhanchang stayed in his room, and Feng Weidong hurried over to keep him company. After ten minutes or so, his segnt finally ca on the air, with the following narration: 'This afternoon, the county head cordially t Feng Zhanchang, an outstanding private entrepreneur in our county. The county head highly praised Feng Zhanchang's act of investing in his hotown after becoming rich, and Feng Zhanchang also expressed his affirmation of our county's investnt environnt...'
Feng Zhanchang looked at himself on the TV screen and called i Qiuping: 'What we were talking about at the ti was nothing like what the announcer said,'
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