When Feng Yu returned to Bing City, it was almost Lunar New Year. Tai Hua Trading had distributed the last batch of goods to Moscow, and it was time for the holidays.
Wu Chih-gang and the rest were looking forward to the end of the year bonuses that General Manager Feng would give out. The last two years, the pagers and motorcycles were the best bonuses in China. But this year, what was the bonus?
This year, Feng Yu did not give out anything. He did not even give out rice, wheat flour, etc. Instead, he gave out … … cash!
According to everyone's work results, everyone was given a large amount of bonus. The lowest bonus was 8,000 RMB, and the highest was Wu Chih-gang, 12,000 RMB!
At first glance, it seemed that this year's bonus was lesser than last year's. But Feng Yu had brought them to invest in stocks and made a lot of money. Although the stocks were not sold yet, Feng Yu said that they could be sold in the middle of this year. He guaranteed that everyone's investments would be worth a few folds!
This year, all of them had made tens of thousands of RMB. It was much more than last year!
This year, the news of Tai Hua Trading's year-end bonus spread throughout the Motor Factory. Look at Tai Hua Trading, look at Wu Chih-gang and the rest. Their salaries were much higher than ours, and their monthly bonuses were much higher than ours. Everyone was envious of their year-end bonuses. Other than the leaders, who else in the factory could afford to buy pagers and motorcycles?
This year, it was even more ruthless. The year-end bonus was enough for them to work for 5 to 6 years!
Of course, there were some who objected. Last year, the motorcycles were worth at least 20,000 RMB each. This year, they were only giving out 10,000 RMB. It was obvious that Tai Hua Trading was going downhill!
Of course, this was considered as jealousy by others.
Feng Yu thought that he was high profile. But when he returned to the district, he realized what it meant by high profile.
Eh, why were there banners hanging on the street lamps in the district? They were not seen during the Lunar New Year in previous years. These banners were only hung when the leaders came to inspect the district.
"A warm celebration for Feng Yu's admission to Peking University!"
"Learn from Feng Yu and build a future for our country!"
"A student from a poor family, guaranteed admission to Beijing University!"
… …
Wait, these banners are for me?
Feng Yu's driver trembled and almost drove into the ditch on the side of the road. Dozens of banners, all praising Feng Yu, made Feng Yu feel … very good!
Was this done by the district education committee or the farm junior high school? He was not the top scorer in the college entrance examination. Was there a need to advertise it like this?
What poor students? If the Feng Family was considered poor, there would be no well-off family in Hua Xia.
Hmm, the phrase "Learn from Feng Yu and build a future for the country" could be kept. It was written so well. It must have been the slogan of the school's Academic Affairs Office teacher. He would donate some money to the Farm Middle School.
Feng Yu drove to the ground floor of his house and found that it was filled with people. They were all surrounding his father and seemed to be talking about something.
Feng Yu was shocked. What were these people doing? It was almost the New Year. Could it be that they were here to cause trouble? No. His father's face was full of smiles. Furthermore, no one in the district dares to cause trouble for his father. Not even the chief of the farm!
When Feng Yu's car stopped, the crowd surrounded him.
"Xiao Yu, congratulations. I heard that you were admitted to Huaqing University?"
"What Huaqing? It's Peking University!"
"I did not get in. It's guaranteed admission. Do you know what guaranteed admission means?"
"Why don't I know? It means that there is no need to take the exams. My brother was guaranteed admission to the Workers, Peasants and Soldiers University!"
… …
"Uncles, why are all of you here?" Feng Yu asked with a smile. All of them were his elders.
"Eh, Xiao Yu, we heard that you are coming back today. That's why we came to see you."
"Xiao Lei, quickly greet Feng Yu. He is a top student from Peking University. In the future, he will surely be a leader!" Someone pulled a child and said.
Feng Yu: "… …" I am not a scholar. Touching you can't guarantee you to be the top scholar in high school? Furthermore, you are too young. You still have a runny nose.
"Come, come, come. Let's have some wedding candies. Just one look is enough. My son is tired and needs to rest. "Zhang Muhua walked out with a big plate filled with candies. She distributed the candies to everyone.
When they finally reached home, all the guests were blocked outside the door. Feng Yu heaved a sigh of relief.
"Dad, Mum, what's going on? Why are there so many people waiting for me to come back? Also, why are there so many banners on the farm? "Feng Yu asked after drinking a big cup of honey water.
"My son had been admitted to Peking University. They are envious of him. They want to be part of the cultured culture." Feng Xingtai said proudly.
"But there is no need for so many banners. Did you get people to do it?"
"No. It was all done by the farm. You are the first student from our farm to be admitted to Peking University!" Feng Xingtai said proudly.
"Alright. Don't listen to your dad's bullsh * t. That's because he had donated all the fireworks we bought to the farm. We will set them off on Lunar New Year's Eve. The farm had to hang banners. They only hung one, and your dad found people to make more than 30 banners. The farm was too embarrassed to take them down. "Zhang Muhua added.
"What's wrong? I have so many fireworks for them to see. Can't I hang a few banners? Old Wen is getting more and more stingy. He is not even willing to pay for a few banners! "Feng Xingtai said angrily.
"Dad, don't you think this is showing off? Didn't you teach me to be low-key and know how to hide one's shortcomings? " Feng Yu felt that it was normal to hang 2 to 3 banners. If he was the one who got into Peking University, he would have no qualms about hanging banners. The problem was that he was the one who got the recommendation to get into Peking University.
"Why can't I show off? If they want to show off, they must get their son into Peking University first! "Feng Xingtai said.
"Fine, fine, fine. I can show off. I told you to buy more fireworks and firecrackers. How many did you buy? "Feng Yu had called his father before Lunar New Year to ask him to buy more fireworks and firecrackers.
"You still dare to mention it? You asked your dad to buy 50,000 RMB firecrackers. Your dad was happy and bought more than 100,000 RMB firecrackers!" Zhang Muhua said.
"Huh? When did I ask my dad to buy 50,000 RMB firecrackers and firecrackers? "
"Didn't you pager me and ask me to buy 50,000 RMB firecrackers?"
"I asked you to buy Wu Wan's fireworks and firecrackers. Wu from Dong Yue Wu. He is an experienced firework maker. His factory's fireworks are the best." Feng Yu laughed. The pagers in this era were still digital. You need to call the pager, and the pager will tell you what it means.
"See? I told you that your son will not squander like this. I asked you to ask him again, but you didn't listen." Zhang Muhua grumbled.
"Fine. My son is admitted to Peking University, and I am willing to set off more fireworks. I want the whole district to know about this. If it wasn't for the city center, I would have wanted to set off fireworks in the city center! We will not be cooking tonight. Let's go to the food processing factory's canteen. I have invited some old friends over for dinner, and they can meet our son at the same time. "
Feng Yu: "… …"
Seems like his father's low-key life philosophy is gone.
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