The old man thought for a while and said, "Everyone in the finance office has been called to receive the money today. Please donate to our account."
"We don't want our names to be displayed on the website, so we use cash."
"Then wait a minute, I'll call and ask." The old man immediately took out his mobile phone and dialed a financial person's number. After explaining the matter, the old man turned to Liu Mengyan and asked, "Girl, the financial person said,
It’s best to transfer the money, I’m really busy today. There are too many people from the media... If it’s not more than two thousand yuan, I can give you a temporary receipt and leave it here for now. What do you think?”
Su Xiaorou muttered dissatisfied: "Why is it so troublesome to make a donation? It's not fun at all."
Liu Mengyan thought for a moment and said, "Uncle, if you have more money, it's safer to send it to the finance office."
"How much?" the uncle asked casually.
"One and a half million... ten thousand."
"What?" The old man's hands trembled and he almost threw his phone away. He immediately shouted into the phone: "Finance people, hurry back to the finance room and wait! Don't worry about the reception!"
…
This old man who looked like a scumbag turned out to be the director of the orphanage. His surname was Sun, and his name was Sun Changshui.
While walking to the finance room, Liu Mengyan said: "Dean Sun, I was so sorry just now, I thought you were a car attendant."
"Just call me Lao Sun. What kind of dean is not the dean?" Sun Changshui smiled and said, "Girl, your one shot is 1.5 million. Do your adults know? Although it is a good thing to do charity, it is worth tens of millions.
Don’t affect your lives!”
"Don't worry!" Liu Mengyan said with a smile, "The three of us made this together, there will be no problem!"
When he arrived at the financial room, Xia Yu opened the large suitcase containing the money. The two financial staff immediately began to count the money, and the crackling sound of the money counting machine could be heard in the room.
A young girl in her twenties asked while counting money: "Brother Liu, how much do you want to donate to the St. Louis Foundation in the United States?"
"One hundred thousand dollars," said another financial officer in his thirties.
"Ah?" the little girl said in surprise, "It's just that little? Then why are you so mobilizing people?"
Dean Sun coughed lightly and said, "Don't be wordy! This is an arrangement arranged by the county's cultural department! Money is secondary, and the purpose is to reflect the friendly exchanges between the two countries' peoples."
"The Americans are so stingy!" the little girl muttered, "to organize such a big campaign! In fact, they only donated 100,000! Those people from the website and TV station were all more excited than taking a chicken blood shot! I don't know if there are any
Nothing to report!"
At this time, people from the St. Louis Foundation they called came and took a minibus. The representatives of the foundation were two men and one woman, and there were three white couples. Behind them were dozens of reporters.
The one from the TV station is from a certain website.
Many children stood on both sides of the road, holding flowers and shouting "warm welcome".
Xia Yu looked out through the window and saw at a glance that there was a reporter in the crowd who was particularly charming and beautiful. It was Yang Wenli. He couldn't help but secretly laughed. Yang Wenli was a social butterfly trained by her family. In order to exercise her abilities, she also
This is it.
…
After 1.5 million was counted into the account, Dean Sun looked at the time, smiled apologetically, and said: "I have to show up in front of you, and I'll be back in a while. Girl, don't leave, stay for dinner later! Let's
Beef stew for lunch!”
Before Liu Mengyan could refuse, Dean Sun hurried away. Liu Mengyan pulled Xia Yu and asked: "Are we really waiting? Why don't we leave..."
Before Xia Yu said anything, Su Xiaorou rushed to say: "Let's see the excitement first! It seems that those children are performing a show, let's go and see it too! Let's go, it's okay to go back to school anyway!"
Under the strong request of Xiaorou, the three of them slipped into the small auditorium and sat in the last row. This is the world of media reporters, with more than a dozen reporters from different websites writing articles.
Su Xiaorou approached a young male reporter and asked in a low voice: "What are you writing about?"
The male reporter was a little annoyed at being interrupted, but when he looked up and saw such a lovely beauty, his attitude immediately changed and he said with a smile: "The article for the website is coming soon."
Su Xiaorou tilted her head, looked at it, and asked, "Do foreigners often adopt children from orphanages?"
"Not too many. I heard from the dean that there are a few a year."
"Oh... what about the Chinese people?"
"That's a lot, basically every day..." the male reporter said.
"Strange, then why can't I see any news reporting on Chinese adoptions?"
The male reporter smiled and said: "We who work in the news have to report new things. There are so many Chinese adoptions, and no one pays attention to them when they are reported. Just like this foundation donates money, because they are from the United States, they have
The value of reporting is, otherwise, all the Chinese donations would be listed on the orphanage’s website, and no one would want to read our report.”
Su Xiaorou blinked her eyes and suddenly asked: "If you don't report the adoption by Chinese people, doesn't it mean that everyone can only see reports about foreigners adopting orphans? As time goes by, everyone will think that foreigners are better!
Isn’t that bad?”
The male reporter blushed and said: "Beauty, do you know the attention? Attention is our life! If we report on things that no one is interested in, wouldn't we ruin our own jobs?"
"But..." Su Xiaorou said angrily, "You are deliberately hiding it! It will mislead people! This is wrong! You are irresponsible to society!"
"I didn't say that Chinese people don't adopt..." the male reporter said with a frown, "I'm just a young reporter, I want to eat! Can someone with social responsibility pay me a salary? Don't give me such a big deduction.
hat!"
After he finished speaking, he immediately changed places and continued writing the manuscript angrily.
Su Xiaorou was also very angry and sat back in her seat with a pout. Xia Yu poked Liu Mengyan and said, "Go and persuade Xiaorou."
"I don't know how to advise. There seems to be no solution to this kind of thing... In fact, I heard my dad say that donations from foundations like the United States have political purposes. They just take advantage of people's curiosity.
To shape their image of the United States. This kind of activity has been planned by dedicated people from the beginning. They are responsible for contacting the Chinese authorities and various media, and then they will spread it like an intensive bombing over a period of time to achieve the best effect...
…”
Before Liu Mengyan finished speaking, Dean Sun's sonorous voice suddenly rang out, "Family members of the Yanbei Love Orphanage, I have good news to tell you. Today, just now, three kind-hearted people...
They donated 1.5 million in cash to us all at once. With these two donations today, the decoration of our activity center has been completed! Today is really a double happiness for us!"
As soon as her words came out, the faces of the three people from the St. Louis Foundation immediately turned ugly. Isn't this intentional to cause trouble? One of the people who looked like the leader immediately asked Yang Wenli: "Ms. Yang, how did you arrange it?"