The Richest Man Yang Fei

Wan Aimin's hometown is in a small mountain village in Jixi City, southern province. It is far from the provincial capital than Taohua Village. The roads are rough and difficult to navigate. It took more than four hours to drive there.

Yang Fei and his team assembled at more than three o'clock in the afternoon, starting from the provincial capital, and arrived at about eight in the evening.

Jiang Ziqiang was surprised to see Yang Fei bring so many cars, but he couldn't help being moved.

He and his wife are both from Jixi City, from the same village, their hometown is poor, and his family is especially poor. The family spent all their savings in order to send them to college. After they worked in the city, they were rooted in the outside world. Their home was still an old earthen house, and the whole village was even poorer than Taohua Village.

Jiang Ziqiang and his wife spoke nicely to the villagers. The man was a senior official in the province and the woman was a bank president. But when they came back, they only had a small car, the old broken car of the unit, and not even an entourage. When the villagers saw it, it was inevitable to make irresponsible remarks, saying that they didn't mix well outside, and they might as well be rich in business!

Although the people in the village are poor, they are very snobbish.

Jiang Ziqiang couldn't stop others from speaking, and Quandang didn't hear him.

Wan Aimin was a little angry, saying that he lived his own life by himself. Is it necessary for them to say whether we are living well?

Jiang Ziqiang said that you are not idle? Mouths are on people's faces, they can say whatever they like, without losing the slightest bit to us, so much care?

Wan Aimin is a face-saving person, no matter how her husband enlightens, she still feels distressed.

That night, Yang Fei said that he was coming, and Wan Aimin also told Jiang Ziqiang that Yang Fei was so empathetic and righteous that he needed good wine and good food and hospitality.

When Yang Fei and the others came, they saw the endless stream of luxury cars, from the front of the village to the outside of the village, and could not see the side. Wan Aimin couldn't help but be shocked, thinking how to come so many people, quietly follow Jiang Ziqiang said, "You called this all?"

Jiang Ziqiang shook his head: "No, it's a friend of Yang Fei, who came to the funeral spontaneously."

Wan Aimin counted the heads, followed Yang Fei, there were hundreds of people, and everyone drove a car!

"Ziqiang, Yang Fei really gave us face this time. Rolls-Royce, Mercedes-Benz, BMW, Jeep, all luxury cars are here." Wan Aimin was excited and worried, "So Many people, let alone sleep, even eating is a problem!"

Jiang Ziqiang said: "Yang Fei had thought about this a long time ago. He said, everyone doesn't need to arrange accommodation, they just sleep in the car for the whole night. As for food, Yang Fei thinks more thoughtfully, and he has bought good wine long ago. When the food comes, our chefs all have them ready-made, so just ask them to cook it."

Wan Aimin wiped the corners of his eyes and said: "We have been in the provincial capital for so many years, and we have known many people. We usually communicate with relatives and friends, but at this critical moment, only Yang Fei comes over. Alas!"

Jiang Ziqiang said: "It's not a good thing to treat funerals. If we can spread a wave of wedding invitations on happy occasions, how can we invite others to come? Even if others know it, it is generally not easy to come over."

Wan Aimin said: "Then why can Yang Fei come? Even to send Xiaojia, he can also arrange for a driver to bring them here, okay? And he also brought so many people, let alone our village, it is our province. Only my dad has so many luxury cars to give away!"

Jiang Ziqiang said silently, "Yang Fei is really loyal."

Before Yang Fei came, he had long thought of the possible situation. He brought so many people and cars here to give Jiang Ziqiang and the others face, not to add to the traffic jam, so he arranged the living arrangements before coming. The county seat is far away, and the accommodation conditions in the county seat are definitely only average. Instead of traveling back and forth, it is better to put the car seat down and deal with it all night.

He also thought of food. For funerals in rural areas, there would be banquets, ranging from dozens of tables to as few as a dozen tables, but the ingredients were bought according to the head, and he did not expect that Yang Fei would bring so many people. Come, so I bought a few carts of food in the provincial capital.

These very intimate and warm actions moved Jiang Ziqiang and his wife, and also won everyone's favor and respect.

The people who followed Yang Fei were either his employees or his friends. Everyone came here because they were friends, so they didn't care about it. And who didn’t suffer? It’s pretty good to have cars to sleep here, good wine and food to eat here.

Having eaten in the evening, there was a fire in the big flat in front of the house, and everyone gathered around to keep warm and chat.

It was still so cold in the village deep in the mountains in the March and a half weather.

Jiang Xiaojia grew up in the city and couldn't play with the children in her hometown. Sitting between Yang Fei and Jiang Ziqiang, she just snorted while watching the children jumping and frolicking.

Yang Fei said, "Xiaojia, you play with them."

"No!" Jiang Xiaojia resolutely said, "They are so dirty, their cloth shoes are all mud, and their bodies are gray."

Yang Fei said, "The mud is not dirty."

Jiang Xiaojia still shook her head, sat down cleverly, and said to her parents: "I want to sleep with Brother Yang Fei at night!"

"This?" Wan Aimin said, "I'm afraid of quarreling Yang Fei~www.ltnovel.com~Jiang Ziqiang said: "We have to watch at night. Basically we can't close our eyes. Xiaojia and others are not used to sleeping, so Yang Fei Take it to sleep. "

Jiang Xiaojia said: "Brother Yang Fei, I want to sleep with you in the car."

Yang Fei said, "There is no comfortable bed in the car."

Jiang Xiaojia pouted and said, "I know that bed, that bed is terrible, narrow, hard, and the quilt still smells strange! I don't want to sleep."

"I said you kid, young, what's in your head?" Wan Aimin said angrily, "This is your grandmother's house! Your mother grew up here since I was a child. How can you dislike this place? "

Jiang Xiaojia aggrieved: "I'm not disgusted, I just don't sleep in bed!"

Seeing that Wan Aimin was going to be mad, Yang Fei said quickly: "Sister Wan, Xiaojia is scared. She has been having nightmares at night these days. The coffin is parked in the house and the child sleeps in the next house. She definitely doesn't want to. She said The bed is not good, just an excuse."

Wan Aimin said in a daze, "What's so scary about? That's your grandpa."

Jiang Xiaojia lowered her head, bit her lip, her fingers entangled.

Yang Fei said, "Don't say she is such a small child. When my grandma passed away, I didn't dare to look at her remains, and my family didn't dare to let me see it. I was already a teenager at that time."

Wan Aimin seemed to know that he did something wrong, and said, "I also blame me. I didn't think so much at the time, so I wanted to let her see Grandpa for the last time."

Jiang Ziqiang said: "Forget it, don't talk about it, the more you talk about it, the more scared the child will be. This matter will recover slowly.

When sleeping at night, Jiang Xiaojia said softly: "Brother Yang Fei, you know me better than my parents."

Yang Fei laughed and scratched her nose gently: "Go to sleep."

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