Rebirth 1979: Hunting wild boars and saving educated youth

Outside the winery gate, there was a crowd of people, not just one person, but a swarm of people gathered.

Among them, a middle-aged man held up a big loudspeaker and shouted loudly towards the winery.

"Listen up everyone! Don't let that black-hearted boss fool you! He's cheating you out of your money and making money against his conscience!"

"You have to believe what I say. Why? Because I'm the father of that black-hearted capitalist!"

The person who called out was none other than Chen Feng's father, Chen Dali.

A group of people gathered around him, including several cousins ​​of the Chen family and villagers who had come all the way from Chenjiagou Village.

The person standing at the front was a young man. He was not very old, but his hair was a little sparse. But what was unforgettable at first glance was that he was wearing a leather jacket.

Leather jackets were not something that just anyone could wear these days, and the young man had a defiant demeanor as he stared gloomily at the Phnom Penh Winery, wondering what he was thinking.

Inside the winery, the villagers of Mashan Village who were busy selling Phnom Penh Dollars were naturally unhappy when they saw this scene.

Some of the more impatient ones yelled at Chen Dali, "Chen Dali, please be more virtuous! You're so crazy to come up with such a accusation against your own son!"

"Hey, you can't say that." Chen Dali didn't get angry. He hung the loudspeaker on his waist and spread his hands. "Isn't this all for the good of the villagers? We can't let this black-hearted guy continue to cheat people, right? Look, this kid Chen Feng talks nicely, but what's the reality? He's still pocketing our hard-earned money!"

At this moment, the young man in the leather jacket stepped forward and spoke in a loud voice: "Fellow villagers of Mashan Village, listen to me. Chen Dali is telling the truth. He is Chen Feng's biological father, and he doesn't even know what his son is like? Chen Feng's winery is full of tricks, enough to circle the village three times! We must open our eyes and not be fooled by those who pretend to be kind!"

As soon as the words fell, the crowd started shouting, saying all sorts of things, most of which were accusing them of talking nonsense.

"Hey, who are you, kid? What gives you the right to give orders here?" someone asked indignantly.

The young man smiled and said coldly, "Who am I? My father is Chen Weixing, the Party Secretary of Chenjiagou. Go ask him!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd immediately quieted down.

Chen Weixing is the head of Chenjiagou Village. Unlike the village chief Ma of Mashan Village, he is the local emperor of Chenjiagou Village and a man who has the final say.

I heard that he will be promoted to deputy mayor of the town soon, which is a big step forward!

Everyone looked at the young man in the leather jacket in front of them. Could it be Chen Weixing's only son, Chen Long?

When the villagers of Mashan Village thought of this, they couldn't help but feel a pang of fear in their hearts, and their morale weakened a little.

Seeing this, Chen Long felt very proud.

He cleared his throat and continued, "I, Chen Long, speak with every word I say, so don't disbelieve me! I've done my homework. Chen Feng is charging you a ridiculous price for your gold-edged yuan! You don't know, but if you take these gold-edged yuan to a legitimate medicinal herb factory in the city, you can get an extra three yuan per kilogram!"

As he spoke, he took out a wrinkled medicinal material purchase price list from his pocket, which was stamped with the red seal of the Municipal Medicinal Materials Factory, and showed it to the crowd.

"Look, it's written in black and white, read it for yourself!"

"Look at the purchase price above. Is it what I said? It has a red official seal on it. It can't be faked!"

Now, the villagers of Mashan Village were a little hesitant.

Some lowered their heads to think, some had wandering eyes, and some were half-believing and half-doubting, their eyes shifting back and forth between Chen Long and Chen Dali.

There was a sense of restlessness in the air...

Gradually, the villagers began to whisper to each other and talk about it.

To be honest, the villagers of Mashan Village were very reluctant to believe what Chen Long said. They always felt that Chen Feng was helping them by purchasing Phnom Penh Yuan.

How come he has become a black-hearted capitalist now?

However, the unit price on the delivery list was clearly written, and it was indeed three yuan more expensive than what they sold to Chen Feng.

And it’s stamped with a public red seal!

How do you explain this?

At this time, Ma Hongbo, a die-hard supporter of Chen Feng, stood up and shouted, "Fellow villagers, we can't listen to the nonsense of outsiders. This is our own business in Mashan Village. How can the people of Chenjiagou have the right to dictate our affairs?"

He glared at Chen Dali, "If you want to know who to trust, I, Ma Hongbo, trust Chen Feng! My family's tiled house and my father's medical expenses were all earned by following Chen Feng. As a man, you must have a conscience!"

As soon as Ma Hongbo said this, many villagers nodded in agreement: "That's right. We've benefited so much from Chen Feng, how could we be easily provoked?"

But when Chen Long heard this, he curled his lips and sneered: "Are you all confused? Chen Feng gave you more, which means he earns more!

"He made an extra three yuan per kilogram. Calculate how much he earned? You worked so hard to raise the pigs, and in the end, it all went into his pocket. What else can he do if not a black-hearted capitalist? Blood and filth flow from every pore!"

As soon as these words were spoken, many villagers in Mashan Village began to wonder again.

People are greedy. They are not worried about scarcity but injustice. Many villagers feel uncomfortable when they think about how they worked hard to raise fish, but in the end Chen Feng took away the lion's share.

The atmosphere became increasingly agitated.

And just then, a loud voice came from the distance.

"Oh my! Why are those crows cawing so early in the morning? I thought something was going on in Mashan Village, but it turns out the wronged ghosts from Chenjiagou have come here. Chen Long, what are you yelling about? Your father isn't the Party Secretary of our village, so why are you acting like a 'prince' here?"

As he was speaking, Chen Feng walked out from inside.

He had just heard a commotion outside, and someone shouting with a loud speaker. He knew someone was looking for trouble, so he came out to take a look.

Upon closer look, it turned out to be his incompetent father and a group of relatives from Chenjiagou. The key point was that Chen Long, who called himself the "Prince of Chenjiagou", was also there.

When Chen Long saw Chen Feng walking towards him, he felt inexplicably panicked.

What's going on? When did Chen Feng become so powerful?

The villagers were a little shaken just now, but when this kid came out, they all seemed to be speechless and no one dared to say a word.

Chen Long had met Chen Feng before and never taken him seriously, thinking he was just a blockhead. But now, it seemed as if there was something more about him, a sense of authority that only a big shot could have.

He forced himself to remain calm, snorted, and said, "Chen Feng, stop pretending here. Your deeds are exposed! You deliberately bought the villagers' gold-edged dollars at a low price, acting like a black-hearted capitalist. Tell the truth, or we will drag you out to parade and criticize you!"