Chapter 2111: Project Spring Rain

Time passed, and February was over in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Fusheng's life had become incredibly routine. Every day, he took Fan Beibei to school, picked her up, and then went to the office to handle some matters.

Surprisingly, after a while, Zhao Fusheng had grown accustomed to this kind of life.

"Chairman, Miss Beibei's school will be out a bit later today."

Sitting in the car, Liu Yiming said to Zhao Fusheng.

"Ah?"

Zhao Fusheng was a bit surprised: "Why?"

"She's on duty today." Liu Yiming explained to Zhao Fusheng.

"Ah, right, I almost forgot."

Zhao Fusheng touched his nose and smiled awkwardly.

He really hadn't remembered this.

"Then let's wait a bit."

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and instructed Liu Yiming.

"Okay." Liu Yiming naturally had no objections. The convoy stopped not far from the school, and Liu Yiming himself got out to wait for Fan Beibei to finish school.

After a while, Fan Beibei followed Liu Yiming over.

"What's wrong?"

As soon as she got in the car, Zhao Fusheng could tell the little girl was in a bad mood. He asked Fan Beibei with some curiosity.

The little girl didn't say a word, just sat there silently.

Zhao Fusheng frowned: "Yiming, call Beibei's homeroom teacher."

Could it be that the girl was being bullied at school, and that's why she was like this?

If campus bullying really happened to Fan Beibei, Zhao Fusheng couldn't guarantee what he would do.

"No..."

Fan Beibei looked up at Zhao Fusheng: "The teacher showed us a documentary today. It turns out there are still many people who can't get enough to eat, and many girls who can't afford to go to school..."

Zhao Fusheng was speechless.

He never expected that Fan Beibei was in a bad mood because of this.

"Brother, how about I don't go abroad to study? You can donate the money for my studies to those girls who need help, okay?"

Fan Beibei looked at Zhao Fusheng with a pleading expression.

Clearly, in her worldview, this was all she could do.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and said to Fan Beibei, "Silly girl, big brother will help you, but you also need to study hard. When you grow up, you can help more people, okay?"

"Mm, I understand."

Fan Beibei nodded vigorously.

Zhao Fusheng was quite pleased. It was a good thing for a child to maintain a kind heart.

As long as she didn't turn into a naive do-gooder or a saint.

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After having dinner with Fan Beibei, helping her with her homework, and sending her to bed, Zhao Fusheng finally returned to the living room.

Liu Yiming hadn't left, because Zhao Fusheng had hinted for him to stay.

"Do you think Beibei's words make sense?"

Zhao Fusheng looked at Liu Yiming and asked in a low voice.

"Having a kind heart is a good thing."

Liu Yiming smiled and said, "But I think Miss Beibei's idea is actually hard to realize."

Zhao Fusheng sighed. He naturally understood what Liu Yiming meant.

The problem of the impoverished population cannot be solved by one or two people.

To put it bluntly, the word 'poverty' doesn't just represent the problem of one or two individuals, but something that many families need to resolve.

"Forget it, I'll donate a sum of money later, set up a scholarship fund in Beibei's name to help girls in need." Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and said to Liu Yiming.

"Okay."

Liu Yiming nodded, indicating that he had taken note.

"You can go back now."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and said to Liu Yiming.

Liu Yiming turned and left.

Originally, he thought it was just a trivial matter, and Zhao Fusheng himself didn't pay much attention to it. But within a month, a problem arose.

"Chairman, there's an issue now."

Liu Yiming walked into Zhao Fusheng's office holding a document.

"What's wrong?"

Zhao Fusheng was a bit puzzled, thinking something had happened at the company.

Liu Yiming smiled wryly and handed the document to Zhao Fusheng: "Take a look at this."

Zhao Fusheng took the document and read it. After a long while, his expression grew increasingly grim.

"Are they out of their minds?"

Speechless, Zhao Fusheng looked at Liu Yiming and asked helplessly.

"Well, I've already explained it to them, but the other party is very adamant." Liu Yiming explained helplessly.

This matter, to be honest, was somewhat ridiculous.

Previously, because of Fan Beibei, Zhao Fusheng had Liu Yiming donate ten million yuan to set up a scholarship fund specifically to help girls who needed to study.

Liu Yiming went to the China Children's Foundation and learned that they had a 'Spring Rain Plan' specifically for girls' education.

After calling Zhao Fusheng for instructions, Liu Yiming donated the money to this Spring Rain Plan and requested that the donation be made in Fan Beibei's name.

Up to this point, everything had gone smoothly.

Half a month later, Liu Yiming sent someone to retrieve the materials to check on the progress of the donation and education plan, after all, they needed to know how the money was being spent.

It must be said that the foundation staff were very responsible. Not only did they clearly list every expenditure, but they also specifically noted the contact information of the beneficiaries.

Zhao Fusheng couldn't help but sigh—our country's staff are truly conscientious and responsible.

Institutions like the Red Cross and the Education Foundation should be like this.

"Donate another fifty million."

Zhao Fusheng instructed Liu Yiming.

"Isn't that a bit too much?" Liu Yiming was somewhat surprised upon hearing this. After hesitating for a moment, he suggested to Zhao Fusheng: "How about we donate a portion each year? What do you think?"

"That works too."

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Donate five million each year, and if we build Hope Schools, it's best to use 'Future' as the name."

"I understand, Chairman."

Liu Yiming quickly nodded in agreement.

That night, Zhao Fusheng had a dream.

In the dream, his wealth increased day by day. All he did every day was lie at home counting money, until he couldn't even keep track.

So, he simply donated half of his property to the Red Cross.

The great Red Cross incorporated all the received property into their plans. The leaders of the Red Cross even came to Zhao Fusheng's home to thank him and persuaded him to donate the other half of his property.

Zhao Fusheng immediately agreed—doing charity meant giving it your all.

Then, he woke up...

Blinking his eyes, looking at a document in his hand, Zhao Fusheng thought of a woman driving a luxury car and cursed: "What the hell!"

After that, he decided to stop the donations.

From now on, it would be better to handle charity matters personally, after all, hearing is not as reliable as seeing.