Time flies by, signing contracts, cutting ribbons, operations... Several high-rise buildings and many small courtyards have been built in just a few months.
Money from all directions first flowed into Luo Wanqing's account, and then flowed from her palm to the north of the city.
Jincheng's barefoot slum, where the population is poor, has become the largest charity center in the surrounding urban agglomeration.
At the foot of the Tzu Chi building, Luo Wanqing stood straight on the rooftop, dressed in smart work clothes, holding a contract to be signed in his hand, frowning.
The secretary stood beside her and spoke slowly.
After saying this, there was a "pop" sound, and the thick document was smashed onto the table.
Immediately, the pen was thrown by the girl, and her eyes were wrinkled under her long eyelashes.
"When Tzu Chi was founded, it was mainly about charity. All project operations are also charity-themed projects that can promote the development of the north of the city. This company's proposal is too business-like, so please reject it directly."
It was clear that the elder Zhang Shuiling had a gentle face, but when Luo Wanqing opened his mouth, a coldness overflowed like a cold sword unsheathed.
The secretary nodded and hurriedly took away the documents.
Suddenly Luo Wanqing was the only one left in the huge rooftop garden. She pushed back her wind-blown hair with one hand, her hair fluttering and rustling.
After a sudden change, Luo Wanqing is now not only the director of Gu's project department, but also the leader of Tzu Chi, the largest charity system in the north of the city.
She took out her tablet and nestled into the chair.
Luo Wanqing frowned as he marked the rows of company names in front of him.
These companies have all been rejected because their practices are too commercial and go against Tzu Chi's original intention.
But... the new orphanage is still waiting for a large amount of funds to complete the facilities. A large number of children will be sent here next month. She must attract new investment in the next few days.
Thinking of a few people here and there, Luo Wanqing flipped through her address book to try her luck on making a call. The first second she picked up the phone, a call came in.
Luo Wanqing murmured the slightly familiar unfamiliar number, but no one rang.
So she picked up the phone, put it between her ears and shoulders, and flipped over the project plan on the side with both hands.
"Hello."
A familiar middle-aged male voice came over.
"Wanwan, it's me. I heard that you are seeking investment recently. Our company happens to have the intention to develop charity projects. I wonder when you will have time recently."
It's Song Changheng.
Freeing up one hand to hold the phone, Luo Wanqing didn't hide his confusion at all.
"Song family?"
As we all know, Song Changheng is an old fox in the circle. He seems to be amiable and friendly on weekdays, and does not fight for anything. In fact, he always focuses on the best interests of every project and never pays attention to human feelings. As a result, Song Changheng is quite criticized in the circle.
"Yes." Song Changheng smiled.
"Mr. Song, based on the principle of equality and transparency in transactions, I must tell you that Tzu Chi is unprofitable."
"I know." Song Changheng's tone suddenly became very serious and he spoke seriously.
"When I was young, I always thought about making money. In the past two years, the company has been aiming to make profits. But recently I want to understand how much money is too much. I am almost over 50 years old. As I get older, I just want to make money.
Do something good."
What the other party said was true, but Luo Wanqing subconsciously felt that Song Changheng was not a good person.
"I also heard that you rejected many companies in the industry that are interested in cooperation, so I specially asked someone to write a plan customized for Tzu Chi and wanted you to take a look."
"The orphanage will open next month, and you're anxious too, aren't you?"
really.
Luo Wanqing's resistance became much softer. She tapped her fingertips on the table, as if she was thinking.
"Whenever Mr. Song is free, we can talk."
"Now." Song Changheng said with a smile, "Song family."
After hanging up the phone, Luo Wanqing went downstairs with the keys.
Now she has her own company and has her own car, so she can come and go, which is much more convenient than having a driver.
Rejecting the luxury car offered by Gu Lanchen, Luo Wanqing bought a smart and convenient car of his own. The car slid into Song's house. As soon as Luo Wanqing got out of the car, he saw the servant waiting next to him.
"Miss Luo, I have been waiting upstairs for a long time."
After entering Song's house with others, Luo Wanqing took a special look at the shoe cabinet when changing his shoes.
Jiang Luo's place was empty, so he was probably not at home.
Thinking of Jiang Luo again, it would be false to say that he didn't have any emotions. But she was able to classify Jiang Luo as a familiar stranger.
"Miss Luo, please come with me."
She followed closely behind the servant step by step, and he took her to the third floor.
After a pause, Luo Wanqing's sixth sense surged.
She straightened up and stood at the entrance of the stairs, watching the person in front of her carefully.
When the servant saw that there was no sound behind him, he turned his head and asked, "What's wrong, Miss Luo?"
"Isn't the third floor a room for people to live in? Isn't it appropriate for me not to go to the study room on the second floor?"
Although it is a sentence of inquiry, there is resistance and suspicion in every word.
The servant was stunned when he heard this, smiled awkwardly, and spoke to urge him.
"That's right, the study on the second floor has been renovated recently and is not convenient for receiving guests. Miss Luo, don't think too much about it, just follow me."
Luo Wanqing still didn't move, and was about to leave.
"Can you please tell me that the Song family is not the only one I am considering. If it is not convenient for Mr. Song to see guests today, then we can discuss it another day."
Having suffered a lot of losses before, Luo Wanqing has become more cautious in doing things.
Seeing that she was really about to leave, the servant hurriedly caught up with her.
The servant patted his head and apologized, "Miss Luo, you see, it's all because of my bad brain."
"I remembered that Mr. Song's study has been renovated a long time ago. I will take you down. Please wait a moment."
It was too fast to slap the person in front of him in the face. Luo Wanqing narrowed her eyes and smelled the Hongmen Banquet more and more.
She was led into the study, and the servant poured her a cup of tea. Then she half-bent her body and said respectfully, "Miss Luo, please wait here for a moment. I will go up and inform the master again."
Luo Wanqing was the only one left in the room, and it was eerily quiet. The clock on the wall kept ticking, making sudden sounds.
There seemed to be a strange fragrance permeating the air, not a strong fragrance that hit your face, but the kind that seemed to melt into oxygen and erode the blood bit by bit.
Luo Wanqing's mouth was a little dry.
She subconsciously picked up the cup and brought it to her mouth.
But suddenly, as if he remembered something, he paused with his right hand.
With a pair of almond-shaped eyes rolling, Luo Wanqing poured some water from the tea cup onto the carpet. The light yellow liquid was immediately absorbed by the carpet, leaving no trace visible.
"Squeak——"
There was a voice at the door.
I saw that Song Changheng was wearing a shirt today. It must have been made of the most expensive kind of material. Hanging it under his unwashed face made it feel a bit inconsistent.
The other party was wearing slippers and house pants, with a slovenly look that Luo Wanqing had never seen before.
"I'm sorry, Wanwan, I must have been waiting for a long time."