Chapter 535: Fancy making headlines (Part 1)

Chapter 535: Chapter 535: Fancy making headlines (Part 1) I don't know if there is a law of good luck, but there is. Most people can't touch it. In general, people spend their entire lives repeatedly verifying Murphy's Law.

Just like Shen Xue, who is too arrogant, things have developed just as she feared. The hosting opportunity that shone so brightly last night has fallen out of the blue onto that little bitch she dislikes so much.

Feng Yiping is the same. According to his plans and packaging, it would be best to appear in public first as an academic with impressive achievements and a rather young expert, and second best would be to appear as a very inspirational, young and promising business elite.

The last thing he wants is to be known to the whole country for the first time as someone in the entertainment industry. It would be best if his friendships and status in the entertainment industry were not mentioned.

But just like Murphy's Law, the more you worry about something happening, the more likely it is to happen.

The first day, many evening newspapers in the country mentioned in passing that such a new media company was able to invite so many big names because the person in charge of the company had a close friendship with them.

But the focus of the report was still on the stars and the upcoming concert. Mainly, there was not much information about the person in charge of the company, so it was better to say less.

But last night's concert, with its new and good songs, not only shocked the audience, but also made the entertainment reporters more and more curious about the boss of Jiasheng.

Then, for no reason at all, the first person to benefit from this was the Industry and Commerce Bureau!

As soon as they started work that morning, before the few people in the reference room had even finished their cups of hot tea and the newspaper was in their hands, a man with an accent from outside the province came knocking on the door.

Zheng Yong politely handed over a slip of paper with the name Jiasheng Holiday Hotel written on it.

'Oh, the one that held the concert yesterday?' the middle-aged woman at the reception desk asked.

After the publicity on TV, in the newspapers and on the internet a while ago, and the sensational concert yesterday, at least people in the province now know about Jiasheng.

'Yes, that's the one,'

the middle-aged woman wrote out a receipt and handed it to him, 'the fee is 300,'

Zheng Yong was about to shout, 'This is a rip-off! We don't charge for checking external files, but thinking about what happened yesterday, forget it, it's better to pay and save yourself the trouble. Meekly, he handed over the 300 yuan, and no one bothered to ask for a receipt.

Before he could finish reading the saved information, his colleagues followed one after the other, all checking the registration information for the Jiasheng Holiday Hotel.

Seeing so many people queuing up, the receptionist actually had a smile on his face. Good guy, this morning, at least tens of thousands of dollars will be collected!

However, as soon as the reporters saw the legal person's address on the information, they became worried again. It was a rural address that could not be found on any local maps, and they knew with their hands that Feng Yiping definitely did not live there now.

However, those from the Jiasheng Group were all tight-lipped. Did they have to go to that remote little mountain village?

But we are entertainment reporters, aren't we? Besides, in such a remote place, God knows if there is even a road, and it might even be a walk.

Forget it, just mention it briefly like this, and whoever wants to dig up the story can go ahead.

The middle-aged woman who initially received Zheng Yong was in a good mood as she watched the money in the small safe rapidly increasing. Seeing that he was leaving, she asked, 'We also have the registration information of other Jiasheng companies here, do you want to check it?'

'What are they?' Zheng Yong asked nonchalantly as he stuffed the 300 yuan note into his bag.

'Jiasheng Decoration, Jiasheng Express, Youjia Convenience, Yijia...'

'Youjia Convenience?' Zheng Yong remembered that this convenience store seemed to be everywhere in the city. There seemed to be one in front of the hotel where he was staying, but he never thought that he was also a Jiasheng.

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He handed over 300 yuan, 'I'll check this one as well,'

In the Youjia convenience store, Zheng Yong was holding a bottle of mineral water and a green arrow, checking out at the cash register. Naturally, he smiled and asked the young girl, "Did you go to the concert your group organised yesterday?'

'There were too many customers yesterday, we didn't go,'

'I went, it was really good," Zheng Yong praised.

'Yes, everyone said it was good, here's your change, please take care, welcome back next time!'

Zheng Yong took the bag and change, and pretended to be curious and asked, 'By the way, your boss Feng has to go to school and also busy with the company's affairs, so his academic performance is not very good!'

'How come?' The little girl didn't know Zheng Yong's intentions and said very seriously, 'Not to mention the results at university, our general manager Feng was the top arts student in our province in the national university entrance exam last year!'

Haha, it was all effortless. That was good enough. Zheng Yong didn't say a word and immediately headed for the education bureau. That afternoon, he arrived at the city's No. 1 High School. After some research, he realised that the guy had been connected to Master Zhang since 1998.

Although the movie based on his novel had only had average box office, as a gold medal entertainment reporter, he remembered very clearly that with this movie, Master Zhang won a Golden Lion Award in Venice last year, as well as the domestic Golden Rooster Award and several other international awards. It can be said that he had a good boost to his reputation internationally and took a step forward to consolidate his seat as the leader of the 'fifth generation of directors'.

As for Feng Yiping's donation of the entire 50,000 yuan script fee he received for buying the film rights to his former junior high school, which added luster to Feng Yiping's personal image, Zheng Yong selectively ignored it. A gold medal journalist, even an entertainment journalist, has his own temperament!

This interview was the most satisfying one he had had in recent days. At the end, the school gave him a copy of Feng Yiping's 'Those Years', a book that had created a genre in the country. He had heard of it before, and it was said to have sold over a million copies. However, when he saw the pen name on the cover, he became a little distracted. Deep Sea? Why did it look so familiar? It was as if he had seen this pen name before, countless times.

Then, with his mind on other things, he absentmindedly promised the school that he would definitely mention the name of No. 1 Middle School in the report. Before he even left the school campus, he called his boss and said, 'Boss, I've unearthed some big news here, you'll be satisfied, I'll definitely get you the space tomorrow.'

After getting a positive reply, he immediately found a taxi and said, 'Driver, take me to the biggest audio-visual store in the city,'

...

While Zheng Yong was busy digging up and piecing together Feng Yiping's past experiences, Boss Feng was finally able to relax and spend some quality time with Huang Jingping and his parents.

His parents brought not only wild boar from the village, but also autumn pears from the village forest farm. Feng Zhenchang personally peeled one for him, 'Try it, does it taste like the original?'

This was the best-tasting pear Feng Yiping had ever tasted. He took a bite, and the sourness and sweetness revived his saliva. "It's even better than the original!" He gave it a thumbs-up.

'Of course it's better than before, it's good, not like the ones that fell and broke before,' Mei Qiuping said.

In the old hometown, in the summer, it was customary to go to the forest farm in the village to get a sack of pears.

However, the pears cost only a few cents a pound, which was a considerable expense for the family at the time, so Feng Zhenchang would pick the ones that had fallen from the trees and broken, because they were cheaper.

He used a kitchen knife to cut off the damaged ones, and ate the ones that were not damaged or rotten. With these pears, Feng Yiping and his mother used to eat even the sour kernels, and only spit out the seeds in the middle.

After listening to this, Huang Jingping gently patted Feng Yiping's hand. Feng Yiping laughed and patted his hand back. Thinking about the past, he doesn't feel bitter now.

'Mom, how much wild boar is there left?'

'There's plenty. Dongzheng gave us half of it, with a net weight of more than 90 catties. Grandpa's family got a bit, and so did Jingping's family. We brought more than 40 catties this time, and gave 10 catties to Cai Hong's family. There should be at least 20 catties left,'

'Dad, cut me some, I'll ask Jinling to take some back for her father,'

'You should, we were going to say the same thing, we just didn't know where her family lived. Tell her that wild boars can definitely still be hunted in the mountains in the future,' Feng Zhenchang said.

Feng Yiping laughed as he called Jinling, "Jinling, where are you?'

Jinling said in a grumpy voice, "Where else, at the office,'

'You've worked hard. I'll tell you, I met a close relative of yours today. Do you want to come and take a look?'

Huang Jingping laughed next to her, and Mei Qiuping said with a smile, 'Can't you just speak nicely?'

Jin Ling was familiar with his routine, 'Just say what you want. I'm busy,'

'Make it short. Under the wise decision of the Party Central Committee and the concerted efforts of governments at all levels, our village's work of returning farmland to forest has made long-term progress...,'

'I'll hang up if there's nothing,'

'No, just say it briefly. There's now what you call it in your home on the mountain, a close relative of the wild boar. My cousin shot one, and since such a good thing shouldn't be forgotten, I want to show my respect by giving you a bit,'

'Then you can send it to me,'

'Okay, I'll have Jingping deliver it to you,'

At this point, he would never be foolish enough to appreciate Jinling's possible barbaric charge!