After working on it for a long time, the rich finally understood the meaning of "begging for alms".【】
It turned out that Mayor Wei wanted to launch an event called "Warmth of Love".
For example, donate to Hope Primary School, let there be no beggars in Jinghai City, let the lonely elderly people in Jinghai City have some support, send love to the disabled, send love to laid-off workers, and provide some within the scope.
The help and so on made the entire Jinghai City filled with an ocean of love.
Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. They were afraid that the "boss" would take out something similar to suppressing Du Shaofeng from his pocket. Seeing that this concern disappeared, everyone's face showed a smile. Isn't it "warmth of love"?
, to put it bluntly, it’s just donating money. When it comes to other things, it may be a little difficult for them, but when it comes to money, it’s really not that difficult.
Then, someone who spoke quickly said loudly: "Mayor Wei, for the sake of the people, I, Wei Hong, will donate 100,000." When he spoke, he emphasized the word "Wei Hong" and the word "100,000" very hard.
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The answer he got was just a faint thank you from Wei Xiaofeng.
Everyone could see that Mayor Wei was dissatisfied with Wei Hong. Immediately, someone understood that the donation must be insufficient. Think about it, Mayor Wei personally came out to beg for alms and gave away 100,000 yuan. That was not the case.
Are you sending beggars away?
Someone said harshly: "I will donate 500,000 yuan."
Sure enough, the smile on Wei Xiaofeng's face became much brighter. He even stood up in person and bowed. Then several others stood up and said they would donate "five hundred thousand".
Just when Wei Hong wanted to make up for his previous mistakes, Mengdie, who was drinking the best tea just served by the teahouse owner, said lightly, "I remember that Xu Yuancheng donated to Hope Primary School
One million, maybe.”
Mengdie's indifferent words made the bosses and rich men tremble, but this shock made their hearts ache. After all, it was one million, and it was a colorful banknote, not a blank piece of paper.
Just when they were feeling distressed and hesitating, Mengdie casually put the bag on the table and said to Shen Fei, "Does the tea taste good?"
"The tea is delicious, but the people around me have ruined the artistic conception of the tea."
"Drink slowly, and the artistic conception of tea will come to you after a while."
"What if you can't come?"
Mengdie smiled, "Then I poured the tea, dropped the cup, and it fell into pieces."