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Chapter 456 I Want to Make a Movie (Second Update, Please Subscribe)
Apparently, the uncle didn't want to talk about it in depth, but he walked up to a stove with a bag and started cooking soup skillfully.

stooped.

The back was already soaked.

The chicken skeleton, which has been peeled until there is almost no flesh, plus a few chestnuts, the total price will not exceed five yuan.However, the uncle regarded them as treasures, cleaned them a little, put them in a clay pot, and simmered them slowly.

Lin Xuan took a closer look at other people's ingredients, and found that they were also not very good.

Either some leftovers from pigs, sheep, chickens and cattle, or some green vegetables from the vegetable market.

estimate.

They couldn't have gotten any better.

Lin Xuan glanced at Ye Tingyu next to her. Obviously, she was very familiar with everything here, so she didn't show much surprise.

"Walk."

Lin Xuan pulled Ye Tingyu and left the alley.

It wasn't until when he walked outside that a cold wind blew in the middle of the night, and Lin Xuan realized that his whole body was soaked in sweat.The alley just now was stuffy and hot.A young man like him was almost unbearably bored after only a few minutes. I really don't know how those people survived.

Ye Tingyu took out a pack of tissues from his bag, and the two of them sat on the curb and wiped the sweat from their foreheads and faces.

Lin Xuan gulped down another half bottle of water before looking at Ye Tingyu.

"Listen to the rain, is what the old man said true?"

"Ah."

Ye Tingyu nodded, "The uncle's surname is Zhang. Since his son fell ill more than ten years ago, he has basically spent all these years here."

Lin Xuan said: "In this case, he should be very short of money. Why remind me not to send money?"

"Can't deliver."

Ye Tingyu said softly: "This is also the reason why I don't let the Second World Foundation participate. Don't look at them all just now. They were all simple, but when they became crazy, they were more deadly than anyone else."

Lin Xuan was taken aback.

Ye Tingyu said: "They are all short of money, it can be said that they are short of money more than any other group. They also need money especially, and their desire for money is beyond your imagination. Because money is their son and daughter to them. , the life of his wife. For example: as long as you help one of them with money, everyone else will gather around and beg you, because you have become the hope in their eyes and the hope for the survival of their relatives.

They will hold your leg tightly to prevent you from going away, crying, begging, shouting, crying heartbreakingly, begging you to help them.

What will you do then?
If you helped one person, can you help ten or a hundred people?

Especially for those who are sick, the medical expenses they need are almost sky-high figures.Uncle Zhang's son's annual treatment fee of [-] to [-] yuan is relatively low.Aunt Sun's son's disease is terrible. Few families can afford the hundreds of thousands of medical expenses a year.Moreover, many people are in the predicament of Aunt Sun, and the annual medical expenses are more than hundreds of thousands to hundreds of thousands.How can we help in this situation?

They helped them in the first hospital, the second hospital, and the third hospital... Countless hospitals.

I once did a simple survey, senior, do you know how many people suffer from this serious disease in the whole country?Not one, not ten or hundreds...but hundreds of thousands.Yes, hundreds of thousands, and the number is increasing every year at a terrifying rate.How can you let the second world help these people?
Even if the average person only needs [-] yuan in medical expenses a year, it adds up to tens of billions a year.Tens of billions of funds, not to mention our second world, even all the foundations in China are not enough to fill it up. "

Lin Xuan felt turbulent in his heart.

He had no idea that this was actually the case.

Ye Tingyu continued: "So this rescue is a bottomless pit, a bottomless pit that no foundation can fill.

There is another reason:
Why do the stars in the entertainment industry all go to help the mountainous areas?To build Hope School?Because these aids are all one-time, if you pay [-] yuan to build a school of hope, then after the school is completed, it will have your name and morals for the rest of its life, and you don’t need to pay again in the future. Just sit back and enjoy the results.

But if you use [-] yuan to help a child suffering from chronic leukemia, the money is only enough for the other party's medicine for one year, what will you do in the second year?What about the third year...the fourth year...the tenth year?Since you funded the other party for the first year, you must be responsible to the end, otherwise, if you cut off the aid in the second year, the media will scold you for being heartless, scolding your previous aid for a show, and scolding you for killing people intermittently... …in this way, you will be tied to this child for the rest of your life, and you will be responsible for the other party for the rest of your life.There may even be other families suffering from the same disease who will find you and ask you to help. Will you save it or not?In this way, you will be dragged into a bottomless abyss. "

Lin Xuan's expression became more and more complicated.

He finally understood what Ye Tingyu said before that no amount of money in the second world would be enough.

This is a group that no one can interfere with.

Ye Tingyu sighed in his voice: "Uncle Zhang once approached the media and the Internet for fundraising... The media did help him publish reports at that time, and the Internet fundraising also raised more than [-] yuan, but they were used up. What should I do? Uncle Zhang continues to look for it, and others have ignored you, because it is impossible for others to spend energy on your affairs all the time.

Even the media doesn't want to help this group.

Even online fundraising blocked Uncle Zhang.

Lin Xuan's heart sank even more when he heard these words.

No wonder he has rarely seen reports on this group in the media. It's not that media reporters don't report, but that it's useless to report.

No wonder celebrities never help these people, because most celebrities do public welfare for fame and profit, and they avoid such thankless things.

At this moment, Ye Tingyu took out a piece of paper from his bag and handed it over.

Lin Xuan opened it and saw a set of data written on it:
In the past year, more than 90 people died of various diseases such as leukemia, cancer, congenital rare diseases, etc., and almost [-]% of these people had no choice but to give up because they could not afford the high medical expenses for treatment.

They could have hoped to live.

They had hoped to see a bright tomorrow.

But... no money.

Countless families have been wiped out by these diseases.

Some people jumped off the building.

Some people get divorced.

Some people fend for themselves.

More people have a strong desire for life, they don't want to die, they only have one thought: that is to live.In the end, however, they could only watch their own lives pass by.

Illness is not terrible, poverty is despair.

In fact, most of these sick people can prolong their life well as long as the medical treatment is in place, and some even live for [-] or [-] years without any problem.

However, in the end, because of medical expenses, he had to leave this world in despair.

Lin Xuan looked at the cold data and fell into a long silence.

Since crossing over.

He became so silent for the first time.

Before that, when he faced anything, he had a high fighting spirit.

Even in the face of suppression from the entire entertainment industry.

Even in the face of the strength of the world's piano masters.

Even in the face of being crushed by people from various other fields.

He has never been depressed.

However, this time, he rarely became depressed.

Because what Ye Tingyu said was right, no matter how rich his Second World Foundation was, it would not be able to withstand consumption.Even in the end, you will get into trouble because of improper handling.

No one can control it.

Or... no one dares to control.

but……

Is that all?

He was not reconciled.

But what if you are not reconciled?
He is not the savior.

He is not God.

He couldn't help this group.

Lin Xuan shook his head. After an unknown amount of time, he stood up and said in a very low voice, "Let's go."

"Ah."

Ye Tingyu nodded.

The two were about to leave.

suddenly.

A harsh scolding came from not far away.

"Get out! Get out!...I don't have a mother like you, you are a bitch, a bitch!!! I won't accept a penny from you even if I die, I don't want your food, I don't want you Dirty money. Even if I die, I won’t lose face!!!”

Bang!
A loud bang.

The two turned their heads and saw a bald-headed little girl wearing a hospital gown, only thirteen or fourteen years old, rushing out of the hospital, crying and throwing a thermos bucket in front of a young woman.

The rice buckets spread out.

Chicken soup flowed out from inside, as well as some cooked meals.

The young woman wears heavy make-up and is somewhat pretty.

However, at this moment, she was staring blankly at the rice bucket that was smashed on the ground, with sadness in her eyes.After a while, she squatted down silently and picked up the rice bucket on the ground.Including meals scattered all over the floor...

around.

Many people gathered and pointed at the woman.

"This woman is here again."

"Bah, shameless."

"How did she do it?"

"Lost the ugliness of the whole family."

"Walk around, don't dirty your eyes."

"..."

Someone spat hard when passing by the woman.

There were people speaking all sorts of ugly languages.

Some even instigated children to pick up gravel on the side of the road and throw them at them.

However, the woman remained silent, her face remained numb, and two lines of tears just rolled down her face, mixed with the chicken soup spilled on the ground, making her look extraordinarily bleak under the bright light.

Lin Xuan and Ye Tingyu turned around.

Suddenly, he saw a familiar person standing behind him. It was Uncle Zhang who was making soup just now. At this moment, Uncle Zhang was holding a small soup box in one hand. woman.

"Uncle Zhang, do you know that woman?"

Seeing Uncle Zhang's expression, Lin Xuan asked aloud.

Uncle Zhang shook his head and sighed: "Yes, she is very famous in our group. Her daughter has childhood leukemia, commonly known as blood cancer. Her husband, father-in-law, and mother-in-law all gave up on this daughter when they found out, and her husband even divorced her." Married, she dragged her daughter to the hospital for treatment alone. In fact, as long as childhood leukemia is discovered in time, it is not incurable, but the medical expenses are relatively high. She took out all her savings, but she is still [-] years away from the cost of treatment. How could she, a weak woman, have the ability to take care of her daughter and earn money to support her family? So in order to save her daughter, she relied on her beauty and secretly went to nightclubs and bars without telling everyone..."

"what?"

Ye Tingyu covered his mouth and exclaimed.

Lin Xuan also trembled in his heart.

Uncle Zhang looked at the woman in the distance: "We were the only ones who knew about this, and everyone helped her keep it a secret, but somehow her daughter got the news today, thirteen or fourteen-year-old The age is just puberty, knowing that her mother is working as a dancer and doing that kind of thing, she probably collapsed immediately. Sigh..."

Uncle Zhang shook his head, sighed as he hunched forward and walked forward, gradually being swallowed by the darkness.

Lin Xuan, who was standing there, suddenly remembered something when he heard the dancer.

His brain seemed to have a thunderclap.

boom!
Countless thoughts surged up in my mind, and then turned into fragments and pictures of memories.

He looked at the woman in the distance, and the pictures in his memory gradually overlapped with certain plots.

Lin Xuan just stood there in a daze.

One minute.

Two minutes.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly turned his head to look at Ye Tingyu, and said softly, "Tingyu, I want to make a movie."

(End of this chapter)