He hurriedly rushed to his mansion.
"Young Master, what's wrong with you? I'm still resting!"
The servant's words did not stop Mr. Rong.
Instead, he ran faster!
There was a rapid knock on the door, and Mr. Rong, who had already heard the noise in the house, was wearing pajamas and scolded him.
"You are in a panic. You are now the head of the Rong family. How can you be like this?"
"Let outsiders think about my Rong family?"
"Remember, you are now burdened with the livelihood of tens of thousands of families, so don't panic about any major event!"
Mr. Rong's scolding made Mr. Rong come back to his senses.
Force yourself to calm down.
Salute your father respectfully.
"Dad, something happened!"
Mr. Rong saw that his son had calmed down and his face looked much better. He said calmly: "Wait for me to change clothes and go to the study!"
Boss Rong waited for the old man in the study for five minutes. During these five minutes, he lived like a year and thought about too many possibilities.
The future of the family and various policies of the country.
I racked my brains and thought about how to solve this matter.
It wasn't until Mr. Rong came in that he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Dad, the latest telegram from Beijing, this is the record of Mr. Nie's latest internal meeting speech! At this moment, almost everyone at a certain level has received it."
Mr. Rong took the telegram from his son and chewed it word by word.
Then his face became serious.
"Are you sure this is what Mr. Nie said?"
Boss Rong nodded: "It's absolutely true! The rumors have gone crazy!"
"Dad, what should we do?"
Mr. Rong put down the telegram, clasped his hands behind his back, and looked out the window.
He didn't speak for a long time.
"Boss, get ready. Call your Xiaoyun and tell her that I am going to the capital to meet Nie Lili."
Boss Rong was shocked.
"Dad, you?"
Mr. Rong did not give Mr. Rong a good look.
"Why don't you hurry up and wait?"
"A man of his age is asking me, an old man, to come out."
Boss Rong smiled bitterly in his heart, I don't want to either, but this is already related to the fate of the family.
My heart skipped a beat, asking my niece to contact Nie Li?
Mr. Rong has never done this before, just so that his niece can hold her head high in the Nie family, instead of having a group of parents who only take advantage of her.
So what does this operation mean now?
Private identity.
Boss Rong understood and gave his father a thumbs up in his heart. He was so considerate.
It will be much better if you advance or retreat this way.
"Okay, I'll go right away!"
Rong family.
Not one family.
Everyone is showing off their own talents, looking for their own news channels, and inquiring about information.
There is an undercurrent.
The prosperous situation that had just stabilized turned out to be a bit chaotic.
Even many local officials were distracted and were inquiring about news and looking for a way out.
Beijing.
There are several families that are considered prominent. At this moment, several members of the closer families are sitting in a private house with sad faces.
Staring at each other.
Not long after, Lao Feng came.
I saw Lao Feng wearing a military uniform and bringing a personal guard with him.
Several people saw Lao Feng as if they were seeing a savior.
"Mr. Feng, you are here and you miss us so much."
Old Feng rolled his eyes, "Did you steal my line?"
With a sullen face: "What's wrong? Haven't you been notified of the news? Why don't you ask me to come over if you don't think about how to cooperate?"
Several people looked bitter: "Mr. Feng, you can't do this. How have we treated you these years?"
"When the army was short of food, how often did we not rush to the front? This will make you look great in front of Mr. Yuan."
"We need military supplies and military supplies. When have we ever done this?"
"No, Mr. Feng!"
After hearing the words of several people, Lao Feng's originally calm face gradually relaxed.
Indeed, so.
These people helped him a lot, but even though he knew this, Old Feng's heart remained unchanged.
He snorted: "You have got what you want. I, Old Feng, have not treated you badly, right? Whether it is policies or some conveniences that do not violate principles, which one have I not given to you?"
"To put it bluntly, if we count back from the time of Mr. Yuan, if it weren't for me, old Feng Byou, how could you have such a comfortable life? You would have been eaten up by others long ago."
What he said was quite reasonable.
Do you really think that you can ignore everything if you have money?
How can it be.
"To put it bluntly, we help each other, right!"
Several people cried. When did Lao Feng become so eloquent? But at this time, we must not be forceful and play the emotional card.
In an attempt to influence Lao Feng.
The Jin family, as a large family in the capital, owns tens of thousands of acres of land and countless other factories and shops.
Some of these existed in the previous dynasty, and some were obtained slowly by choosing the right investors.
It was as if the convenience Lao Feng gave him could make him huge profits.
At this moment, Jin Sangong handed over his hands: "Mr. Feng, we know that you are good to us, but is it a little too sudden this time? We are one. If we really hand over so much land to the country, what will we eat and drink? What?"
"In the future, when we are needed, what support will we get?"
"How will the store, man, and so many common people and tenant farmers who eat with us live in the future? You have to think about this."
"Yes, you have a high position. You must persuade Mr. Nie. Although Mr. Nie is born with knowledge, he is still young. The things here are too complicated."
After Jin San finished speaking, the others also added.
But the more Lao Feng listened, the uglier his face became.
"Criticizing Mr. Nie, how many heads do you have?"
"Um?"
Da Ma Jin Dao sat on the chair and looked at several people with tiger eyes.
Several people were startled.
Jin San shook his head quickly: "Mr. Feng, we don't mean this, and we don't dare to criticize Mr. Nie. It's just that his policy is unreasonable."
"Those lands were accumulated by our ancestors for generations, and we are not willing to hand them over to the state out of thin air."
Old Feng snorted: "What does it mean to be out of thin air? The working group's compensation plan has come out. Your land will be compensated according to the market price. What else are you dissatisfied with?"
"You said that these were accumulated by your ancestors for generations. I admit this, but can you guarantee that all the land will come from an honest place?"
Old Feng said he was thirsty and picked up a teacup at random.
Take a sip.
Then he shouted to several people and asked.
Several people looked at each other.
Who dares to say that the people who come to their land are all aboveboard? Isn’t that bragging?
Lao Feng continued: "In disaster years, you collect land at low prices, so that the people have to depend on you. In good years, you can make a lot of money by raising rents and relying on the food grown by the people."
"Do you really think I don't know these things?"
"Look at these!"
As he spoke, Lao Feng slammed down a folder!
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