Distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, especially those in the Wang Ai family who cast aside all their relatives.
The older generation has a bias in their hearts, and the least favored one makes a lot of money, but the more they lack something, the more they want it. Such children are somewhat foolish and filial, so Wang Bin and Ai Xiaoqing were forced to the extreme and then died.
Repentance: They can suffer a loss themselves, but they cannot lose their son.
So in the Wang family's social pedigree, classmates, neighbors, and friends replaced the original first-order relatives, just like in Wang Ai's social pedigree, beauties replaced relatives and teammates replaced classmates.
After the neighbors left, the Wang family and his son came back from the door. They watched the courtyard door close before they relaxed. Wang Bin sat down on a wicker chair, bouncing a Golden Boot trophy in his hand and making a "clang" sound.
After touching it twice, Wang Ai’s eyebrows and heart beat rapidly!
Since these two trophies came into his hands, many people have come into contact with them, but no matter whether they are club officials, representatives of sponsors, teammates of the team, or today's neighbors or even members of his own small team, no one knows.
The two trophies collide and make a sound.
As if he noticed his son's gaze, Wang Bin curled his lips and put down the trophy: "I don't care about the things at home. I just hang out outside every day. All year round, I just bring these few smooth iron lumps back to fool us both."
Left behind for the elderly.”
When Wang Ai saw his father put down the trophy, he walked around the courtyard with his hands behind his back, and then sat down next to his father: "Don't tell me, it looks a bit like it. I also go out to work."
Wang Bin glanced at his tall son and said casually: "I donated those planes of yours."
"Hmm? Well." Wang Ai relaxed on the chair and nodded: "Just donate, eh? Why didn't I see it in the newspaper?"
Wang Bin shook his head: "I told the leader directly and did not go through any lower channels."
Wang Ai thought for a while: "So that's what happened. I mean, the CCTV fund-raising party originally came to see me, but then they told me that I didn't need to go. Dad, you did a good job in this matter, otherwise I would still
I’m worried about how much I should donate.”
"What should I say?" Wang Bin picked up the tea cup.
"When CCTV notified me, I asked by the way, don't I have a very good relationship with them? They told me straight away. They said Jackie Chan donated 10 million yuan, Yao Ming 2 million yuan, Chen Guangbiao 100 million yuan, and Run Run Shaw
100 million Hong Kong dollars. After that, I’ll think about it, which bracket should I be in?”
Wang Ai clapped his fingers at his father: "Logically speaking, Yao Ming and I are both sports stars, and we both work hard to earn a living. We should be in the same class. According to our status and income level, we should be better than ordinary stars.
Including Tian Liang and other sports stars, they are two levels higher than first-line stars, which is around 2 million. However, everyone knows that I earn much more than him, so I have to compete with him and compare with him.
Too many, and he doesn’t look good; too many of them, and I don’t look good.”
Wang Bin hummed and continued drinking tea.
Wang Ai continued: "In terms of star status, income level, and achievement level, I have broken away from the level of a pure sports star. In the past two years, I have seen a lot of various surveys at home and abroad, and they all say that Jackie Chan and I are Chinese
The most well-known among people. From this point of view, I should be on the same level as Jackie Chan, but there is another problem, that is, half of my popularity is supported by charity, while Jackie Chan is not. When I was in "Time Magazine", I relied on
The main thing is charity, especially for this kind of thing, the outside world and society must think of me this way."
Speaking of this, Wang Ai sighed: "Let me think about this matter. What matters is unity and responding to social expectations. People don't have specific numbers in mind, but there is a general range. Your donation is within the range, and the people recognize it.
, not being in the range will disappoint the people. Dad, I usually donate hundreds of millions to hundreds of millions, but when this big event comes, I donate 18,000,000 instead, and the people don’t say anything, maybe they are also disappointed, right?"
"Then what?" Wang Bin put down his tea cup and started eating melon seeds.
Wang Ai also reached out and grabbed a handful, ate one and said: "Then we are left with the level of Chen Guangbiao and Run Run Shaw. Lao Chen and I are the most famous philanthropists in China these days, and I am higher than him."
Quite a bit, he got 100 million, and I got at least 120 million. But Xiao Xu and the others told me that they couldn’t be higher than them because they were entrepreneurs. Only then did I understand that Lao Chen was considered a representative of the business community this time. I
I can't compete with him, I have to be less than him. Bai Yansong, who informed me, also told me that there are rules for this kind of thing, and you can't donate as much as you want on impulse. In the end, each mountain is higher than the other, and it is like an auction.
It will look good if it is neat and tidy."
"Well, you didn't think about it in vain."
Wang Ai smiled: "Now I can only go with Run Run Shaw. Although Mr. Shao is also an entrepreneur, he has no business in mainland China. He is just a pure philanthropist. The old man's 100 million Hong Kong dollars is about 100 million Hong Kong dollars according to the current exchange rate.
89.7 million yuan. What I thought at the time was that I had to show respect to the elderly. Even in the Shaw Primary School and Shaw Building, which are everywhere in the country, I had to let the elderly first. So what I thought at the time was to donate 89 million yuan, which is more than the elderly.
Less than a cent."
Speaking of this, Wang Ai shook his head and sighed: "But as a result, Jackie Chan and others were offended miserably when they appeared on the CCTV party. I remember that all the acting stars at that time probably did not exceed 100 million. Later, Bai Yansong
He told me that I didn’t need to participate and CCTV wouldn’t invite me. Although I was puzzled, I was really relieved. So, Dad, you did a great job!"
"Hey, did you praise your father?"
"Hehe." Wang Ai leaned forward and got closer to his father: "I also thought about it just now. These seven planes plus the materials I have in Italy amount to almost 300 million. I really can't go through external channels, or
Your method is good, just tell the leader directly, and you will get it right without attracting attention. By the way, the leader didn’t ask anyone to publicize it? How did you tell the leader?”
Wang Bin glanced at Wang Ai, cleared his throat, and whispered: "You also know the situation in our family. Wang Ai is just messing around with these planes. He keeps them idle and spends a lot of money every year.
Maintenance, the country can use it now, it’s not too late for us to be happy.”
Wang Ai shook his head and raised a finger for his father's language skills and way of doing things.
From the countryside of Liaoyang to the east city of Beijing, the Wang family has always been cautious and even fearful in the face of such a huge leap. This way of dealing with the world can be regarded as self-taught under heavy pressure.
Let me ask you: How can a drop of water not dry up? Put it in the sea.
Let me ask: How can a person not become the enemy of the people? Always stand with the people.
This chapter has been completed!