After recognizing reporter Liang, Party Secretary Yang also guessed that Wu Yuan's return this time was definitely not as simple as just looking at it casually.

  Besides, the countryside of Beigang is now full of swamp country, so what’s there to see

   On the contrary, if Reporter Liang exposes this incident and loses the face of the city and even the province, will it cause trouble?

   But thinking that Wu Yuan, the daughter and son-in-law, has always been reliable in his work, Party Secretary Yang suppressed his inner worries for the time being.

Just listen to Wu Yuan's introduction: "Father, Uncle Xu, Uncle Li, this is Ms. Sara, the head of the Asia-Pacific region of the famous Italian luxury furniture brand Fendi, and this is her translator Hu Yao. As for this reporter Liang, You all know each other."

  Hearing the three words Italy, Yang Zhishu's heart skipped a beat.

  The Eight-Power Allied Forces are here.

  At the beginning they came to burn the Old Summer Palace, but now they came here to see the joke of the mountains and plains and the country?

So when Wu Yuan introduced him to Sara and the others, Branch Secretary Yang didn't bother to respond. Instead, he pulled Wu Yuan aside and asked in a low voice, "You bring reporter Liang here, I can understand. But What do you mean by bringing a girl from the Eight-Nation Allied Forces here?"

  Wu Yuan said mysteriously: "Father, this is our benefactor, you have to take care of him."

Yang Zhishu glanced back, spat and said: "Don't make jokes, this girl from the Eight-Nation Allied Forces has **** and big butts. I want to live for two more years! I want to serve you, but I can remind you You, it’s fine to pick wild flowers once in a while, but you still have to come home in the end.”

  Wu Yuan couldn't help laughing and said, "Father, where do you want to go?"

   Immediately, the father and father rushed to Liang Luonu and said, "Father, I brought reporter Liang here, you should be able to guess the reason, right?"

   "I can guess a little bit," Yang Zhishu finished speaking, then stomped his feet and said, "No, what do you have in mind, just pour it out. Don't let me guess like this! I'm still tired if you're not tired."

"Okay, okay," Wu Yuan quickly comforted: "Father, you also know that if the situation in our village and even the county is not reported, it will not be taken seriously. What will happen to the summer grain collection? This pile of troublesome things Son."

"Um."

   "I called reporter Liang here, just as you think, and asked her to disclose this matter."

   Yang Zhishu stared: "Aren't you afraid to poke a hole in the sky? At that time, even if you are the celebrity in front of your county magistrate Xu, I'm afraid you won't be able to keep it."

   "So," Wu Yuan continued, "I called Ms. Sara. When the time comes, ask her to donate some money to us, and ask Reporter Liang to report on this foreign friend's donation for us..."

   Secretary Yang's brows brightened and said: "On the surface, it was a donation from a foreign friend, but on the side, it revealed the fact that Beigang was hit by the disaster. Did you use this girl from the Eight-Nation Allied Forces as a cover?"

   "Father, keep your voice down..."

   Weng and his son-in-law, after a brief exchange, Party Secretary Yang has a bottom line.

  Backing in the crowd, seeing the questioning look from old Xu, Zhishu Yang just waved his hand.

   A picture that means nothing.

  At this time, Sara asked Wu Yuan, "Wu, can we go and see the disaster-stricken wheat fields?"

After listening to Hu Yao's translation, without waiting for Wu Yuan's reply, Party Secretary Yang shook his head and said, "I'm afraid it would be too bad to be in the wheat field. Just stand at the entrance of our village gate and have a look. Even the road is covered with water, let alone the fields. gone."

  Everyone stood in front of the village department.

  Over the water surface of the village road, extending to the edge of the toes.

  Sara looked into the distance, and then asked: "Wu, if the wheat is flooded like this, how many days can it last at most?"

   Before Wu Yuan could speak, Zhishu Yang raised three fingers first: "Three days, today is the third day."

  Sara looked regretful: "It's really too bad."

  I finally made up my mind and said: "Wu, on behalf of Fendi, I will donate 10,000 US dollars to your hometown. This is already the maximum amount I can use!"

  $10,000 is really not much.

  But Wu Yuan didn't intend to make Fendi suffer a lot and donate a huge sum of money.

  As long as Fendi comes forward and makes such a humanitarian donation, it is enough.

  So Wu Yuan said with relief: "It's okay, my company will donate too."

In the end, Party Secretary Yang warmly held Sara and said, "Thank you so much, Ms. Sara. I have never met you before, but you can be so generous. You are not in the same group as the Eight-Power Allied Forces 100 years ago! Stay for dinner tonight. Come to my house to eat!"

  Not only Party Secretary Yang is like this, but old Xu Tou and Accountant Li are equally enthusiastic.

  Take Sara and the others directly to his home.

  Leaving Wu Yuan standing behind in a daze, muttering: "10,000 US dollars, the sky-high 80,000 RMB, as for?"

  Liang Luo said softly: "I have to admit that the current $10,000 is a huge sum of money for any ordinary family. Boss Wu, you are doing too much business, and your vision has also improved."

All right.

  Wu Yuan did not stay on this topic, but asked immediately: "Reporter Liang, you are a member of the media, please evaluate, is this 10,000 US dollars enough to make a big news?"

  Liang Luo nodded: "The amount is enough, and the Fendi brand is also enough. But there are not enough donated objects. It is most appropriate for the county to accept the donation."

   It's a bit of a hassle, but it's not impossible.

  Wu Yuan stretched out his hand and said, "Let's eat first."

  So Wu Yuan took Sara and the others to Santana again, and Party Secretary Yang took Old Xu Tou and Accountant Li, wearing rain boots, walking to his house.

  Since the couple went to Shanghai, Liu Hui took the two children back to her home.

  On the side of Wu’s small building, only Branch Secretary Yang comes regularly every night to feed the dogs and take a look at the condition of the glutinous rice.

  So when the silver Santana drove directly into the yard of the old man’s house, Yueyue and Xiao Jiang were jumping up and down on the wet ground, laughing happily when they saw the stagnant water splashing everywhere.

  But when the two children saw Santana coming in, they were stunned for a while, and quickly realized that this was their father's car.

  So I didn't care about playing in the stagnant water, and ran over directly.

   As a result, the one who came down in the back row was a blond-haired, blue-eyed aunt.

   This stunned the two children, and they were all stunned.

  Until Wu Yuan got off the co-driver and said, "Yueyue, Xiao Jiang, Dad is here."

  Sara still asked with great interest: "Wu, are these your children? They are so cute."

  Speaking of children, Wu Yuan couldn't help but look proud: "That's right, twins."

   Immediately, they called the two children Aunt Sara.

Regardless of whether she understood or not, Sara nodded with a smile, then stuffed the chocolates she took out from somewhere into the hands of the two children and said, "Wu, I hope that the money donated by Fendi can help more children." Such lovely children."

   "Don't worry, it will."

  Dinner was prepared by Wu Yuan and Liu Hui.

  Considering the taste of Sara, an international friend, Wu Yuan abandoned those overly heavy-tasting recipes here in Beigang, mostly light, and seldom put chili.