Chapter 98 His son is now very powerful

While the viewers in the live broadcast room were discussing and speculating fiercely, the public security brigade immediately launched an investigation.

Their intuition told them that this matter would not be easy.

At the same time, many netizens who were waiting in front of the live broadcast room also took action.

Especially those who have money in their pockets.

National girlfriend Lin Ruoyi sat up from the bed and prepared to plan her own little treasury.

Her family has actually always been doing charity work, and she has also done it in the name of her company.

But at this moment, she suddenly felt that maybe she had not done enough?

To be honest, she admired this old man very much.

She also knew that she would not live long, but she believed she could not do what the old man did.

Maybe she has too little experience?

Or maybe some other reasons...

Lin Ruoyi reflected.

In any case, she decided from that moment on to pay attention to those poor children who could not go to school.

Although her life was short due to her physical condition, at least she had the money to do what she wanted.

But those children need a chance to see the world.

…

On the other side, in a European-style villa.

Jiang Xian was sitting cross-legged on the ground with a cell phone and a few copper coins in front of him.

He supported his chin with one hand and murmured, "I was wondering why my eyelids have been twitching recently. So it turns out you were waiting for me here."

Poor children in remote areas...

Should we ask someone to buy some books and clothes and send them over?

That's more realistic.

Thinking about this, he picked up his phone and sent a message to his father's assistant.

The assistant on the other end of the phone received the message and clicked it immediately, thinking it was something important.

When Jiang Xian’s CEO father first found out that he was going to the street to tell fortunes, he almost thought his assistant was joking.

But after confirming it, he almost fainted from anger.

I think this kid is uneducated and is doing unnecessary things.

I also want to go to the street and pull people back.

Jiang Xian had no choice but to tell his father's fortune on the spot, and found out that there was a problem with the company's recent decision.

The next day, what Jiang Xian said came true.

Looking at his son, Dad Jiang began to doubt his life.

Is fortune telling really true?

My own son can actually tell fortunes?

When Jiang's father went to see his son for the second time, he met a big shot in the industry.

At that time, the big guy was standing on the street, saying something respectfully to a man sitting on a small stool.

Father Jiang leaned over and took a look. Wow! Wasn't the person sitting on the small stool his son?

Dad Jiang doesn’t know how to tell fortunes, but he understands that his son is very powerful now!

Awesome!

He's a big shot!

Dad Jiang smiled and walked up to his son, waiting to have dinner together later.

Since then, the assistant has been informed.

From now on, no matter what Jiang Xian says or does, just reply to him immediately, and don't hesitate to report any expenses later.

His son doesn’t charge much for fortune-telling now, but that’s okay, as long as his father has money!

So, after receiving the message from Jiang Xian, the assistant contacted his connections that night.

Collect books, clothes, daily necessities and other items that can be used by children in remote mountainous areas.

Even though it was late at night , he didn't show any impatience.

What a joke! This guy is not only the son of my boss, but also a master of metaphysics!

Many industry leaders may not be able to get in touch with you even if they want to!

…

In a huge library.

Ye Youshi, who was sorting out documents, suddenly received a call.

On the other end of the phone

Ye Youshi flipped through the information in front of him and said, "Oh."

"I watched the live broadcast today and realized how heartless I am. Do you think we should do some charity?"

Ever since the last time he went to a grave to dance and was surrounded by a room full of ghosts, Tang Tianze has restrained himself a lot.

And he thought he had turned over a new leaf.

Now seeing what the old man did, I am very motivated to do some good things and accumulate virtue for myself.

Hearing this, Ye Youshi paused, and he could probably guess what Tang Tianze was thinking.

"If you want, you can try one-on-one support. That might be more useful to you."

I can see with my own eyes the changes and growth of the funded recipients.

For this guy, this should be able to motivate him more.

“And there’s one-on-one funding?!”

Tang Tianze was surprised and became interested, "Develop it? I think I can give it a try!"

Ye Youshi: "Okay, I'll look at the candidates with you tomorrow."

…

“Ahhhhh…”

There were cries of grief from the bedroom.

With one day left before school started, Zhang Zihang felt like he was going crazy.

He sat at his desk, which was piled with a lot of unfinished homework.

Summer vacation life, papers, reading comprehension, copying...

“I’m dying, I’m dying!”

He held two pens in one hand and copied frantically in the notebook.

After watching the daily live broadcast of Healing in the Underworld, I gained some insights and decided to study hard.

Do your homework well.

but!

I really can’t finish writing!

Why is there so much homework during summer vacation?

Why do we assign homework based on grades?

What happened to the promise that everyone is equal?

Outside the door, Zhang Zihang's parents were anxious.

I can't wait to go up and help write.

I have said everything that needs to be said. Ask him to do it earlier, why is he delaying?

They stopped at the bedroom door, fearing that they would be unable to resist beating someone up if they went in now.

By then, Zhang Zihang would not only be unable to finish his homework, but would also have to go to school with an injury.

“…”

Feeling the eager gazes behind him, Zhang Zihang wanted to cry.

But I was also afraid that crying would affect my vision and I wouldn’t be able to see the homework grid clearly, and then I would write fewer words.

By midnight, Zhang Zihang's parents had to go to rest because they had to go to work the next day.

Without the watchful eyes behind him, Zhang Zihang felt a lot more relaxed.

But the piles of homework in front of him are still Alexander.

"I shouldn't have played for so long..."

He even planned these assignments clearly before the holiday.

In the end, it ended up being a lonely experience.

At two or three in the morning, Zhang Zihang began to doze off.

Although he likes to play, he rarely stays up late.

His head nodded and his eyelids twitched.

He looked at the mountain of homework in front of him and tried pinching his thigh twice.

Boom——

The eyelids finally closed.

"Hurry up and finish your homework, you little bastard! Why are you sleeping?" The next second, Zhang Zihang suddenly opened his eyes and looked around subconsciously.

He touched his face and felt as if he had been slapped in his dream.

“Homework, homework, homework…”

He looked at the pen in his hand that he had not yet put down, and quickly immersed himself in his homework.

Tick-tock.

At three or four in the morning, sleepiness came again.

Snapped!

Snap! Snap!

When Zhang Zihang woke up again, he opened his eyes in a daze.

what's the situation?

Was he urging himself to finish his homework in his dream?

Why is it that every time I fall asleep, I am either woken up by being scolded or beaten?

Suddenly, he thought of something and sat up straight in an instant.