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Chapter 866 - 484: The Eve of National Day_3

Chapter 866: Chapter 484: The Eve of National Day_3

If it were any other day, it wouldn’t matter, but today’s situation, including the news in the past few days, isn’t quite suitable for reporting. Luckily, the leaders from the town also left by now, leaving behind only those who were here to help, so even if Old Guo says something inappropriate, there’s no fear of the leaders overhearing.

As he was thinking about how to fob Old Guo off and get him to go home after hearing his story, he heard Old Guo say, "I have a situation I want to talk about. Once, our cow was stolen, and it was by someone from the county to the north. It just so happened that Boss Yan was on patrol that night and he chased and brought my cow back. That’s the truth, you can ask anyone if you don’t believe it. My surname is Guo, from Daguo Village, everyone knows this story..."

You scared me there!

Zhang Kun breathed a sigh of relief, and his attitude became much warmer immediately, "Old grandpa, come, come, come sit down and take your time. Rest assured, we will definitely promote such acts of kindness."

Old Guo got a burst of energy and once he started talking, there was no end.

But as Zhang Kun was initially listening with gusto, his brow soon furrowed as he heard Old Guo continue, "Besides that, Er Gouzi’s dad’s knee ailment from before was also cured by drinking the medicinal wine from Boss Yan’s. Does this count as a good deed? Let me tell you, Boss Yan sells his medicinal wine for very cheap, nearly the same as ordinary liquor. If it weren’t for that, considering how stingy Er Gouzi’s dad is, he really wouldn’t be willing to drink it. In my opinion, Boss Yan’s liquor works better than any of that red or black branded stuff..."

Zhang Kun automatically filtered out this part of the conversation.

It really couldn’t be written down; a ranch owner quietly selling medicinal wine is one thing, but to promote it openly would be inappropriate.

Old Guo was also one who had benefited from Yan Fei’s goodwill. If it hadn’t been for Yan Fei happening upon the cow thieves that particular night, his cow would have definitely been gone. At that time, he was watching the cow himself, losing the cow would be one thing to explain to his son, but he feared the look on his daughter-in-law’s face even more. One could imagine, if that cow were lost, his life would definitely be hard.

One has to reciprocate even the smallest favor greatly, and Old Guo admitted he didn’t have the means to repay such a favor greatly, so what he could do was keep an ear out for news about Boss Yan, and praise Boss Yan to anyone he met. So, even though his village was seven or eight miles from the town, he always made it to the market whenever he wasn’t busy and would ask about Boss Yan’s affairs.

Old Guo recounted these glorious deeds of Boss Yan hundreds, if not thousands, of times, speaking with ease. The reason he seemed a bit overbearing when he came to see the reporter was that when he was about to speak, several villagers were afraid he would drone on and annoy the reporter, leading to negative news being reported.

But he stood his ground, "I’m here to speak of the good that Boss Yan has done. I wouldn’t be afraid to say it even if it were the King of Heaven himself, much less a reporter. Nobody should stop me, let me go..."

Zhang Kun was used to seeing the common people who came to report news being very submissive, so when someone with such a presence arrived, he mistook it for someone coming to report something negative.

However, once things were made clear, the pair hit it off. Old Guo had been collecting these ’good deeds’ for so long and finally had a chance to use them, while Zhang Kun took several pages of notes, more than satisfied with the material.

As he was listening, Zhang Kun had already come up with a headline in his mind: Wealth Hasn’t Made Him Forget His Roots, The People’s Good Entrepreneur Yan Fei!

Looking at Yan Fei swaying as he stood there watching others work, Zhang Kun’s eyes shone: Hmm, maintaining a simple and hardworking style must be written about as well.

After all, a big boss, and considering his attire, which was rather tidy today due to the county party secretary’s visit. But Zhang Kun could tell, even with his less discerning eye, that if Boss Yan shed his pager, his entire outfit wouldn’t cost more than a hundred yuan.

It’s common for people in the county to dress like this, ensuring neat attire when going out, with few concerning themselves with which brand of clothes they wear. Students wearing sports shoes worth over twenty yuan and adults with counterfeit leather shoes worth a few tens of yuan – that’s considered premium. Higher expectations are out of reach; even with the money, people wouldn’t know what really counts as a brand.

Some student from the county in a high school wore a pair of sports shoes of an unknown brand, and the whole school scorned him: What a fool from the city, wearing cotton boots in the heat of summer – was his head kicked by a donkey?

The result was the student wore his branded shoes for less than three days and was never seen in them again, switching to twenty-yuan sneakers.

So when Zhang Kun insists on writing about Yan Fei’s simple and hardwearing style, no one can argue. The man never bought expensive clothes to wear, and compared to his assets, his attire truly is very simple.

Simple and frugal, wealthy yet never forgetting his kinfolks, revering teachers and valuing tradition, repeatedly donating beef to schools, and taking the lead in ensuring public safety – this talks of Boss Yan not forgetting his militia identity, despite being a big boss, always insisting on patrolling.

How could one tell? How could he just happen to catch criminals if he wasn’t on patrol? Once or twice might be coincidental, but three or four times? That’s no longer a chance occurrence. He must be patrolling daily to catch so many thieves!

Right, there’s also his behavior in protecting wildlife. Last time the promotion targeted enterprises, but this time we can definitely write it up as individual propaganda!

With that in mind, Comrade Zhang Kun was fully energized, wishing he could start penning the article right away and then see his own name on the front page.

At this moment, Yan Fei was wandering about with nothing to do, smiling back awkwardly at all the smiling faces in the yard, his face nearly cramping from all the smiling he’d done all morning. He seized the chance when no one was looking to escape to his office and hide.

Looking at that map, his mind began to wander again.