Wei Qian: "I have been driving a broken car worth 100,000 yuan so far. Do you ask me for a threshold of 500,000 yuan? Tell me, where is the door?"

Lao Xiong looked unhappy and still kept his speech speed slowly and said to Wei Qian: "You didn't ask you to donate the threshold, nor did you have to pay for the Buddha statue. This time, several social non-profit organizations took the lead. They have their own websites and Weibo, and they are very well-known now. All the sponsorship fees you paid can be used as advertising fees for promoting corporate brands. Is it cheap enough, okay?"

Wei Qian looked up and down at Lao Xiong and asked sincerely: "Senior, please give me some advice. Is the image of our company so bad that it needs a monk to be the endorsement?"

Lao Xiong: "Anyway, do you pay for it?"

Wei Qian: "I just don't have money anyway."

Wei Zhiyuan had to use a cup of warm water to separate the two people: "Okay, let's take a break, come, let's have a quit first, Brother Xiong drinks a glass of water."

Lao Xiong picked it up and drank it in one breath. After that, he smashed it, smashed it and said, "I'll tell you, you must pay the money. This is the case. Recently, many people have talked about children's trafficking on the Internet. The non-profit organization I mentioned is specifically targeted at social welfare activities. They are now planning to take the lead in dealing with these phenomena..."

"Aren't you guys rushing to fight?" Wei Qian said, "Anti-trafficking is the police's business. What are you doing with you? Charity, I think it's almost the same to make trouble."

"Donor, you've been lying down, just accumulate some moral integrity." Lao Xiong continued to explain, "We are not fighting the trafficking, but want to clean up something like the Internet social platform, and connect parents who have lost their children to children who don't know their origins with this network. If the police find the trafficked children, they will also post information on it to find the guardian of the children. Simply put, it is to help find the trafficked children. Do you understand?"

Wei Qian fell silent and his eyes fell on Wei Zhiyuan.

Old Xiong looked at him with determination. Sure enough, after a moment, Wei Qian said, "Xiaoyuan, come home and bring my checkbook... Well, in the name of the company, I will leave it privately."

Then he added: "The budget of 500,000 is too tight. You can write him five million and bring me a signature."

Lao Xiong: "Good, good, good, then additional sponsorship is needed..."

"Okay." Wei Qian agreed immediately, "You ask them to give me a contract as soon as possible. I will issue a financial director. In addition to external audits, we must accept internal audits from our company to ensure that the funds are not abused. You don't have to find others for subsequent sponsorship payments."

Wei Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment: "Brother, actually..."

He wanted to say that he actually didn't care about his childhood anymore and had no special interest in his biological parents. It would be better if he met him, but he couldn't get over it, but Lao Xiong stared at him with a smile and felt that it was not good for him to undermine him like this.

So he stuck for a while before he whispered, "Actually, I have you enough."

The old bear looked at his nose and nose, and chanted the Buddha's name with his eyes, which showed a treasure.

"Yes." Wei Qian's voice softened, "Go."

Lao Xiong and Wei Zhiyuan walked out of the ward together.

Wei Zhiyuan: "Brother Xiong, I'm not kind to use it like this?"

The old bear smiled "hehe" and said, "You have your wings now, and the whole world can fly over. He has a rare opportunity to do something for you. I am fulfilling him--oh, yes, I will preach next week, will you come?"

"Discussing? You?" Wei Zhiyuan showed a strange expression on his face.

"What's wrong with me?" Lao Xiong glared at him.

"Why are you so active recently?" Wei Zhiyuan asked strangely. He vaguely remembered the silence and depression that Lao Xiong planned to save his life when he first went to Lao Xiong's Zen Room. "Didn't you say that you only cultivate yourself?"

The old bear pinched the wooden Buddhist beads between his fingers, and made a crisp sound during the collision.

"You can't help this." After a while, he said, "After floating on the river for a long time, there will always be one or two people who jump into the river and commit suicide by having nothing to do. If you get one, you will have a second one. If you get more people, you will not be divided into Hinayana and Mahayana."

Wei Zhiyuan seemed to be thinking.

The old bear raised his hand and patted his shoulder: "Don't think about it, the world is just right, it's better not to enter the illusory and non-dual way... I'll leave."

Wei Zhiyuan looked at his generous back and walked towards the bus stop, and was filled with mixed feelings.

At this moment, the old bear suddenly turned around and shouted at him: "Boy, go and get the check! Don't be idle. It's easy for me to marry a rich man to a rooster. Is it easy for me to be a monk? When the rich man changes his mind, he will be bad. If you want money, you have to strike while the iron is hot!"

For a moment, everyone around looked at each other, and the old bear was proud, as if he could not feel it at all.
Chapter completed!