Looking at his son's dark eyes, Fang Yi immediately felt happy. He took his son from Zheng Yuan's hand and hugged him in his arms: "You little thing, why aren't you sleeping at this time today?".
Zheng Yuan smiled and answered for her son: "Maybe I went crazy playing with my friends who are about the same age today. I coaxed them for an hour, and I saw these two little eyes open like yo-yos." After speaking, he stretched his brain to think.
He rubbed it on his son's neck. The little thing shrank into his father's arms, giggling happily.
Fang Yi looked at his son's smiling face, gently pricked his son's stubble on his chin, and immediately reached out to Fang Yi's face with two fat little hands, pushing Fang Yi's big face away.
"How about I donate some money for charity?" Fang Yi grabbed his son's chubby hand, put it to his mouth and bit it to tease his son.
Zheng Yuan was stunned for a moment after hearing this: "Have you not been doing this? Are there any schools that donate money?"
"I want to donate more, and part of it will be used domestically, not only to help some poor children go to school, but also to help some sick children get medical treatment," Fang Yi said, looking at Zheng Yuan.
"If you want to donate, just donate." Zheng Yuan looked at her son's smiling face intently.
"I want to donate all the proceeds from "National Memorial"! What do you think?" Fang Yi opened his mouth and said.
"Twenty-four million?!" Zheng Yuan couldn't help but be stunned, looking at her husband not knowing what to say.
"Yeah!" Fang Yi nodded and said, "If you think it's more, we can donate less!".
After hearing this, Zheng Yuan laughed and teased her husband: "I don't think it's too much, I just think it's strange. Didn't you originally say that you want to save all the money, not only for your son, but also for your grandson? Why did it suddenly become
So generous? Twenty-four million U.S. dollars were thrown away! Do traditional Chinese fathers and grandfathers not want to do this?"
Fang Yi laughed twice: "When I saw Jim's family today, I realized how insignificant I am!".
"Oh! You don't want to paint anymore, do you want to be a writer? I advise you to paint instead. Your literary level is really not high, it only stays at the level of blue sky and blue sea!" Zheng Yuan joked
He looked at Fang Yi's literary level. Then he said seriously: "If you want to donate, just donate. It won't affect our lives anyway. We have everything now. It's also appropriate to do charity!".
"You are neither a good mother nor a good grandmother!" Fang Yi stretched out his hand to hold Zheng Yuan in his arms and kissed her forehead gently.
"Actually, I don't recommend giving all the money to the children. I don't want to hear people say in the future that our children are all playboys, just waiting to die. You and I both have our own pursuits, and I hope we
In the future, our children will also have something they like to do and are willing to work hard for. Even if their pursuit is very small, I also hope that our children can have it! Just like us!".
Zheng Yuan stretched out her hand and played with her son's fleshy cheeks and said slowly: "You gave them all your money, maybe you deprived them of the courage to enjoy pursuing their own hobbies, and also deprived them of the enjoyment of using themselves.
The happiness of reaping the fruits of sweat!”.
The corner of Fang Yi's mouth curled up slightly after hearing this: "You're still talking about me, these words make me win the Nobel Prize for Literature!" After speaking, Fang Yi kissed Zheng Yuan deeply on the face: "It's like having a wife.
So, what else am I dissatisfied with!".
After speaking, he looked at his son with a smile on his face and said to Zheng Yuan: "Look at this little thing, he is so happy and silly. If he knew that when the inheritance was divided in the future, he would lose so much at once, I don't know if he would still be able to survive."
You can laugh out loud!".
"Hahaha!" Zheng Yuan couldn't help laughing after hearing Fang Yi's words.
Looking at the smiles on his parents' faces, little Fang Nu also clapped his hands happily and twisted his little body.
The couple played with their son for a while. Little Fang Ruo started to nod his head and took a nap. It was obvious that he couldn't hold on and wanted to sleep. Fang Yi sent his son back to the room. When he returned to the studio, Zheng Yuan had already
He concentrated on practicing the piano, while Fang Yi stood in front of the easel and began to continue painting his tavern works.
Now that he decided to donate money, Fang Yi didn't hesitate much and started thinking about which charity fund to donate the money to early the next morning.
Two foreign funds gave 10 million US dollars, while domestic ones gave 14 million U.S. dollars. This amount of money is really not a small amount, and Fang Yi is also very cautious about the first choice of funds, not only domestic ones, but also foreign ones.
Yi doesn't want his money to be given away, and before it reaches the hands of the children who need it, it will immediately be missing, turn into a luxury car or other messy things, and sit under the buttocks of a bunch of fat-headed and big-eared people, who knows?
Not even a trace can be seen.
Fang Yi would not choose some so-called foundations with chaotic management, and Fang Yi would not choose any opaque charity funds. Fang Yi hopes that every penny he invests can be monitored by his accountants, at least
You can have detailed accounts for your accountant to check. Because Fang Yi feels that every penny he earns is earned by himself, and he cannot let others suck his blood in vain. What I donate is for charity, not to raise moths!
After carefully comparing the situation of domestic charity funds, Fang Yi learned about them in detail, whether they were private or government-run, and finally decided to donate his money to a private fund. The person who founded this fund was a gangster in Hollywood.
There is a pretty good Chinese actor Li Shengsheng, and only his foundation is close to the various demands made by Fang Yi.
Fang Yi's matter ends here. The rest of the work is left to his lawyer Eposito and accountant Charlie. We can't let them get money for nothing, right? Fang Yi is making a big deal here.
The two of them started to get busy, preparing to draft an agreement and other preparations. They were busy jumping up and down. The two of them were not only busy with Fang Yi's affairs, but also with Keshma and Rude.
In addition to Artur, the three of them all use these two.
Seeing that a sum of his money was about to be given away, Fang Yi did not feel reluctant to part with it. Instead, he felt relaxed physically and mentally, as if he had just completed a satisfying work.
With a relaxed mood, Fang Yi happily arrived at his son's room, smiling and preparing to play with his son for a while.
"Are you done with everything?" Zheng Yuan asked, looking at Fang Yi who looked happy.
"I'm done! I didn't know it until I looked at it. I realized that I had saved tens of millions of dollars without knowing it. If I hadn't donated part of it and sold two works, I might have passed.
It’s 100 million US dollars! Our family is too
I'm a billionaire." Fang Yi joked to Zheng Yuan: "No wonder a bunch of people from the bank send out invitations to hold investment conferences for us to attend from time to time. I bet these people are thinking about what's in our pockets.
Money!”.
If it hadn't been for this, Fang Yi wouldn't have known that he had saved so much money quietly. It's not Fang Yi's fault. In the past, he felt that the money was not enough to build a house. Once the house was built, there was nothing to spend.
In addition to the fact that I had killed a Frenchman, and the money from selling previous works, the big head was the income from the three works I just received, which is close to 80 million U.S. dollars. It’s really a bit of a handicap.
Yi can't imagine it.
Zheng Yuan listened happily and said: "You have already been a billionaire. When calculating family property, only bank deposits are counted. If you include houses and other real estate, it has already exceeded 100 million."
"Now it's gone again. After donating this part of the money, we have turned it into tens of millions. How can I put it? I am happy when I think about the tax collection this year, which will be 24 million less!" Fang
Yi and his son lying on the ground held their heads against each other, and they were having a great time.
Zheng Yuan smiled and didn't say anything. Even if the tax was collected, all the money would not be taken away. Fang Yi's Ah Q spirit was used in this aspect.
"I have a performance in two weeks, so I won't be home for about two weeks!".
"Transfer to the United States or elsewhere?".
"It's the United States." Zheng Yuan reached out and patted little Fang Nu's back, then looked at Fang Yi and said, "Don't worry about this matter, and pay more attention to mom's reaction! Nu'er's grandma and grandma will be here soon.
It’s coming!”.
"Alas!" Fang Yi felt a little headache after hearing what Zheng Yuan said: "What do you mean my mouth is so fast!".
Let’s start with my sister Fang Nan’s paint company. The company has been running for several years. This year, for the first time, I told myself that the company had paid dividends. Fang Yi, the major shareholder, received a little over one million in dividends.
It's not US dollars, it's just over a million RMB. Yesterday I happily called my brother to tell him the good news.
After hearing this, Fang Yi naturally wanted to pour some cold water on his sister, but he couldn't let her get too proud. Naturally, he donated 10 million yuan and was working on the remaining 14 million yuan.
Zhao'er came out.
Fang Nan understood his brother's little thoughts, he just didn't want to make himself happy, so he was not polite about it. In order to make Fang Yi unhappy, he told his aunt Yu Qin directly about it.
When Yu Qin heard this, she was frightened at first, and then when she came to her senses, she didn't know what to say about the anger. She immediately called her son and said that her son was a prodigal and was spending his grandson's money!
I want to come over and give Fang Yi and his wife a good ideological lesson.
No wonder! In the hearts of the elderly, some good things must be passed on. Not to mention Yu Qin’s old-fashioned ideas, even the slogan of protecting farmland is to save every inch of land for future generations to cultivate. This shows that this kind of old-fashioned thinking is also very marketable.
. And Yu Qin thinks that more than 20 million US dollars is really a huge amount of money. If you just throw it away, then it’s okay! If this is not a prodigal, what is it?
"If you have anything to say, please explain it to the two old men." Zheng Yuan said with a smile.
"It's easy to talk to the mother-in-law, but if my mother becomes unreasonable, it will be really hard to talk about." Fang Yi sighed and said, after thinking for a while: "No! We will definitely need foreign aid for this matter!".
I'm a little worried about my mother, Yu Qin Fang Yi. She finally had a grandson. All she saw in these two eyes was her grandson. Fang Yi is now purely a dispensable character. As the old saying goes.
Good things: the youngest son and the grandson, the lifeblood of the old couple. If the son dares to touch the grandson’s money, then it’s a good thing! (To be continued...)