Chapter 625: This is my son!

"Here, it's this foundation." As soon as I saw the content being played on the TV, a smile appeared on the face of the clean man, pointing to the TV screen and saying, "It's a pity that I didn't meet the president of this foundation last time. I heard from someone that it was a beautiful little girl."

"Three hundred million..." However, the words of the Baijing man did not enter the ears of Ye Haizhong and his wife. They were completely scared by the huge number and took out 300 million to carry out a five-month charity action? After calculation, isn't every month equivalent to 60 million yuan?

A fair-skinned man, Lao Fang, has worked hard for eight years and saved more than 30 million yuan in assets, but what about the chairman of this company? He raised 300 million yuan to do charity and took out almost two Lao Fang's assets every month to do charity. What is a rich man? This is the real rich man.

But what made them feel a little strange is that the name of this foundation is Yangcheng Charity Foundation, and the name of this company is also called Yangcheng Electronics Co., Ltd.... Why are they the same name as their son Ye Yangcheng? Is it a coincidence? Or...

Just when Ye Haizhong and his wife were a little surprised, the video on the TV had switched from the studio to the press conference in the conference room on the third floor of Jinpeng Hotel. On the rostrum, there was a young girl in her twenties standing, and she only heard her say: "Please be quiet. Below, please invite Mr. Ye Yangcheng, Chairman of our Yangcheng Electronics Co., Ltd., to go on stage to deliver a speech."

A crisp sound like a bell came into Ye Haizhong and his wife's ears, and at the same time it also came into the white man's ears, Ye Yangcheng, chairman of Yangcheng Electronics Co., Ltd.? As soon as he heard this, the white man's heart suddenly burst, and a feeling that made him extremely uncomfortable rose from the bottom of his heart

At the same time, the sound that was originally a little messy on the TV suddenly became quiet, and then... a young man in his twenties, wearing a black suit walked onto the rostrum calmly. His smiling face instantly shocked Ye Haizhong and his wife.

This...this isn't this...this isn't this...Yeyangcheng, their biological son Yeyangcheng?

The scenes on TV will not stop because of the surprise of Ye Haizhong and his wife, the white man and his family. Ye Yangcheng in the picture showed a warm smile on his face and stood on the rostrum and said, "Dear journalists, friends from the press, guests and leaders, good morning."

"..." The press conference was silent. The living room of the fair man Lao Fang's house was completely in silence at this time. Only those children with unknown reasons were still chasing and fighting...

"Thank you very much for taking time out of your busy schedule to participate in the press conference of the Yangcheng Electronics Co., Ltd. on the charity activities of the Yangcheng Charity Foundation in the next five months. Here, on behalf of Yangcheng Electronics Co., Ltd., Yangcheng Charity Foundation, I would like to express my gratitude to everyone..." Ye Yangcheng spent less than a minute on the stage, but he came on stage in silence and stepped down in warm applause.

Looking at the TV screen that had lost Ye Yangcheng's traces, the white man subconsciously swallowed his saliva. The last trace of luck left in his heart forced him to smile dryly and said, "Hehe...hehe... The name of this young man is exactly the same as that of Haizhong, your son..."

"He..." Until this time, Ye Haizhong's brain was still a little unsteady. He said blankly: "He...he is my son..."

"Bang..." The remaining luck in my heart was instantly destroyed, and the wine cup in my hand slid from my fingers, falling to the ground and making a crisp sound.

The face of the fair man, Lao Fang, was already red. The feeling of accomplishment he had gained from showing off his current achievements was completely dissipated when Ye Haizhong personally said that Ye Yangcheng on TV was his son Ye Yangcheng.

He stared at the TV screen blankly, listening to Lin Dongmei's explanation of this charity plan, and only one thought was left in his mind... How could this be possible?

He could not accept such reality, but reality was in front of him, but he had no choice but to accept that he had worked hard for eight years before he had saved up his current wealth. Where is Ye Yangcheng, the eldest son of his old friend Ye Haizhong?

This year, he is only in his early twenties? He has been in business for two years and has set up a small factory by himself... When he recalled Ye Haizhong's previous introduction, he felt like he had knocked over a bottle of five flavors at the same time, and he couldn't tell what it felt like.

If he spends 300 million yuan in one go to charity, can a company opened by such a person be considered a small factory? If this is also considered a small factory... Then, what about him, what about his Lao Fang's company? What is it? Is it a workshop?

Subconsciously turned his head and looked at Ye Haizhong and his wife who were staring at the TV screen. Lao Fang opened his mouth, but he didn't know what he could say at this time. When he found that what he was proud of was actually not worthy of carrying shoes in front of his son, he no longer knew what else he could do.

I just said angrily, taking care of your son will make him earn more than 100,000 or 200,000 yuan a year... Looking back now, it is such a ridiculous thing. People throw out hundreds of millions of charity. What can you do with these more than 100,000 yuan? Is it cost to invite someone to have a meal?

Lowering his head, Lao Fang stopped talking. When his pride was completely destroyed, he truly felt his ignorance. What is a rich man? Ye Haizhong's son is a rich man.

What is his old Fang?

Listening to Lin Dongmei's introduction and related questions and answers to the reporters, Lao Fang felt that he had never been as embarrassed as he was today, bragging about his achievements in front of other billionaire parents. The more he brags, the louder his face will be.

Especially when he heard Lin Dongmei say that the Yangcheng Charity Foundation had reached a consensus on cooperation with the Ministry of Public Security, he was even lower. Ye Haizhong and his wife may not know the meaning of this sentence, but he knew it very well.

If there is no tough backstage, if there is no Tongtian method... If you are a private enterprise, a private charity foundation, why can you let the Ministry of Public Security cooperate with you? To achieve this level, it can only represent one meaning, that is, an extremely tough backstage

Those with a lot of money can throw out hundreds of millions of dollars to do charity, and those with strong background can reach a consensus on cooperation with the Ministry of Public Security and carry out this breeze action... When all the halos of this are focused on Ye Yangcheng, Lao Fang felt that he could already jump off the building, and there was no comparability between the two at all.

Because both sides are not on the same level, the height of Ye Yangcheng standing has reached the point where he looks up to him. Just now, in order to show off his achievements, he told his parents that he would take care of his business...

My old face is red and my head is low...

"This... this is my son..." Unlike Lao Fang's extremely ashamed reaction, Ye Haizhong and his wife, who were sitting beside him, looked at the TV screen that had long lost Ye Yangcheng, and murmured the same sentence repeatedly.

Surprise, relief, shocked emotions appeared on the couple's faces at the same time. They subconsciously extended their hands and held each other's palms tightly. An emotion called pride was like a huge thunder in their hearts, and it suddenly rolled up.

"This is my son," Ye Haizhong whispered to himself...

Different people will come to different conclusions when they look at the same thing from different perspectives.

"This... is Acheng?" After work, he went home for dinner and sat in the living room and watched the TV program. When Chen Yuandong saw Ye Yangcheng appearing on the rostrum of the press conference, he was shocked. After a brief moment of surprise, he suddenly turned around and shouted: "Aiping, come and see it quickly."

"What's wrong?" Li Aiping poked her head out of the kitchen room, looked at Chen Yuandong, then lifted up her apron and wiped her wet hands, and said strangely as she walked: "What's wrong? Ghost roars."

"Look, look, look." Chen Yuandong pointed at Ye Yangcheng on the screen and said in shock: "He...he is our son's friend, Ye Yangcheng, right?"

"Where?" Li Aiping was stunned when she heard Chen Yuandong's words, then looked in the direction Chen Yuandong pointed, and then she was stunned.

"It's... it's him." Li Aiping saw Ye Yangcheng clearly standing on the rostrum, but soon, she noticed a situation that others might be more likely to ignore...

"Oh my God" suddenly exclaimed, and Li Aiping pointed to a corner of the screen and shouted: "This...this is not..."

"This is..." Hearing his lover Li Aiping's exclamation, Chen Yuandong then shifted his attention from Ye Yangcheng to a corner of the picture. Then he was shocked all over and said in a lost voice: "Isn't this Secretary Wu?"

Wu Jianrong, Secretary of the Qingzhou Municipal Party Committee, actually appeared at the press conference, and was arranged in such an inconspicuous corner.

At this moment, Chen Yuandong felt dizzy.

After seeing Wu Jianrong, he focused his attention on this corner, and naturally he saw more familiar faces.

Mayor, Deputy Secretary, Executive Vice Mayor... Some people cannot see clearly due to angle issues, but after counting, there are no more or less, just eleven

Could it be that his son's best friend held this press conference and even invited all the members of the Standing Committee of the Qingzhou Municipal Party Committee to the scene?

When he thought of this possibility, Chen Yuandong remembered his son Chen Shaoqing's almost evil path to promotion...

Suddenly, he understood a lot and understood a lot. Many questions that were unanswered in the past had answers at this time.

"Shaoqing is really lucky..." Chen Yuandong murmured with a confused look on his face...

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

[Today's third chapter is sent... It feels really uncomfortable to write in the hot summer... If brothers and sisters enjoy these two chapters, please vote for recommendations and monthly tickets... At the same time, I beg Tencent Weibo to listen to and follow them, and search (Fu Zui)...o(n_n)o~]

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

[Thank you yesterday (囧囧小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Chapter completed!