In fact, I don’t have a glorious image to speak of...

"I once had the same idea as you."

Lu Mengxuan gave a helpless bitter smile and continued: "But think about it, what is charity? Without money, you can only watch a seriously ill child die, even if you can always guard him, comfort him, and do everything you can to

It could help him spend his last moments, but it could not save his life."

"But for a person, life is the most basic dignity. Charity is either a high-profile slogan or money."

When he said this, Lu Mengxuan was already in tears and continued: "I hope that the more rich people the better, and I also hope that they can spend more money for charity. At the same time, I also become a rich person, and at least I can help a few more people."

A child.”

silence……

After a few seconds, someone finally started to applaud, and then it started to spread, and the applause could not subside for a long time.

"Who donated the five hundred thousand?"

"Yeah, who is this person who changed your mind?"

"He should be a boss, at least a rich man..."

…

For an ordinary family, half a million yuan is not enough money to save in a lifetime.

For the media, 500,000 yuan for charity is enough of a news clue. It is empty talk. If you know who it is, you can report it with evidence and make it easier for people to believe it.

"He is the student Zhang Yang who worked with me on the promotional video."

"Zhang Yang……"

"It's him again, giving 500,000 yuan to charity at such a young age?"

"He is the executive manager of Haitian Group and an employee of Potian Group. It seems that his salary is very high. This little money is nothing."

…

Some were surprised, some had doubts, and they also began to feel that this young man was very capable and damn rich.

Everyone's eyes were once again focused on Zhang Yang. With his crisp suit, handsome face, and hair gelled, he looked more and more like a rich man.
Chapter completed!