Chapter 389: Charity Foundation

Zhang Ping'an and Li Aihua's three children all attend Hongxing Primary School; he can imagine that tomorrow there will definitely be primary school students lining the path to welcome him, and it wouldn't be surprising if some students presented him with red scarves and flower garlands.

If Wei'an and the others were to shout "That's my dad" at that time, the spectacle would be huge, and it wouldn't be good for either Zhang Ping'an or the three children.

Sure enough, when Wei'an and the other two returned in the evening, they said there was an activity at their school tomorrow morning, and the school told them to present their best spirit to welcome it.

"Hahaha, Wei'an, tomorrow it's your big brother going to your school to make a donation; you and Weiguo better not be shouting and hollering when the time comes."

"Really, Big Brother?"

They naturally all know there is money at home; things like the refrigerators, televisions, and cars—almost none of their classmates' families have them, but they are also very low-key and never show off.

"Mm, really."

"No wonder the teacher asked Big Brother to present flowers; I thought it was because Big Brother was a student in the upper grades."

Wei'an's little face flushed; he is in the sixth grade this year, and while he studies well, he is also quite the troublemaker, having been called to have his parents come in more than once, for which he has been lectured by Li Aihua many times.

"Hahaha, they don't know our relationship, and Wei'an is excellent enough; Wanshu, you girl are underestimating your brother."

"Is that so?"

"You girl..."

The next morning at nine o'clock, the two brothers each took a small leather suitcase and drove to the school; now that the hundred-yuan bills are blue-black, a small suitcase can easily hold one hundred thousand yuan.

At this time, at the school gate, the students are in school uniforms with red scarves, colorful flags are fluttering on both sides, and the teachers and leaders in the middle are all wearing Zhongshan suits.

When Zhang Weidong drove to the school gate, the students began to let out thunderous cheers:

"Welcome, welcome, a warm welcome!"

"Welcome..."

Zhang Weidong was also moved by the pure smiles of the students and waved to them with a smile.

"What good children they are."

"Zhang Weidong?"

"Teacher Xu?"

Zhang Weidong had also attended this primary school for over two years, and the one calling him was his former homeroom teacher, Xu Guoqing.

"It really is you; I haven't seen you in all these years, and you've grown up."

The Zhang brothers stopped going to school when they were nine; he had felt quite regretful at the time, but later learned through a home visit that they had all gone to Xiangjiang.

"Yes, Teacher Xu, it's been nearly twenty years in the blink of an eye since we last saw each other."

"That it has."

"Ahem." The principal coughed from the side.

"Ah, yes, yes, let's handle the important business first; we can catch up later."

"Alright."

Then, after a series of procedures, a willow-woven garland appeared around Zhang Weidong's neck; it was presented by Zhang Wei'an.

At this moment in the principal's office, everyone looked at the ten stacks of brand-new hundred-yuan bills that still gave off the scent of printer's ink, feeling excited in their hearts.

"Comrade Weidong, rest assured, we will inform you truthfully about the usage of this money and guarantee that every bit is spent on the students."

"Good, on this point, both I and my father trust everyone present."

After simply signing the donation agreement, everyone took a group photo for memory, and only then did this donation conclude successfully.

The situation on Zhang Weijun's side was much the same, and the two returned home after ten o'clock.

"How does it feel?" Zhang Ping'an asked, looking at his two grown sons.

"Mm... it's quite fulfilling."

"Right, Dad, I think we can donate to more schools, in the name of the group, supporting school construction nationwide, especially in relatively backward cities; the hope for children to change their own lives is by going to school."

"That's true; although there are three hundred and sixty trades, every trade has its Top Scholar, but for backward and impoverished areas, going to school and learning useful knowledge may be the only path to transformation."

"Mm, not bad, then proceed according to your wishes."

Zhang Ping'an was very gratified; strictly speaking, Weidong and Weijun had never suffered, not in Sijiucheng, and even less so in Xiangjiang where they enjoyed a life of comfort, yet they were able to think of these things, which is truly not easy.

Zhang Ping'an did not interfere too much with this; how they handled it was entirely up to them.

Even if one percent of the group's profits were used to build schools, that capital of tens of millions could cover most regions of the country.

Of course, it's not calculated that way; donations must be made, but they should be done slowly, gradually, and with a plan and rhythm...

The brothers calculated in the study for a while, and two days later, they handed the drafted proposal to Zhang Ping'an for review.

"I won't look at it, but there is one point: the money must be put to actual use, and you must put in hard work regarding supervision."

"Alright, Dad."

Speaking of supervision, Zhang Weidong and his brother both thought of Qian Xiaohu; he is a ruthless man, and almost all the adopted children have experienced their devilish training; even they themselves were drilled at the Security Base during their summer vacations previously.

The key is that Qian Xiaohu only recognizes his big brother and Zhang Ping'an; no one else's words work, including Wang Xiaoling's; he is incredibly stubborn, whereas Qian Dahu at least knows how to be flexible.

"Then let's have Uncle Xiaohu do it; have him lead the security personnel to carry out the supervision, and I believe no one will dare to have any crooked thoughts."

"Mm, good."

Qian Xiaohu is thirty-eight years old this year, and his brother is forty; both are still instructors at the training base.

"Let's refine the details properly, and then have Aunt Lou review it."

"Mm, first let Uncle Xiaohu select the suitable people."

"Right, we must prepare in advance."

The brothers stayed up for two long nights and finally perfected the proposal, having considered everything from beginning to end, and sent it directly to Lou Xiaoe.

The next day, after Lou Xiaoe saw the proposal at the company, she had someone conduct a professional assessment.

"General Manager Lou, this is not necessarily a bad way to advertise our high-profile entry into investment in the Mainland."

"No, doing charity cannot be mixed with too much commerce, or the purpose will become impure."

"Let's just follow Weidong and the others' wishes; establish the Oriental Group Charitable Foundation, and try it out first in the cities and villages where the group has branches, then slowly expand outward."

"At the same time, notify Instructor Qian and have him prepare eight people, in groups of two, to supervise each other."

"Very well, General Manager Lou."

Lou Xiaoe thought for a moment; since Weiping and Weibing were about to graduate, it would be better to entrust this inspection to them, which would also allow them to intuitively experience the hardships of life. Lou Xiaoe immediately told Zhang Ping'an about this idea.

"That's a good idea."

Weiping and Weibing both went to Xiangjiang at the age of five; the education and life they had received over these years had not allowed them to experience hardship, so it was just right for them to face the countryside directly and truly feel it.

After all, flowers raised in a greenhouse are still too delicate; they need to go through some wind and rain before they can shoulder the banner of the group.

In mid-July, the Weiping triplets graduated from university, and the other children were also on summer vacation, so the three women brought them back to Sijiucheng.

At the same time, the primary and middle schools that Zhang Ping'an donated to began construction; the building of student classrooms, the expansion of the Library, the planning of the playgrounds, the procurement of desks, chairs, benches, and ceiling fans, and the renovation of public toilets were all proceeding in an orderly manner.

Zhang Ping'an also came twice during this period, and Principal Zhang would show him the procurement list directly.

"Haven't the teachers' dormitories been renovated or expanded?"

"We'll prioritize the students first; we are all adults and can overcome it."

If this were in later generations, Zhang Ping'an would definitely think he was showing off, but in this day and age, it was a genuine expression of feelings.

"How can that be? Teachers are the key to ensuring the quality of teaching."

So Zhang Ping'an waved his hand, and an additional 100,000 was added to both schools; firstly, the procurement funds for equipment were tight, and secondly, the teachers had not been considered at all.