In the village committee office behind, Shang Fuhai and Shangyong and his son were here. In addition to them, Zhou Xiumei and Xu Fei also came over with Xiao Yuanbao's hand, and Sun Qingde, Gao Yubao and Ruan Lingyu were protecting each other.

Listening to Shang Liang's shouting that his father Shang Yong had just asked him to go out and say a few words, Shang Fuhai smiled: "Dad, everyone's voices are very loud, so go and say a few words."

Shang Yong angrily scolded him: "Get out."

Then he looked outside with a little embarrassed look and asked his son: "Fuhai, tell me what I'm talking about, I can't do it either. If not, you go out and say a few words."

Seeing his eagerness to try, Shang Fuhai was happy. It was rare for his father to have such a side.

"Dad, listen to me. You can say whatever you want when you go out and chat. Isn't it New Year's Eve? Just think that you are waiting at home for New Year's greetings, just say a few words to them. Besides, they will applaud whatever you say today. Listen to me, and listen to me." Shang Fuhai said to his father with confidence.

But the last sentence sounds a bit wrong.

Shang bravely blew his beard and stared at him, but the family looked at him and it was not easy to really teach his son a lesson.

"Ahem"

He coughed twice, then lifted his collar, strengthened himself, and walked out of the village committee office.

Shang Yong held a meeting for dozens of employees in the pig farm, but his eyes were vast, and most of them belonged to the villagers. At this moment, his eyes were fixed on him, and he was really uncomfortable.

After seeing him come out, Shang Liangcai moved away from the position. The microphone was still a black base and the top was a black hose, and the style was very old.

"Dear old men and young men in Shangjiazhuang, I am Shang Yong. Today is New Year's Eve. Even if it is New Year's Eve, I will wish you a New Year's Eve here first." Shang Yong held his hands together and waved at everyone a few times.

"Okay, Happy New Year Uncle Yong!"

"Happy New Year, Brother Yong is generous!"

"Grandpa Shang Yong, my grandfather said that I will come to you for a drink after the New Year."

“…”

Listening to your responses from the crowd below, thinking about what his son said, no matter what he said today, the people below would applaud. He suddenly felt that this job was actually quite simple.

"Okay, come on casually. I don't watch TV and say that people are holding a ten thousand family banquet. There are not so many people in Shangjiazhuang, but we can always set up a small thousand family banquet. Let's see which day is right. I will give you a few big fat pigs. Your family will give you some vegetables, so we will also set up a street." Shang Yong completely let go, his mind became active, and he said whatever he thought.

The topic goes back to sending red envelopes and cooking oil, he said: "I, Shangyong, grew up in our Shangjiazhuang since I was a child. It has been sixty years in the blink of an eye. I don't know how many years I can live, but I always remember that when I was young, I had no food at home, and it was all good to chew the ground and hang rods. I had eaten soil and bark. When it was the worst, it was the uncles in our village who squeezed out a bite to eat for me."

"As the saying goes, you must not forget your roots. I am doing well now. In addition, my daughter-in-law is pregnant again, so I don't have much to give as a father-in-law. I developed well last year, so I thought about taking advantage of the Chinese New Year to get the blessings of everyone, and I can also give my granddaughter or grandson who has not yet been born."

"In addition, my son also said that he planned to invest hundreds of thousands of dollars in Shangjiazhuang, build a sports square, and buy some fitness equipment. At that time, everyone can learn from the city people and have a serious place to dance square dance to exercise."

Speaking of this, he paused for a while, took a breath, and continued, "In addition, our village director had already told you about it just now, so I won't repeat the rest. The money is not too much. When I, Shang Yong, buy some New Year's goods for everyone on behalf of our family. If there are elderly people at home, I will take me to buy some things for the old brother and uncles, and say hello, Shang Yong has not forgotten them."

After saying that, he clasped his fists and put them down, and then bent down and bowed.

"Wow wow wow wow wow..."

The face didn't feel applause, and the atmosphere at the scene reached its peak this year.

This momentum made Shang Liangcai feel hot, and he also wanted this kind of response effect. Unfortunately, he couldn't do it. He couldn't learn this method.

After the applause stopped, Shang Liang said: "What Brother Shang Yong said just now is very real. In just one sentence, you must not forget your roots, let alone you and your mother. When they are old, they will raise you up. If you should be filial, you must be filial."

"Okay, I'll just say that. Now our village committee will start to send New Year's red envelopes to everyone on behalf of Brother Shang Yong's family. All the people who call their names come to receive your red envelopes and two barrels of oil. Remember, the 2,000 sent are not all sent to you. When I go back, I give 1,000 of them to your parents, grandparents, and that is the holiday expenses for them."

Seeing that someone in the audience agreed, even Shang Liangcai felt a little sad and angry when he saw that he was utilitarian, he shouted: "I will tell you ugly things in advance. Then our village committee will investigate. If I know who has even 1,000 yuan, I will take it against my conscience, and see how I deal with you at that time."

The village director of Shangjiazhuang also showed his domineering and unreasonable side, but seeing his performance at this time, even Shang Fuhai praised him.

When we received the money and oil, there was no robbery or pushing. Everyone lined up in an orderly manner.

To be honest, they didn't expect that such a good thing would happen during the New Year, so they were very grateful to Shang Yong and their family.

But a small number of people think this is a matter for granted. They see a lot of similar things reported on TV news, especially those big bosses who went out of the village made a lot of money outside and returned to the village to pay some money. They even felt that the thousand yuan paid by Shang Yong's family was still a little less.

Not to mention anything else, just because Shang Yong has built two large pig farms with 10,000-level fattening pigs, just because his son who is "calling the wind and rain" outside, two thousand people should start with it.

Fortunately, these people are the minority after all, and they only dare to think about these "complaints" in their hearts, and they did not say them like a fool.

The red envelopes I brought were just right, not too much, not too much, not too much. When I was halfway through, Xu Fei felt a little tired, and Shang Fuhai didn't continue reading. He said to his parents and left early.

On the way back, everyone I met greeted the couple, and someone pointed at Xu Fei's raised belly and said, "The little baby inside has been blessed before he was born, and they all benefited from it with the little ones."

Xu Feite likes to hear this. She caressed her bulging belly. The little guy in her belly seemed to sense it. She was kicking her belly with her little feet, which made Xu Fei giggle happily.

"Haha, Dahai, touch it, he is kicking me, really." Xu Fei said with a cheerful smile.

Seeing the couple talking and laughing, holding Xiao Yuanbao's hand and walking home, following Sun Qingde and Ruan Lingyu behind them, the person who passed by looked at their backs and couldn't help looking at each other.

Someone couldn't help but feel curious and asked, "The two strangers behind are his bodyguards. Oh, be it the first time I saw the legendary bodyguard in the bodyguard. Oh, can his bodyguard really fight a dozen people by himself like the TV show?"

This question was a bit unreliable, and no one answered him.

New Year's Eve is a great day for the people in Shangjiazhuang. They were really too surprised. They won one or two thousand yuan in vain, but they also got two barrels of oil back. This year, they don't need to buy oil for frying things.

There are many young people in Shangjiazhuang. After their parents or funds were brought back the money and oil, they took photos at home and posted videos on WeChat Moments or short video platforms.

Most people’s titles are similar to "The Richest Man in Shangjiazhuang paid everyone a holiday fee, have you received it?"

It’s easy to say anything else, but the word “richest man” is a sensitive word, and it was noticed immediately. After reading it carefully, I realized that it was actually related to the monk Fuhai.

After some professional self-media people paid attention to this information, they immediately began to summarize how to use the two keywords "richest man" and "shang Fuhai" to make up, and then create an inevitable connection between them.

It is necessary for others to know at a glance that the "richest man" is Shang Fuhai, and this matter will be effective.

But it's really difficult.

The most important thing is that I don’t know if Hurun’s pig killing list has forgotten him, or Shang Fuhai’s personal assets are protected too well, or Shang Fuhai’s company has not been listed. Anyway, Hurun has not included him so far, which has led to outsiders not understanding Shang Fuhai’s real property situation.

If you don’t understand it anymore, how can you assert that he is the ‘richest man’?

And some people are very smart at this time.

They remember that Shang Fuhai seemed to be known as the richest man born in the 1980s in Jidong Province.

Regardless of the truth or falsehood of this matter, since it has been called that, let’s say that first.

Anyway, after sending it out, who knows whether what I said is true or false?

Therefore, before the Spring Festival Gala of the Year of the Rooster had begun, the Internet was also targeted at the question of "the richest man born in the 1980s in Jidong Province returned to his hometown to visit relatives, and sent 2,000 yuan red envelopes to the villagers from house to house to celebrate the holidays" on the Internet. This matter was immediately promoted by some self-media.

There are ones and two. After all, many big V accounts are always followed. When they see this topic, their keen awareness of self-media people makes them understand that this is a very informative topic, and they quickly forwarded it.

So, when the Internet was originally discussing what the Spring Festival Gala program was like tonight, a large number of people actually discussed Shang Fuhai, the richest man born in the 1980s in Jidong Province, to discuss his "winning people's hearts" routine and how much water he is, the "richest man".

It's so idle.
Chapter completed!