Chapter 382: Ugly X People
Imagine that on a busy street, on a crowded street, at the school gate after class at noon, a woman slides down to her knees in front of you, hugs your thighs and cries. Is that scene shocking enough?
Anyway, Lu Yiming felt shocked.
Hundreds of people around were also shocked.
All their eyes focused on him.
So many people stopped, which directly caused a huge traffic jam outside the gate of No. 1 Middle School.
Lu Yiming looked down at the square-faced, gray-haired middle-aged woman at his feet and couldn't help but sigh silently in his heart.
He quickly bent down and helped the old lady up from the ground, saying, "If you have anything to say, get up and talk to me. I'm still young and I'm afraid I'll shorten my life."
However, the aunt refused to get up and hugged Lu Yiming's thighs tightly, crying and spitting, wiping all the dirty things on Lu Yiming's trouser legs.
"Good man, living Bodhisattva, please save my son. I only have this one son. How can I live without him? Our Zhang family will be extinct..."
The voice was so grief-stricken that it made anyone who heard it cry.
Many people around had expressions of regret on their faces.
Even some sentimental girls have begun to wipe away their tears secretly.
This is the innocent student boy in the 1990s.
Lu Yiming's image in No. 1 Middle School has long been deeply rooted in people's hearts. Although the Internet is not well developed these days, Hurun's ridiculous thing still published his photos!
I don't know where that bastard got the photos from.
Anyway, now there is almost no one in the school who doesn’t know Lu Yiming.
"Lu Yiming, look how pitiful her family is, just help her."
"Yes, there are three unfilial acts: not having a son and the worst. If her son is gone, she won't be able to survive. You have saved the whole family in one go."
"You are so rich, just take out a little bit, it will be enough."
"That is because I don't have money. If I had money, I would definitely not say a word."
"Others have come to you for help. It's just a small amount of medical expenses. It's not like you can't afford it. Who would be willing to kneel down unless they are desperate?"
Li Zhengkai, who was in the crowd, also took the opportunity to step forward and said in a compassionate tone: "This aunt is so pitiful, Lu Yiming, how can you not help her? You can't just stand by and watch her die."
Shi Qingxue was standing beside Lu Yiming, feeling a little helpless. When she heard Li Zhengkai say this, she immediately became unhappy and could not help but retort, "Li Zhengkai, if you say that, why don't you help her? You can't just stand by and watch her die."
When Li Zhengkai saw Shi Qingxue arguing for Lu Yiming, he immediately stopped.
Lu Yiming listened to the discussions of the people around him and looked at the old lady who was crying and almost fainting at his feet, and he felt a .
He is now like a reservoir dam. If there is a small opening, there will be no peace in the future. How many families in Baiyun City are in financial difficulty? How about Guangdong Province? How about the whole country?
If he paid the money today, there would be at least a thousand people kneeling in front of the gate of Baiyun No. 1 Middle School tomorrow. It would be a huge black sea, which is scary to think about.
But if he refused directly, he would be drowned by the spit of the people present.
Suddenly, just as Lu Yiming was thinking about countermeasures, a flash of reflected light in the sunlight attracted Lu Yiming's attention.
In this era when mobile phones are not yet popular, the reflected light from the lens is still very eye-catching.
He raised his head and looked over there, and saw a man quickly take a step back and disappear into the crowd.
However, the huge camera in his hand still could not escape Lu Yiming's eyes.
Lu Yiming suddenly realized that he had been framed!
There are countless such incidents exposed on the Internet in later generations. In the virtual world, there is always a lack of keyboard warriors who have no morals themselves but like to stand on the moral high ground and make comments, so various cases of moral kidnapping are endless.
Before, Lu Yiming had wondered why it was such a coincidence that such a thing was captured on camera by these people.
Now he suddenly realized that all this was premeditated.
In other words, the middle-aged woman in front of me is acting.
Of course, whether she is acting or not, at least she is being used.
Now that Lu Yiming has spoken, he will never be able to get rid of this trouble.
If Lu Yiming didn't speak up, he would probably be the headline on the front page of today's evening paper.
All kinds of trumped-up charges, such as being rich and unkind and restoring capitalism, were pinned on him.
Now Lu Yiming is being roasted on the fire.
Lu Yiming held Shi Qingxue's hand and whispered, "Go to the cafeteria first and then call me."
Although she didn't understand why Lu Yiming suddenly said this, Shi Qingxue still turned around and walked out of the crowd.
After a while, Lu Yiming's cell phone rang. Lu Yiming deliberately said a few words loudly, and then said to the kneeling aunt with an apologetic look: "I suddenly have something urgent to deal with here. Let's talk after I finish what I'm doing."
After saying that, he turned around and ran, so fast that he almost caught up with Bolt.
The students around him looked at Lu Yiming with contempt and disgust.
"Bah, garbage."
“Rich people are so cruel!”
"I just don't have money. If I were as rich as him, I would pay without hesitation."
“No wonder we wanted to overthrow the capitalists.”
"Lu Yiming's capitalist tail has not been cut off completely."
Lin Yuzhen, who had been standing in the crowd, suddenly stood up. She walked forward with Gu Zhiruo and pulled the old lady up.
"Don't be sad, Auntie. I have five dollars here. It's not much, but it's a token of my appreciation."
"This is my food allowance for today. I didn't even have breakfast. I'll give you all ten dollars."
The actions of the two girls immediately infected the group of innocent students in front of them, and the school gate suddenly became a donation site. Everyone contributed two or five yuan, took out all the money they had and stuffed it into the aunt's hands.
Although she failed to ask for help from the wealthy Lu Yiming, the old lady's child really needed medical treatment, so she was very moved when she saw these young people donating money to her.
In a short while, she had several thousand yuan in her hands, including coins and banknotes of a few cents and ten-yuan bills. The old lady had to put the coins in her pocket, then untie the rubber band that tied her hair, tied up the donations, and solemnly put them into the inner layer of her clothes.
"Thanks."
"Thank you."
"You are all good people."
Her hands were shaking and her eyes were wet. She said thank you over and over again, standing in place and bowing to the students who were gradually dispersing around her.
She is not an ungrateful person. Although she has been looked down upon a lot during the years when her child was sick, she has also received help from many people. As long as conditions permit, she will write down these favors in a notebook and make up her mind to repay them when she has the chance in the future.
The crowd dispersed, and her steps seemed a little staggering due to excessive excitement. She walked towards home with a little more hope in her eyes.
However, after she walked a short distance, she was stopped by someone.
There were two people who stopped her, one of them was holding a heavy camera, and the other was a middle-aged woman.
This middle-aged woman's name is Qi Gaolan.
When she saw Qi Gaolan, the aunt suddenly shuddered all over, and there seemed to be some fear in her eyes.
Qi Gaolan looked at the bulging pockets of the old lady with some greed, and asked in a hoarse voice: "How much money did those students give you?"
The old lady said cautiously: "I roughly counted it, there are about two or three thousand yuan."
After all, they are all students, and even if they donate generously, they can't give much. This is not a school-wide donation organized by the school, and the people who pay are just the students around.
Qi Gaolan said indifferently: "According to the rules, our Jishi Medical Association needs to take 50% of the commission. Hurry up and take it out and count it."
When the old lady heard this, she was shocked and covered her pockets tightly. Tears suddenly flowed out of her eyes. She argued with a trembling voice: "This money was not raised through your Jishi Medical Association. Why do you take a cut? This is my son's life-saving money!"
Qi Gaolan said expressionlessly, "You are such a funny person. Have you registered with our Jishi Medical Association? Besides, you can get the money here today because we instructed you to do so. Shouldn't share the money? Come on, stop talking nonsense! This is a reasonable handling fee. Do you still want to raise funds at our Jishi Medical Association?"
The aunt didn't dare to talk back to Qi Gaolan. She could only take out all the money she had and count it while crying.
Qi Gaolan did not feel any sympathy when she saw this. Instead, she urged him harshly, "Why are you so slow? Don't you know how to count? Hurry up! Don't think you don't have to pay me if you dawdle!"
The aunt, who was already helpless, felt even more helpless at this time. Faced with a behemoth like the Jishi Medical Association, she dared not resist at all. She even hoped to get donations through the Jishi Medical Association to save her son.
For the sake of her son, she would not hesitate to face the cold shoulder and insults, even if her life was threatened.
It's a pity that her life is worthless.
After a long while, the aunt counted it out and whispered, "A total of two thousand one hundred and sixty-seven dollars and thirty-five cents."
Qi Gaolan was really tired of waiting, and finally said disdainfully: "Since you are pitiful, just take out 1,000 yuan, and the remaining 80 yuan will be considered as our donation to you."
Faced with the aggressive Qi Gaolan, the aunt had no choice but to take out one thousand yuan.
She stared at the thousand yuan she had given out, as if she was staring at the most precious treasure in the world.
"Bring it here."
Seeing that the old lady was reluctant to leave, Qi Gaolan impatiently grabbed the money from her hand and said to the people around her, "Let's go."
The aunt stood there for a long time, watching the two people disappear from her sight.
At this moment, a middle-aged man in a suit and sunglasses appeared in front of the aunt and stuffed a red envelope into her hand.
The aunt was shocked when she saw this.
The man made a gesture to silence himself and said with a smile, "Don't get caught . Go save your son."
The aunt quickly stuffed the red envelope into her pocket and covered it tightly.
"Thank you, thank you."
"Don't thank me."
The middle-aged man turned and left, getting into an Audi car on the roadside not far away.
The other side.
In the cafeteria.
Lu Yiming lowered his head and ate his meal in frustration.
He really didn't want to say a word.
What happened today really left him speechless.
As a man of his second life, he actually knew very clearly what consequences fame would bring to him, especially the consequences of becoming famous through money.
In the era before him, there was an entrepreneur named Chen Guangbiao, who was once known as the "first philanthropist".
The most talked-about topic about him is that every time he does charity, he is very high-profile, just like holding a press conference. Bundles of hundred-dollar bills are piled up to form a wall, giving people a strong visual impact.
Then, in front of everyone, cash is distributed directly to the recipients.
However, after just a few years, he disappeared from people's sight.
Some people said he had no money.
Some people say he is a fake.
But Lu Yiming felt that he was afraid of being scolded.
Those who even go out of their way to buy pirated copies of movies and novels for free fully exerted their subjective initiative and insulted Chen Guangbiao on the Internet, saying things like what Lu Yiming heard today, such as "I don't have money either. If I had money, I would definitely donate it."
I made money and helped people in need, but I still get scolded. Isn't this bullying honest people?
Fine, I can’t afford to offend you, but I can afford to avoid you. I won’t donate.
Then, many people will start to say: You are so rich but you don’t help the poor, you have no conscience…
Anyway, there will always be people who will say something no matter what you do.
The reason is that because you are richer than him, he feels unbalanced and wants to scold you to vent his anger.
As for the consequences of doing so, what does it have to do with them?
In the future, there will be fewer and fewer people in society who are willing to do good things, and the distrust between people will increase day by day. Lu Yiming feels that these keyboard warriors should be credited with the "first merit".
Shi Qingxue was sitting opposite Lu Yiming. Seeing Lu Yiming looking depressed and thinking of the scenes just now, she suddenly became very angry.
"How could these people do this? It's really too much!"
Lu Yiming was very calm, as if he was used to this kind of thing: "Young people, they don't know shit, they just follow the crowd. This matter must be planned by someone behind the scenes, there is no need to vent your anger on these students."
Hearing that someone was behind this, Shi Qingxue immediately became worried: "How could this happen? Those people won't do anything to you, will they?"
Lu Yiming comforted her and said, "Don't we always bring bodyguards with us when we go out? These people can't possibly harm my personal safety."
After hearing what Lu Yiming said, Shi Qingxue felt relieved for a while, but then she frowned again, full of suspicion: "Who is so wicked?"
