The Prodigal Son: I Can Foresee the Future

The old man was very busy, but the old man was very busy.

Zhao Yijin walked forward.

He said softly, "I will apply for charity funds from the group headquarters when I go back this time. However, Tewei International is not a local Chinese company after all. More than 90% of the charity funds are used abroad every year. I estimate that at most it can only use a few million, or even less."

"How much charity funds does Tewei International have every year?" Lin Ming asked.

"It's different, but it's probably controlled between 100 million and 150 million." Zhao Yijin said.

Lin Ming curled his lips.

According to the market value of Tewei International, this number just reaches the limit of reasonable tax avoidance.

Of course.

Lin Ming couldn't say anything to others.

Reasonable tax avoidance is a national policy all over the world. On this basis, Tewei International has indeed donated so much money.

"If you want, you can do the same."

Zhao Yijin seemed to know what Lin Ming was thinking.

Unconvinced, he said, "Is it polite to despise my company in front of me?"

"I don't despise it, don't think wrongly." Lin Ming hurriedly explained.

Zhao Yijin was silent for a while, and then said, "I am personally willing to take out 5 million every year to support these poor mountainous areas."

Lin Ming frowned, "I heard Han Changyu talk about your salary. After being transferred to Landao City, you should be around 20 million every year, right? Taking out a quarter, isn't it a bit too much?"

"What else?"

Zhao Yijin tilted his head, "If I hadn't come here this time, I might not do this. Now, even if there are more than 10 million left every year, it is enough for me to spend, at least I can live in peace."

Lin Ming sighed.

Zhao Yijin is indeed a woman with great courage and courage.

She is vigorous and decisive in the workplace, and can even take a radical approach when competing for profits for the company.

But when she leaves the workplace, she is just an ordinary woman with a kind heart.

This is where Lin Ming sighs.

With Zhao Yijin's conditions and character, she can find a man who is much better than herself, so why does she have to go to this extreme?

"What about you? How much do you plan to donate?"

Zhao Yijin teased: "My brother is now the leading tycoon in Blue Island City. If he leaks a little bit through his fingers, he will get 18 million, right?"

"Just because I treat you as my sister doesn't mean I want to recognize you as my sister. Don't call me brother all the time." Lin Ming's face was full of black lines.

"I don't want it, I want to call you brother!"

Zhao Yijin snorted: "Brother? Brother!"

"Brother, your uncle!"

Lin Ming said reflexively.

Zhao Yijin's pretty face twitched slightly, obviously she didn't expect Lin Ming to be so straightforward.

Lin Ming then said, "I plan to build a bridge in Death Valley. It doesn't need to be luxurious, as long as the quality is acceptable."

"This will probably cost a lot of money." Zhao Yijin said.

"It has to be spent. I can't eat Fu Zheng's food for free." Lin Ming said.

Many people fall into Death Valley every year.

If it were adults, Lin Ming might not be so moved.

But most of them are children who get up early and go home late for school!

They don't even have a flashlight. No matter spring, autumn, winter or summer, they can only move forward in the dark.

It's also charity, why not spend the money on more useful things?

If a bridge can be built, it will not only be less dangerous, but also save a lot of time for these children.

They can sleep two more hours in the morning and come back two hours earlier at night.

...

Back to the village.

Lin Ming found Zhou Mingli directly.

At this moment, Zhou Mingli was studying something with the poverty alleviation team.

"Mayor Zhou." Lin Ming called out from outside.

In front of outsiders, he would not call Zhou Mingli "uncle".

"Boss Lin? Come in."

Zhou Mingli sat on the earthen kang and waved at Lin Ming.

"How is it? What do you think of this trip?"

Lin Ming shook his head gently.

Zhou Mingli said again: "We plan to provide resource support to Hanshan Town in the name of the government, especially here in Death Valley. It would be best if we can build a suspension bridge. What do you think?"

"Suspension bridge?"

Lin Ming frowned: "If it is not windy and rainy, the suspension bridge may be stable enough, but Yizhou Province is covered by rain all year round, and there are strong winds for half a year. The suspension bridge is mainly used for children to go to school. Once there is bad weather, the role of the suspension bridge will be adapted.

The opposite is true."

Zhou Mingli smiled bitterly and said nothing.

A member of the poverty alleviation team next to him sighed, "The country will not forget the people in these poor mountainous areas, and has been trying to invest in construction, but the funding from the Finance Bureau is limited after all, and most of the wealth is in the hands of those entrepreneurs. There is still a long way to go to achieve the goal of all people getting out of poverty."

Lin Ming looked at the other party, and then at Zhou Mingli.

Why do I always feel that these words are like a trap for me?

But it doesn't matter.

Lin Ming knows how Zhou Mingli treats him.

"I will personally invest to build a bridge over the Death Valley." Lin Ming said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, everyone smiled.

"Boss Lin, do you know why there has been no bridge in the Death Valley for so long?" Zhou Mingli asked.

"It's nothing more than a funding issue." Lin Ming said.

"Yes, it's a funding issue! "

Zhou Mingli said slowly: "The entire Daguang County is very poor, and the development of all walks of life is extremely backward. If you want to build a bridge in Death Valley, you must transport materials and labor from other provinces, which will at least double the cost of building the bridge, or even multiply it several times!"

"The most critical point--"

Zhou Mingli said again: "Even if the materials are transported to Daguang County, the transport truck cannot drive to Death Valley."

"In other words, if you want to build a bridge, you must first build a road!"

"This will increase a lot of costs invisibly. "

Lin Ming nodded slightly.

When they went to the native village, they walked through that mountain road.

Not to mention the transport vehicles, it was difficult for people to walk.

If the road was built on flat ground, it would be much easier.

But building roads in this mountainous area would definitely increase the cost again.

Large companies like Tewei International spend only a few million yuan in charity funds in China each year. What can they use to build roads? What can they use to build bridges?

Zhou Mingli told Lin Ming these things, hoping that he would think twice before acting, and not be impulsive.

"How much does it cost to build a suspension bridge?" Lin Ming asked.

The staff member immediately said, "Has Mr. Lin changed his mind?"

"I'm just asking. "Lin Ming said.

The staff took out the planning map, which also had the funding details.

This was definitely not something that was done on the spur of the moment.

When Zhou Mingli and others considered Tumin Village as a poverty alleviation target, they had already conducted an investigation.

Lin Ming simply ignored the details of labor and materials.

He only looked at the last number.

700 million!