The Lin family all donated, an astonishing two billion yuan in Chinese currency.

Even Lin Zhenyue, who had always kept his emotions secret, actually argued with Chen Hongtu on the spot through the screen about the patients who had donated money for aid.

There is such a ridiculous thing in the world!

A traditional Chinese medicine hospital built on the edge of a remote town is still under construction, and there are no patients yet.

Someone actually started soliciting donations, and there were also big bosses in Nanzhou City rushing to donate.

Moreover, a donation can amount to hundreds of millions of yuan.

Then, the bosses almost got into a fight over the patient who had not even seen him.

It seems that he is afraid that no patients will come to spend his money.

Zhong Dongfeng finally couldn't hold it any longer. He was a charity king in Nanzhou City and had always been keen on charity.

Good reputation is out there!

However, since he started doing charity, he, a philanthropic king, has never made a donation of more than 2 billion yuan.

With a move of his foot, the wheels of the boss's chair turned slightly, taking Zhong Dongfeng aside and out of the range of the camera.

In a corner of the room, Nangong Qianrou was concentrating on preparing snacks and pastries for him, as well as a pot of freshly brewed fragrant tea.

Zhong Dongfeng picked up the small teacup as thin as a cicada's wings, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it with enjoyment, then drank it all in one gulp.

Putting down the tea cup, Ren Nangong Qianrou gently refilled the tea for him. Zhong Dongfeng rubbed his hands and said softly: "Qianrou, how much should we donate?"

Although Nangong Qianrou didn't even look at it, she didn't seem to care at all about what just happened.

But Zhong Dongfeng knew that the content of the live broadcast meeting just now could not escape Nangong Qianrou's attention.

As for donating money, it is almost inevitable for Zhong Dongfeng.

As one of the top richest men in Nanzhou City and a well-known charity king, Zhong Dongfeng certainly cannot back down from this matter.

It’s not a question whether to donate or not, the question is how much to donate!

Nangong Qianrou's eyes flashed with a hint of gloom, she had a headache!

Ever since she was injured by Li Suixin's slaying blow when she was escaping that day, she has been suffering from headaches.

Moreover, I have a splitting headache, which lasts for several hours each time before it slowly gets relieved.

This is all caused by Li Suixin. She is not a generous person, so she must make Li Suixin pay the price.

After thinking for a moment, Nangong Qianrou turned up her lips with a naughty smile, and said softly: "Dongfeng, it's up to you to decide how much to donate.

We do good deeds not for Li Suixin, but to help those who need our help.

However, even so, you should have your own position, and you cannot just rely on Li Suixin to do whatever he wants. You should set up a supervisory organization so that every donation can be used for patients."

Zhong Dongfeng showed an appreciative smile on his face, stood up and hugged Nangong Qianrou's face like a child, kissing her hard.

Many years ago, when Zhong Dongfeng met Nangong Qianrou, he knew that Nangong Qianrou was not an ordinary person.

How could a woman who claimed to live under the deep sea, in the Dragon Palace of the South China Sea, be an ordinary person?

Moreover, decades have passed since she came to Zhong Dongfeng, but Nangong Qianrou is still no different from when she first met.

After Zhong Dongfeng got the affirmative answer, he immediately packed up his clothes. His feet slipped, the wheels of the boss chair slid, and he returned to the live meeting.

At this moment, after just a short cup of tea, Gu Yunqing, chairman of Yunqing Entertainment Group, also donated one billion yuan in Chinese coins.

At this moment, he was asking elegantly: "Master Suixin, can I regard getting the Zhuyan Pill as my wish?

I don’t ask for the gift of the Beauty Pill, I just need to increase my chances of getting the Beauty Pill, and I’ll be satisfied!”

Zhu Yan Dan has almost become Gu Yunqing's obsession now.

Gu Yunqing witnessed with her own eyes the miraculous changes that Zhuyan Dan had produced in the people around her, and this obsession was almost imprinted in her mind.

Li Suixin couldn't help but laugh, and immediately answered in the affirmative: "Sister Gu, don't worry, I believe your donation will greatly increase your chances of getting the Zhuyan Pill."

After obtaining satisfactory results, Gu Yunqing decided to donate one billion yuan.

Seeing that Zhao Laosi and others were also eager to give it a try, Zhong Dongfeng took the time to speak in advance: "Master Sui Xin, how can you do charity without me, Zhong Dongfeng!

I have decided to donate one billion Huaxia coins to fully support Fusheng Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital to benefit patients all over the world while ensuring that the donation can be used for every patient!

However, if so much donation is remitted to Fusheng Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, some people will definitely covet it and change the use of the donation.

I suggest that all donors should be authorized to audit the whereabouts and use of funds at any time to ensure that every donation can be used for patients."

Of course, Li Suixin also considered this issue emphatically.

Management issues are definitely not something Li Suixin is good at. These specific tasks must be left to people who are good at this work.

Open and transparent, meticulous, well-documented and accessible at any time, this is the perfect state in Li Suixin's imagination.

As long as you can do these things, you should be able to avoid anyone trying to make money.

Of course, it is better to leave professional matters to professionals.

Since someone is willing to intervene, Li Suixin certainly wants it.

He smiled lightly and immediately nodded in agreement: "Mr. Zhong Dongfeng, your proposal is very good. It is also my wish that every cent of the charity money be used for patients.

Your suggestion is very good. I will arrange for Fusheng Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital to immediately hire professionals to build a research and development-related website or app.

Adhering to the four principles of openness and transparency, meticulousness, well-documented, and accessible at any time, every donor can keep track of his or her donation trends at any time! Make sure you know what you are doing.”

Zhong Dongfeng saw that his opinions were adopted and improved by Li Suixin.

I couldn't help but feel like I had known each other so late, and I wished I could have a good chat with Li Suixin.

It would be best to ask his wife Nangong Qianrou to help Li Suixin so that Li Suixin can avoid the upcoming disaster.

Next, Zhao Laosi and others, who had been wavering, finally spoke up and voluntarily participated in the donation activities of Fusheng Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital.

However, the amount of their donations is dwarfed by those of the big guys just now, and there is not much comparison.

The one with the most money was Zhao Laosi, who was also ranked among the top ten richest men in Nanzhou City, and donated 100 million yuan in Chinese coins.

Others' donations were less than 100 million Chinese coins, ranging from 10 million Chinese coins to 50 million Chinese coins.

By the end of the live broadcast meeting, the amount of donations received by Fusheng Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital was close to an eye-popping eight billion Chinese dollars.

Li Suixin was also slightly excited. This was an astronomical figure that he had never dared to imagine before.
Chapter completed!