King of Capital

Chapter 99 My Father Xie Cheng
"I am on a business trip back home and some kids in China have contacted our charity foundation, hoping to organize a donation event."

Cheng Sen talked about his charity organization to prove that he was not a liar: "The children wanted to go to Sudan to personally hand over stationery, books, clothes and shoes to local children of the same age."

"Are there many people?" Xie Jingxing asked with interest.

Cheng Sen gave a bitter smile: "There will be about 30 to 50 children, and the minimum age requirement is 10 years old. The local situation in Sudan is not good. We cannot guarantee the safety of too many children, and we cannot afford the reception expenses."

"If they are willing to convert their travel expenses into cash and donate it to you, it should be able to help hundreds of local refugee families." Xie Jingxing seemed a little too harsh.

Cheng Sen was silent for a while before explaining, "In fact, we have been arguing about this issue for a long time within our charity. Some people hope that donating more money is better than anything else; others think that letting the children see it with their own eyes will enable them to help more people when they grow up."

"From the perspective of the children's parents, they regard this as a hardship education study tour. At the same time, some parents asked us if we could invite some well-known philanthropists from all walks of life in the international community to attend."

Song Anli was sitting nearby and listening with sadness. It was okay for many foreign universities with strong science and engineering programs, but universities with strong liberal arts programs like Columbia University paid great attention to the "temperament" of students in admissions, but no one could explain what it was specifically.

He has been fond of charity and has a loving heart since he was young; he is proficient in horse riding, archery and mountain climbing, and has the style of a rich aristocrat; he has outstanding leadership and has organized various activities; he is familiar with Confucian, Taoist and Buddhist classics and is full of philosophical style...

If we count on our fingers, the easiest way is to do charity. Many children from wealthy families in China apply to study abroad in top universities in Europe and the United States. They are already poor, so they like to use this kind of additional points to gild their resumes.

"It's not just about children's education, but also immigration. Some asked if donating to us could increase their chances of immigration. Of course, it's definitely not to the Middle East or Africa. The first choice is Northern Europe, the second is Canada, and the worst is the United States, the United Kingdom or Australia."

Cheng Sen sensed her change in demeanor and said jokingly, "There are quite a few in the professional field, including lawyers, college students and practitioners in international relations and foreign trade, and small business owners who often ask if they can issue a certificate for donating a few thousand yuan. They want the certificate to be available on the official website, but it would be best if they can't find the specific donation amount."

"What official website?" This was beyond Song Anli's understanding.

Cheng Sen spread his hands and said, "Anything, as long as it has the words China, China, or the state in it, it will be fine, even if it's the official website of the Nuclear Emergency Response Center!"

"So you have these businesses?" Xie Jingxing continued to ask calmly.

Cheng Sen restrained his expression and nodded slowly: "Yes, last year a boss donated two million to us, saying that if his son can be admitted to the top 50 undergraduate universities in the United States, he will donate another three million. I mobilized all the students in the association who graduated from the top 50 universities in the United States to write dozens of recommendation letters."

"Success?"

"It succeeded, but I don't know how much it has to do with the recommendation letters from ordinary alumni like us. It's like the ancient gentry clan praying to gods and Buddhas for sons. Who knows which Buddha will appear."

"It could also be that the monk appeared in spirit." Xie Jingxing added lightly.

Cheng Sen was stunned for a moment, then he smiled dumbly and looked at the setting sun in the distance: "This kind of monk should go to hell."

"What do you think?"

Xie Jingxing asked Song Anli, she opened her mouth but said nothing.

The monk went to hell, the Bodhisattva was worshipped vigorously, the gentry had descendants, and everyone seemed to have got what they wanted and it was perfect.

"In this world, a small number of people control most of the resources. Sometimes they cannot use their resources to directly exchange for what they want in the mass market. They need to first convert their resources into a special currency and then enter a special trading market."

Cheng Sen unconsciously switched to French: "'Public welfare' has the ability to exchange for special currencies. In the eyes of many people, our public welfare organization is an exchange counter. Education, medical care, fame, nationality... They exchange resources into special currencies and enter special trading markets to purchase a wide range of scarce items."

"As an exchange counter, we can make a lot of money just by charging a small 'handling fee'."

He lowered his head and adjusted his cuffs, then switched back to Chinese and said, "If, I mean if one day, our charity organization can no longer survive, I am willing to be a monk in hell."

Cheng Sen raised his head and spoke in a frivolous tone. The wind blew away the noise around him. The afterglow slanted down and fell on his shoulders. The red sun shone brightly on all living beings, solemn and dignified.

Song Anli was stunned. At this moment, he was more like "Faith" than his boss, a monk who went to hell and made great wishes.

"I believe in fate and fear ghosts and gods."

After a long silence, Xie Jingxing broke the silence, looking at the doubt in Cheng Sen's eyes, and explained seriously: "My father did a lot of charity work, and exchanged for equivalent scarce goods in your so-called special market. Now I am worthy of you sitting here and talking so much."

"But I always think that he did help a lot of people in the process. I can't say he did good deeds, but I can barely say that he left some incense and incense with the gods and Buddhas in the sky. Now I have the opportunity to sit here and listen to you."

Xie Jing Xing raised his hand and pointed at his chest: "Some time ago, I was shot twice and lay in the emergency room for a night. Afterwards, I wanted to go to Qingcheng Mountain to burn incense but never had the time."

"If I were a Taoist priest, I would tell you now that it doesn't matter if you can't go to Qingcheng Mountain. Just donate money to us and Laozi will bless you." Cheng Sen smiled.

Xie Jing Xing thought for a moment and replied, "Okay, let's talk somewhere else. I think I should be worth a trip with you, right?"

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The sun sank into the horizon, and the night covered the sky, shrouding the hundreds of miles of Shangqing Sect Altar in Maoshan.

One bus after another passed the gate of the scenic area and drove to the foot of the mountain, passing by three Rolls-Royces heading to the top of the mountain. Some people were extremely disappointed. Why can luxury cars drive directly up the mountain, while ordinary tourists have to park their cars outside the scenic area and buy tickets to take the bus?

They don't punish the King of Hell but only capture little ghosts. What kind of Taoist holy place is this!
The convoy traveled smoothly all the way and stopped in front of the Taoist temple. Four bronze statues emitting dim moonlight and holding whips, knives, and sticks blocked the way in a majestic manner. We got off the car, walked through the archway, climbed the steps, and entered the main hall to burn incense and bow.

"Sorry, this trip is a bit far." Xie Jingxing turned his neck to relax in his loose sportswear.

Cheng Sen was still wearing a formal suit, and he said in a familiar tone, "I thought you were going to sell me out. Next time, I'll ask you to treat me to a meal." "I heard that Daoshanfang is very powerful. Is it still open?"

Xie Jingxing asked politely. The little Taoist priest who was squatting on the ground lighting an oil lamp with a hairpin in his hair turned his head to look at him, blinked, put down the oil lamp in his hand, stood up and left the hall.

Cheng Sen looked at him thoughtfully: "Do you come here often?"

"No, my mother is a Taoist, and my father often donates money to make himself known to the public."

Xie Jingxing suddenly remembered something: "By the way, do you know who my father is?"

"Brother, I haven't been back to China for nearly ten years because of studying and working. I almost forgot which way my door faces." Cheng Sen laughed at himself helplessly.

Xie Jingxing looked around: "Then you may have entered the industry too late. In fact, my father is not a celebrity, but he is well-known in your industry."

"What's your father's name...Are you looking for something?" Cheng Sen asked with concern.

"It's handy."

"What's handy?"

"tool."

"what?"

"A tool for catching little ghosts. Forget it. Come on, one of you can give me one."

Xie Jingxing said as he stretched out his right hand.

Song Anli looked at Liu Qiming in confusion, and the latter gave Li Yan a look. The three of them stood in a row by the entrance of the hall and no one responded.

"Brother, what are you doing..." Cheng Sen asked hesitantly in confusion.

While talking, Li Yan reluctantly took out a stick and walked forward under Liu Qiming's stare. Xie Jingxing took the stick and swung his arm violently.

"Grass."

Cheng Sen performed a very standard tactical evasive maneuver to avoid the stick, and his eyes instantly became fierce and cunning like a wolf.

"Practice?"

Xie Jingxing threw the stick directly, and Liu Qiming's slightly plump figure burst out with agility and rushed forward to hug him: "Hey hey hey... Li Yan, Li Yan, Mr. Xie's gunshot wound has not healed yet!"

Cheng Sen took off his coat quickly and threw it on the ground. He was a little surprised and sneered, "Are you from the special forces? I haven't played fighting for several years. I'll let you take advantage of me..."

Li Yan sighed silently and put his hand in his pocket to take out a weapon.

"calm!"

Cheng Sen raised his hands quickly and walked over to Xie Jingxing. He picked up the stick on the ground, dusted it off, and handed it to him again: "Please."

"Let me introduce you, my father, Xie Cheng." Xie Jingxing took the stick without hesitation.

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Inside the closed hall, there were sounds of muffled groans and the hitting of sticks. The candlelight in front of the Three Pure Ones statues flickered.

In Song Anli's eyes, the "Faith" bathed in the afterglow was rolling on the ground with his head in his hands, while the other "Faith" whose image was collapsing was panting with a hideous face and waving a stick.

She felt a little cold, which could be explained scientifically as the low temperature in the mountains at night in autumn; looking up at the Three Pure Ones above her, she could say in metaphysical terms that the yin energy was heavy.

"In the early 20s, the predecessors of this kind of people were still in Southeast Asia. Yunshan had just started to gain momentum. They approached Mr. Xie and said they were donating money for charity, but in fact, it was asset transfer, human trade, and everything you could think of and couldn't think of. Someone with your education and looks only costs yuan. If you were ten years younger, you'd be worth yuan."

Liu Qiming's voice faintly entered her ears, and Song Anli's eyes widened in horror.

"These people have a keen sense of direction. In recent years, the market has shifted to Africa and the Middle East."

Liu Qiming continued sarcastically, "At that time, Mr. Xie asked them to get out. Some of them were friendly and left after saying a few polite words. Some of them were more domineering and made Mr. Xie very miserable. The divorce between Mr. Xie's mother and Mr. Xie was affected by this incident, and Mr. Xie has a psychological trauma."

"In the past two thousand years, Yunshan's annual output value has reached billions." Song Anli murmured in disbelief.

"Those with wealth below 1 billion and above 10 billion are in the public's perception of the wealthy class. The wealthy in this range are a vulnerable group in society."

Liu Qiming nodded his chin at Cheng Sen, who was lying motionless on the ground after rolling around, and unconsciously lowered his voice: "Ordinary people can't see the stars clearly without an astronomical telescope, nor can they see the devil behind a little devil like him."

(End of this chapter)