Reborn in the red age

After Jiao Zhijie left Huaxin Building angrily, he cursed Li Qingfeng all the way in the car. After returning to the office lobby, he threw the black bag on the table and told his colleagues who came up to him about the humiliation he suffered in Huaxin Building today.

After listening to Jiao Zhijie's story, everyone at the scene looked at each other, and then, filled with righteous indignation, began to denounce Li Qingfeng.

Jiao Zhijie sat on the chair, his face gloomy and he said through gritted teeth: "This Li guy is too arrogant, he thinks he is great just because he has a few filthy riches. I must report him to the organization and ask him to apologize to us."

The colleagues who had just been indignant in denouncing Li Qingfeng became intimidated when they heard the vice president's lofty ambitions. They lowered their heads and said nothing.

Someone immediately started to change the subject, pointing at the black plastic bag on the table and asking, "Vice President Jiao, what is this?"

"The donation from Mr. Li was 100,000 yuan, and he said that he would not record it or make it public. It is simply an insult to me. What did he do to me? Did he ask for money?" Jiao Zhijie got angry when he mentioned this and said angrily, slamming the table.

"Not keeping accounts, not disclosing, doesn't this mean we can spend the money however we want? We can spend it wherever we want," a fashionably dressed young girl muttered to herself as she looked at the 100,000 yuan on the table.

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere on the scene became subtle.

They were all allocated money, and they were not kind-hearted or philanthropic people to begin with. After understanding Li Qingfeng's intention of giving them the money, many of them looked at the bag of money in front of them with their eyes rolling around, not knowing what they were thinking.

Jiao Zhijie frowned when he heard the young girl's muttering. After looking around, a hint of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes: "This is charity donation. Even if Qingfeng Li told us to choose for ourselves, we can't do this. We are a charity organization, not some street scoundrel who goes to private enterprises to collect money."

After being scolded by Jiao Zhijie, the people around him restrained their thoughts a little and nodded in agreement with Jiao Zhijie's words.

Jiao Zhijie looked at everyone, relaxed his tone, and continued, "This 100,000 yuan must be recorded in the account, marked as Li Qingfeng's personal donation, and used for the needy people who need it most according to the actual situation."

"Vice President Jiao is right. We cannot destroy our own reputation."

"That's right, this money must be used in the right place. Those people in need are still waiting."

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Although everyone agreed verbally, what they were thinking in their hearts, probably only they themselves knew.

Looking at the performance of his subordinates, Jiao Zhijie nodded with satisfaction, picked up the bag of money, and went straight upstairs into the president's office.

After entering, Jiao Zhijie admitted his mistake directly: "Chairman Liu, I failed to complete the task of soliciting donations of 10 million yuan. Not only did Li Qingfeng refuse to cooperate with the donation, he also made malicious speculations about our charity and spoke rudely. I really couldn't swallow this breath, and in the end I only got back 100,000 yuan."

President Liu put down the documents in his hand and frowned slightly: "Oh? What's going on? What about 100,000 yuan?"

Jiao Zhijie recounted the negotiation process with Li Qingfeng and the situation of the 100,000 yuan, adding some exaggeration to the story.

While Jiao Zhijie was reporting on his work inside, people outside had already started discussing things in groups of three or four.

"Old Sun, it's one hundred thousand yuan, and it doesn't even need to be recorded in the account. This is clearly a donation from Boss Li to our company. Don't you have any thoughts about it?" The fashionable young girl said to Old Sun beside her in a low voice while twirling her hair with her hands.

Old Sun took a sip of tea and replied calmly: "Don't talk nonsense. The vice president has already said that the money must be recorded and used for the needy. What kind of unit are we? If we touch this money, our reputation will be ruined."

"Stop it, you made some money during the flood in East China a few years ago."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Old Sun glared at the young girl, interrupting her. He looked around warily and saw that his colleagues were all chatting with each other. Then he said unhappily, "Is this kind of thing allowed? Don't you see where we are?"

The girl realized that she had said something wrong and when Lao Sun glared at her, she quickly smiled awkwardly and shut her mouth.

Picking up his teacup again, he took a sip of tea and regained his composure. Then he spoke softly, "The people in our country are still relatively backward in their thinking and cannot keep up with developed countries. They have not yet formed the awareness of donating money. They need people's appeal to them to donate money and show their love."

"There haven't been any droughts or floods in recent years, and we haven't received any donations. Although we have financial expenditures to support our employees, our welfare benefits have been suspended for nearly two years, and life is not easy for everyone."

As he spoke, Lao Sun nodded towards another group of people who were talking in low voices.

Looking in the direction that Old Sun pointed, the girl saw the accountant among the group of people, and her eyes lit up: "You mean someone will take the initiative to do things without us doing anything?"

"Smart, don't worry, the 100,000 yuan cannot be recorded in the account of the accountant. Whether this money can be distributed as a company welfare depends on whether the people in our company are united."

"How to say?"

"It's simple. As long as someone asks for back pay, we all follow suit and ask for it. Maybe we can get two months' salary."

"I was just thinking about buying a skirt, now I don't have to spend my own money."

Li Qingfeng naturally had no idea about the charity organization's plans. After sending them away, Li Qingfeng began to pay attention to the issue of charity donations.

I'm thinking about whether I should do some charity or something to accumulate some good karma for myself.

Others may not believe in Yin De, but how can Li Qingfeng not believe it? Otherwise, how can he explain what happened to him? It couldn't be a fantasy before death, right?
After thinking about it in the office for an entire afternoon, Li Qingfeng returned home and took Hu Jiabao to discuss it.

"It's a good thing that you want to do charity. I fully agree with it. Our family has so much money that we can't spend it all in several lifetimes. Instead of letting it gather dust in the bank, we might as well use it to do something meaningful." After listening to Li Qingfeng's ideas, Hu Jiabao's eyes lit up and he said excitedly.

Li Qingfeng rubbed his brows and said, "The money spent on charity is small, at least 100 million a year. The problem is how can this money be smoothly transferred to those in need?"

This was the question that Li Qingfeng had been thinking about for the entire afternoon in his office. Doing charity is not just about spending money. There are too many things that need to be taken into consideration.

If it were in the future, Li Qingfeng could still set up big data monitoring and arrange targeted donations based on the family's consumption. But nowadays, forget it. If you want to arrange targeted donations, you need to run from place to place.

Whether the money can be spent on people in need is a small issue.

People's minds are unpredictable. Anything that involves people is subject to change. No matter how good a system is, there will always be loopholes. Especially for a charity like Li Qingfeng, who is dedicated to accumulating merit, it would be fine if he encountered someone who directly put the donations into his own pocket. He would only lose some money. But what if the executive officers used Li Qingfeng's money to do something else? Who would be responsible for the consequences?
For example, threatening young mothers who are waiting to save their children, or threatening poor little girls in the mountains who are eager to go to school to change their destiny.

This kind of thing has been exposed in later generations. Human nature is inherently evil, power is the key to motivation, and conscience is not worthy of trust at all.

"It's simple. We can put it in our school's hospital. As long as there are patients who can't afford medical treatment, we can use this money to reimburse them."

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Li Qingfeng was too lazy to answer her. So what if he sponsored patients who couldn't afford medical treatment at the Capital Hospital?

Anyone who can come to the capital for medical treatment, whether they are locals or those who have come from other places, does not meet the donation criteria.

In the 1990s, there were still many places in China where people could not get enough food. For many patients in mountainous areas, going to the hospital for treatment was a luxury.

"What's with that expression on your face? Don't you want to donate to the patients in our hospital?" Hu Jiabao, who was excitedly describing his plan, became angry when he saw that Li Qingfeng wasn't listening seriously. He pinched his waist and raised his eyebrows as he spoke.

After all, it was his wife's idea, so he had to satisfy it. Although he didn't think those patients needed donations, Qingfeng Li still said, "No, no, no, how about this, I will donate one million to your hospital every year."

One million is nothing in hospitals of later generations. A day in the ICU can cost tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands. Any serious illness can easily cost hundreds of thousands.

But in 1995, when minor illnesses like colds and fevers cost at most or yuan, ordinary surgery cost a few thousand yuan, serious illness surgery cost only tens of thousands of yuan, and serious illnesses cost more than yuan were rare, one million yuan was enough, enough for Hu Jiabao to sustain for a long time, and he might not be able to spend it all in a year.

"Dad, I heard from the teacher that children in mountainous areas still don't have enough food to eat. If you don't know who to donate to, just donate a full meal to them." While the couple was discussing, Chuyi ran over, took Li Qingfeng's arm and said.

The couple who were discussing the matter were silent for a moment after hearing Chuyi's words. They didn't expect that their daughter had such a kind heart.

After realizing what was happening, Qingfeng Li raised his eyebrows, smiled and pinched Chuyi's pigtails: "How can one meal be enough? At least we need to ensure that the children in the mountainous areas can have enough to eat during school hours."

Chuyi widened his eyes and said in disbelief: "How much will it cost? Do we have that much money?"

"Our family doesn't have much money, but we still have enough money to feed the poor students who don't have enough food," Li Qingfeng said confidently.

Hu Jiabao rolled his eyes at Li Qingfeng, and took Chuyi's arm, taking the opportunity to teach him about life: "The wealth that mom and dad have is actually a responsibility. When we see someone suffering, especially those children your age who are hungry, we should lend a helping hand. This is not because we are so great, but because it is the right thing to do. When you grow up, you must inherit the philosophy of me and your father."

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"You shouldn't tell me about this. You should tell that greedy guy Fifteen. Most of our family's money will be left to Fifteen, not to me." Chuyi pouted, not buying into Hu Jiabao's moral education at all.

After these words were spoken, Li Qingfeng and Hu Jiabao looked at each other and saw a hint of surprise in each other's eyes.

Li Qingfeng frowned and asked, "Chuyi, who told you this?"

"Dad, I'm twelve this year, I'm already a big girl." Chuyi rolled her eyes at Li Qingfeng: "According to my grandmother, in the old society, twelve or thirteen years old was already old enough to get married. Do children need to be taught to inherit their father's business?"

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After Chuyi strolled away, Hu Jiabao touched Li Qingfeng's arm twice and said dissatisfiedly: "Why does our mother tell Chuyi everything? Is it okay to say such things to a child?"

"What's the big deal? This is the truth. There's nothing wrong with saying it. If you don't want to, go back home for the New Year and talk to my mom."

"Forget it, let's talk about this later." Hu Jiabao sighed and changed the subject: "By the way, were you just talking about teasing Chuyi, or do you really plan to do that?"

"What a joke! I'm a humble man, how can I tease my daughter about this? If I agree, I must do it."

Chuyi's words really reminded Li Qingfeng that if giving money directly is easy to breed evil, it would be better to learn from the country's later nutrition meal policy and provide rural students with one free nutrition meal every day.

Even if someone does something fishy, ​​it's nothing more than a matter of greed for money. At most, they'll take some food from the students, which can help avoid some unscrupulous incidents with a high probability.

"That will cost a lot of money. Your 100 million is probably not enough. And once the donation starts, it cannot be stopped. If prices rise in the future, the cost will double."

"The impoverished mountainous areas are nothing more than the six regions of Shaanxi, Gansu, Yunnan, Guizhou, Sichuan and Guangxi. The population base in the mountainous areas is small, and there are few schools. The number of days for classes in a semester is calculated as 110 days. The food allowance is cents a day, which means students per student. One hundred million means more than million students."

After a simple calculation, Li Qingfeng had a rough idea in his mind. The population base in the mountainous area was just there. The number of students in the school was at most 10 million. Based on the largest scale, it would only be over 500 million per year. Even if the cost of nutritious meals doubled or tripled as prices rose, it would still be affordable for the Lemon Company with its size.

Moreover, when the country has money, these nutritious meals can be taken over by the state and will not be a permanent burden.

After figuring it out, Qingfeng Li immediately waved his hand and said with great pride, "It's only a few hundred million a year. Even if it doubles in ten years, it will only be 2 billion a year at most. Your man can still afford this amount of money."

"Tell me the bottom line, how much money can our company make in a year?"

Hu Jiabao doesn't care much about donating 100 million or 200 million to charity, but with 100 million or 200 million every year, Hu Jiabao is a little worried that his company will be dragged down.

Li Qingfeng recalled the financial report of Lemon Company last year and said, "Last year's revenue was 122 billion, expenditure was 61 billion, tax was 22 billion, and net profit was less than ."

“How much can our family earn in a year?”

When Hu Jiabao learned about his company's revenue for the first time, he covered his mouth and exclaimed in disbelief when he heard the number of 4 billion.

Looking at Hu Jiabao's expression, Li Qingfeng thought for a moment and decided that it would be better not to mention the currency unit, lest Hu Jiabao be upset. (End of this chapter)