Ye Qinghan nodded: "Old man, that's why a year and a half ago, a boss insisted on letting Feng girl accompany him to drink. Ye Bei refused, and was beaten half to death by the boss's men."
"Later on, Feng Yatou was banned, and no one dared to sign a contract with them."
Mr. Ye didn't speak for a long time.
In the village, I saw a car driving in, and some children gathered around to look at it.
Ye Qinghan called them over and took out a stack of red envelopes.
The children's eyes sparkled when they saw the red envelope.
Ye Qinghan said with a smile: "Do you like Sister Feng?"
All the children kept silent. They looked at the red envelopes and pursed their lips, seeming hesitant.
Ye Qinghan opened a red envelope, and two children took a look at it. Inside were a few red bills, which were very greedy.
Ye Qinghan continued: "Do some of you do bad things when you see Sister Feng?"
Finally, an older child shook his head: "No. We all listen to what adults say."
"Well," Ye Qinghan nodded and continued, "If we haven't seen something and can't be sure of it, does that mean it must have happened?"
All the children hesitated.
After a long time, a child finally said: "Not necessarily."
"What a good boy." Ye Qinghan praised, "In this case, things we don't know and things we can't be sure of are not necessarily bad things, right?"
"right."
"Well," Ye Qinghan distributed the red envelopes to them one by one, "if the truth of the matter is not determined, you must first firmly believe that it is not necessarily what happened, so don't say bad things about Sister Feng for the time being.
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"As time goes by, when you grow up, you will know what kind of person Sister Feng is, okay?"
One of the children suddenly said: "Boss Ye! If we don't say bad things about Sister Feng, can we work with you when we grow up?"
Ye Qinghan looked at him in surprise: "How do you know my surname is Ye?"
The boy lowered his head, kicked a stone with his foot, and said dullly: "Now it is said on the Internet that Mr. Ye wants to buy Sister Feng."
"We have relatives in the village who work at Mr. Ye's property company. They all say that Mr. Ye's company's treatment is extremely good."
"My father and mother only made five to six thousand yuan a year. I heard that the children in the group have computers and tablets to play with, and they can go to many places around the world."
He said sadly: "But we are very poor here, and we can't make much money when we go out to work."
"That relative used to be extremely poor at home, so he thought of going out to serve as a soldier so that he could marry a good wife when he came back."
"But he was lucky. As soon as he was demobilized, his old squad leader called him to Jiangning, and he worked in your company."
"Some time ago he came back to get a wife. He said that your unit has a single dormitory in Jiangning. If anyone gets married, he will be given a single dormitory."
"And after we go to Jiangning, we will arrange a job for him."
"As soon as he came back and talked about it, Sister Fang, the most beautiful girl in our village, went with him."
"Ah?" Ye Qinghan hadn't thought of this yet, "Is it true?"
The boy saw that he didn't believe it, so he took his hand and said, "If you don't believe it, come with me to Sister Fang's house. His parents are very happy at home."
Ye Qinghan followed the group of children to a very dilapidated house with doubts.
Two or three children had already gone to report the news in advance. When Ye Qinghan and the others arrived at Sister Fang's house, a group of people had already gathered around them.
When Fang Fang's parents heard that Ye Qinghan was coming, they were so excited that they didn't know what to say. They were busy cleaning the house and quickly looking for some peanuts and melon seeds in the house.
Fang Fang's father was so excited that he couldn't speak: "Boss Ye, you are the big boss. Our house is too dilapidated and there is no place for you to sit."
Fang Fang's mother had wiped a chair more than a dozen times, and said a little embarrassedly: "This is the only chair in the house that's pretty good. Can you please sit down first?"
Ye Qinghan couldn't help but smile, but he was very tall and seemed a bit condescending when standing, so he still reluctantly sat down.
One of the older men suddenly came over and introduced himself to Ye Qinghan very solemnly: "Big boss! I am the village chief here! Fangfang from our village passed us good news, saying that Jiangning is particularly good at making money.
Make money, Boss Ye is also kind."
"Recently we are preparing to recall young people from our village from other places and form a group to visit Jiangning."
"I didn't expect that Boss Ye would come to our village in person. On behalf of the whole village, I would like to thank you!"
He actually bowed seriously.
When the other people saw it, they quickly followed suit and bowed.
Even some children followed suit and bowed.
Ye Qinghan quickly waved his hand: "Recruitment matters are not my responsibility. However, Jiangning's economic development is indeed good recently. The Trade City New District still needs some workers. You can apply through normal channels."
The village chief quickly said: "We understand, we understand. The big boss is so busy, how can he take care of everything? But Old Man Ye already has a job," he stood up and said, "Actually, I am a few years younger than Old Man Ye.
If you are 2 years old, I can work for a few years."
Ye Qinghan was dumbfounded. Where did this go?
He quickly said: "Actually, young people can just go. The village cannot be empty, and you can't do it without the village chief."
This sentence was very useful to the village chief. He said solemnly: "I can bear it for these children, as long as they live a good life."
He suddenly remembered something and said seriously to Ye Qinghan: "I have also heard about the messy things on the Internet recently. I have now issued a document. From now on, no one is allowed to slander Feng Yatou! If anyone dares to do whatever he wants,
If you slander Miss Feng, their family will always be last in the watering queue!"
When Ye Qinghan heard this, he almost laughed like crazy.
But think about it, although this crude method is a bit ridiculous, it seems to make some sense.
Existence means credibility. Ye Qinghan didn't bother to explain further: "Okay, thank you to the village chief."
"After Mr. Ye came with me, his house..."
The village chief quickly said: "I will arrange for someone to clean it every day. After all, when the leaves fall back to their roots, the place will be clean when he comes back."
"That's good!" Ye Qinghan took out a wad of money and put it on the table, "Then the money will be left here, and those who clean it every day will get their wages from here."
"From now on, someone will send this money to the village committee every year, and I will entrust you to take care of the house and land of Old Man Ye's family."
Now not only the village chief answered, but also the people standing on the trees on the wall outside the yard answered loudly: "Don't worry, big boss! It's all on us! We will send the troops when Old Man Ye collects grain from the fields.