It seemed that within a few minutes, the subway arrived at the station.
The two of them got off the subway and walked out silently with the flow of people, without saying a word to anyone.
Not far from the company's entrance, she said, "I'll go in first." After saying this, Qiao Yuxin trotted into the company.
Chen Zifei deliberately slowed down and lit a cigarette to calm down his emotions completely.
Chen Zifei had a day off today and did not come to the company, but he met Qiao Yuxin, so he accompanied her.
The place he wants to go is not far from the company, and it only takes ten minutes to walk.
This is a welfare home. A good brother of Chen Zifei died some time ago. During his lifetime, he talked about this welfare home the most.
Chen Zifei came here just to pay back his brother's money.
The orphanage was very lively today. Several teachers and children were standing in line at the door. The children were holding small flags in their hands, as if they were waiting for some big shot to arrive.
In this scene, it was obvious that they were not here to greet Chen Zifei. Chen Zifei walked directly past.
"Is Dean Song here?" Chen Zifei stopped a nurse and asked politely.
"Dean Song is in the office, but he should be out soon." The nurse pointed at an old aunt in her fifties and said, "This is our dean Song."
"Hello, Dean Song." Chen Zifei greeted him and said, "I am Xiao Ping's friend."
"Xiao Ping..." Dean Song only paused for a moment, and immediately said excitedly: "Is Xiao Ping okay?"
Chen Zifei sighed and said: "He... had an accident and is no longer alive."
"Ah!" Dean Song took a step back and covered his chest, his face full of pain.
Chen Zifei was shocked, and quickly took a step forward, holding her arms with both hands, and his breath entered Dean Song's body along his hands.
Dean Song quickly calmed down, his eyes were already red, and he choked and said: "How old is Xiao Ping? He should be only twenty-five years old this year!"
Chen Zifei also said sadly: "Yes, he left too early. He told me a lot about the orphanage and Dean Song. Before he left, he specifically told me to come back for him.
Check out the orphanage."
"Xiao Ping is really thoughtful. Oh, what a good boy." Dean Song wiped his eyes.
"Dean Song, Mr. Feng is here. Go quickly." A nurse ran over.
Dean Song quickly agreed, and then said to Chen Zifei: "You wait for a while, I'll be back as soon as I can."
Chen Zifei said quickly: "Dean Song, please do your work first, I will wait for you."
At this time, a Mercedes Benz and a van drove over at the entrance of the courtyard.
A few people got out of the van first, some with cameras and some with cell phones, all pointed at the Mercedes-Benz.
At this time, a middle-aged man in his forties got out of the Mercedes-Benz, with a big belly and a bit of baldness.
At this time, someone immediately made a gesture, and the children waiting at the door immediately waved the small flags in their hands and shouted: "Welcome! Welcome! Warm welcome! Welcome Mr. Feng to visit Fenghua Welfare Home."
The middle-aged man was Mr. Feng. He waved his hand and said with an amiable smile on his face: "Hello children, I haven't seen you for a long time. I really miss you."
"Mr. Feng, we miss you too."
Someone in the van handed Mr. Feng a bunch of food. Mr. Feng handed it to the children one by one. The children were all smiling and were so happy.
"Have you recorded everything?" After dividing the things, Mr. Feng turned to ask the person following him.
"It's all recorded, Mr. Feng. Once it is broadcast this time, you will definitely gain a large number of fans, and Mr. Feng's good name will definitely spread wider."
Mr. Feng laughed and happened to see Dean Song approaching. He quickly went to greet him and said with a smile: "Dean Song, I have brought you good news."
"Really? That's great!" Dean Song immediately held Mr. Feng's hand excitedly.
Mr. Feng smiled and said: "That must be true. I, Feng Yuanliang, wholeheartedly do good deeds. Naturally, I must handle such a big thing as the welfare home."
"Please! Mr. Feng, please, let's come to my office to chat."
Dean Song excitedly let Mr. Feng into her office, and Mr. Feng's entourage all followed. They kept taking photos of Feng Yuanliang along the way.
Chen Zifei frowned as he watched from the side. This guy loves to show off himself too much.
But after all, they are also doing good things, so it can be considered that their flaws are not covered up.
However, he was quite curious about this matter, so he followed everyone to Dean Song's office.
Feng Yuanliang waited for everyone who was filming to be ready, and then said: "Dean Song, I know you want to repair the orphanage now, but there is still a shortfall in funds. Tell me how much is missing, and I will make up for it for you.
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Dean Song immediately said: "Mr. Feng, that is really too much. It is not appropriate for Mr. Feng to bear it alone. Mr. Feng, you just need to do your part."
"Dean Song, what you said is too polite. When I do good deeds, I, Feng Yuanliang, must do it to the end, so I must cover all the remaining money."
What Feng Yuanliang said was categorical, because he got information from relevant people that the overall cost of repairing the orphanage was roughly 200,000 yuan. Now he has raised 180,000 yuan, and he only needs to get another 20,000 yuan.
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With only 20,000 yuan, you can achieve such a big limelight. Feng Yuanliang, this is absolutely suitable.
Dean Song excitedly praised: "Mr. Feng, I have worked in the welfare home for so many years, and this is the first time I have seen such a generous philanthropist like you."
"Haha..." Feng Yuanliang was even more happy to be praised. He waved his hand and said proudly: "Dean Song, just tell me how much the difference is."
"Okay, okay, we are still short of 1.2 million."
"No problem, I'll give you...what? 1.2 million?" Feng Yuanliang's voice suddenly rose, as sharp as a woman's.
Dean Song was startled and said hurriedly: "Mr. Feng, what are you..."
"I...I..." Feng Yuanliang's face turned ugly, his eyes suddenly turned, and he said: "Dean Song, this is wrong with you. You just want to defraud people and line your own pockets."
Dean Song was stunned for a moment and said, "Ah? Mr. Feng, how did you say this?"
Feng Yuanliang slammed the table and said angrily: "I should have known that the total funds you wanted to raise here were only 200,000, and you also raised 180,000, which is only 20,000 short of it. Now you are so open-minded and directly cost me money."
1.2 million, are you defrauding donations or what? Let me tell you, I will expose you, and we will never tolerate people like you who use charity to defraud money."