genius creator

Chapter 770
Yang Luo's suggestion stunned everyone, whether it was people like Chang Yang, or the young mother in front of him, the Poverty Alleviation Foundation was simply too far away for them.

First of all, they have never been in contact with this kind of social welfare system. Secondly, they don't know if it exists. If not, how should this foundation operate?

Looking at Yang Luo's serious expression, Zhang Xiao asked hesitantly, "Yang Luo, are you sure?"

Yang Luo's expression was very affirmative: "Yes, I personally contributed 100 million, and I decided to help those families in need."

"100 million!!!"

The people present gasped for a moment. For ordinary people, this 100 million is an astronomical figure, but when Yang Luo shouted, it was 100 million, which really surprised everyone.

"Auntie, I already know about our family's situation. Don't worry, I will make your life better."

After speaking, Yang Luo stood up, and the others followed suit.

The middle-aged woman stood up excitedly, looked at Yang Luo and said, "Son, are you serious?"

"Auntie, Yang Luo is not a child who can lie, just wait, you can leave me a phone number, and I will contact you sometime," Zhang Xiao said with a smile.

After settling his mind, Yang Luo felt a lot happier in his heart.

Walking out the door, the temperature also became warmer with the joy of the mood, as if it indicated a good omen.

"Yang Luo, your proposal just now is very good. There are too many similar families in Rongcheng, and they really need help in this area. Therefore, I personally donate 10 yuan to help those families." Chang Yang walked over and said .

"I also contributed 10."

"Me too."

Chen Long and Li Rong also agreed with Yang Luo's approach very much. Although they had no money themselves, Yang Luo divided the 100 million from Yang Ye, and each of them could get 20, so they Take out 10, no problem at all.

Seeing that everyone looked like nouveau riche, Zhang Xiao was stunned for a few seconds, "I'll go, you are all nouveau riche, right? You all make up rich people?"

"Zhang Xiao, the money was actually given to us by Yang Luo. If Yang Luo contributed 100 million, then our contribution of 10 is still reasonable." Chang Yang said in a very calm tone.

When Zhang Xiao heard this, he was too embarrassed to refuse. He pinched his fingers and said reluctantly: "Well, I will contribute a little too. I will offer 1000."

"Your sister, Zhang Xiaodan, you are the richest among them, and you actually donated 1000. I will kick you to death today." Chen Long gritted his teeth, and rushed towards Zhang Xiao with his sleeves rolled up.

When Li Rong saw it, he quickly brought out his righteous side.

"Beat Zhang Xiao, how can I be missed, watch me kick!"

"Oh, I donate, I can't donate." Zhang Xiao was pressed under the body by two people, and hurriedly begged for mercy.

"How much to donate?" Chen Long asked while riding Zhang Xiao.

Zhang Xiao hesitated, gritted his teeth: "1."

"1, your sister, you don't cry when you see the coffin, don't you? Get a beating." After speaking, Chen Long and Li Rong gave Zhang Xiao another busy meal.

Regardless of Chen Long's appearance, he still pays great attention to his own people, so Yang Luo is not worried at all.

Yang Luo and Chang Yang laughed when they saw it.

At this moment, Yang Luo's cell phone rang suddenly, looking at the strange number, Yang Luo picked it up.

"Hi," Yang Luo greeted.

"I'm Yang Zhenhua, do you have time...?"

After bidding farewell to Zhang Xiao and his group, Yang Luo came to a KFC near his home alone. Although Yang Luo rarely came to this kind of place, he couldn't think of any other place that was more suitable.

In KFC, there were a lot of people inside. Yang Luo tightened his clothes and covered his face. He didn't want to be recognized by others. He just wanted to find a quiet place to finish talking. People should leave. After all, when Yang Zhenhua came to him, Yang Luo basically knew what he wanted to say. He just wanted an explanation, but Yang Luo only wanted one thing, and that was everything he had lost over the years. He had to get it back, not for himself. For just one breath.

In KFC, Yang Luo found a seat near the window and sat down. After a while, Yang Zhenhua, who was wearing a hat and a windbreaker, appeared in his field of vision.

Yang Zhenhua saw Yang Luo at a glance. Although his expression was a little excited, he managed to control the excitement well.

"It's been a long time." Yang Zhenhua took off his hat and stood opposite Yang Luo.

Yang Luo didn't speak. Although he really wanted to ask about the other party's body, his concern disappeared when he thought that the other party rejected his mother 18 years ago.

Yang Zhenhua smiled, looked at Yang Luo and said, "You really look alike, you and your father really look alike."

For such words, Yang Luo seemed very disdainful.

"This is not what I want to hear now. I just want to know why my mother was kicked out in the first place, and why she turned a blind eye to our situation all these years." Yang Luo asked.

Yang Zhenhua didn't know how to describe it after hearing it.

18 years ago, when he heard the news that his youngest son died in a car accident, Yang Zhenhua fainted several times. No one could understand the pain of bereavement. At that time, his youngest son was only 15 years old. If he hadn't eloped with Zhang Xiulan, This kind of thing will never happen, people can do it at any time when they are angry.

But time flies and 18 years have passed.

As he grows older, Yang Zhenhua is reflecting every day on whether he has done the right thing these years, but in the end, Yang Zhenhua has a face full of guilt. After all, the flesh and blood of the Yang family are outside, and he doesn't care about it. This is Yang Zhenhua I can't make up for it in a lifetime.

"Hey~"

Yang Zhenhua sighed helplessly.

"At that time, I did do a lot of wrong things. At that time, I was young, capable, and arrogant. There were too many, too many things. Looking back now, I can't make up for it in my life. Among them is the matter of your mother."

Speaking of his mother, Yang Luo's eyes suddenly widened, and there was a murderous look on his face.

"However, I also have my own difficulties."

Yang Zhenhua's voice was a little choked up, and there was a gleam of light in those chaotic eyes.

"Can you feel the pain of losing a child?"

"boom"

Suddenly, there was a loud noise in Yang Luo's mind, and that familiar picture reappeared in his mind.

In a scene full of ice and snow, a boy who seems to be 15 years old is running in a hurry on the street in thin clothes. The heavy snow falls on his head and body, and there is almost no snow on his body, which makes people look very Pitiful.

In the original snowy weather, there was no one on the street, and as night fell, there was almost no one at the joint, making it look very bleak.

But on this bleak night, the truck suddenly appeared at the first light, rushed out without turning on the lights, and directly crashed into the frail boy, and the tragedy happened.

(End of this chapter)