Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

The bright wooden tea room is filled with the aroma of tea.

Ink and color paintings are hung on the surrounding walls, and antique teacups are placed on the large table.

"Boss Zhuang, this is the report from Baixin Charity Medical Institution."

Shu Hui took out a stack of information from the folder and placed it on the tea table in front of Zhuang Ce.

"Yeah." Zhuang Ce nodded, flipped through a few pages, and said, "Medical institutions have developed rapidly recently. I will allocate another 50 million yuan from my name to invest in the institutions."

"Okay, Mr. Zhuang." Shu Hui nodded in agreement.

"Mr. Zhuang is worthy of being a leading figure in our Beijing charity."

The man who was speaking was wearing a black suit. Although there were a few strands of white hair among his black hair, it was still meticulously groomed.

"Mr. Song, you're too kind." Zhuang Ce smiled and waved his hand, "I'm just doing my best to help those in need."

At this point, he sighed slightly, "Although medical care in China has developed rapidly, there are still many poor people who cannot afford medical treatment. I hope that this charity organization I founded can help these people."

"Mr. Zhuang is right." Song Mingjie nodded. "Old entrepreneurs like us should all follow Mr. Zhuang's example."

Shu Hui continued, "Our President Zhuang has been involved in domestic charitable work for six years. He cares deeply about the people in impoverished areas. Since he believes a healthy body is fundamental to human life, he established a charitable medical institution. He even named it 'Bai Xin,' meaning 'praying for the health of the people.'"

Zhuang Ce glanced at her sideways and said, "Okay, let's not talk about such trivial matters. Mr. Song is the boss of Chuangrong Construction. He has done as much charity as we have."

"No, no." Song Mingjie took a sip of tea. "Boss Zhuang is our role model. We should learn from him."

"Mr. Song is very busy. I finally managed to get him to have tea, but he didn't want to talk about these trivial matters."

Zhuang Ce pushed up his metal glasses and took a sip of tea. "Chuangrong Construction is a leading domestic construction company, but I heard that your son hasn't joined the company to learn yet. Is that true, Mr. Song?"

"Oh, don't mention this rebellious son."

When Song Yanzhi was mentioned, Song Mingjie got a headache. "He's idle all day long, just a playboy. I don't expect to hand over my company to him."

"Oh?" Zhuang Ce asked doubtfully, "I heard that you have a very good relationship with my nephew Ling Che. Why wouldn't you want to join the business world and build a career with Ling Che?"

Song Mingjie laughed and said, "My son has a laid-back personality. He can't stay in the big cage of business. I don't expect him to learn anything from President Ling."

Zhuang Ce heard this, smiled, looked at his watch, and said apologetically, "Oh, I almost forgot the time while chatting with Mr. Song. Sorry, Mr. Song, I have another schedule today, I have to leave first."

Song Mingjie stood up and said politely, "Mr. Zhuang, you are busy."

After Zhuang Ce left, Song Mingjie took out his cell phone and made a call.

As soon as the call was connected, he said seriously, "Song Yanzhi, did you go to play with the motorcycle again? Don't forget, you have to go to your Uncle Song's house for dinner today."

......

In the black Maybach, the man's eyes were deep.

Shu Hui looked at the information in her hand and said, "Song Mingjie's son Song Yan was on a blind date with Song Hui's daughter Song Xilan some time ago."

"The Song-Song couple's marriage, business and politics." Zhuang Ce thought for a moment and said, "He is also an old fox."

"Song Yanzhi is not just a playboy." Shu Hui added, "He was the one who helped Ling Che deal with the bug last time."

"I know it's not that simple." Zhuang Ce smiled lightly, "A little fox and an old fox, huh, they're still young."

As they were talking, the car had already arrived in front of a building called "Bai Xin Charity Medical Institution".

As soon as the vehicle arrived, hundreds of people were waiting to greet it at the door.

In addition to the staff, there were also many medical staff in white coats, and the rest were patients in hospital gowns.

If you look closely, you will find that most of these patients are disabled.

When they saw Zhuang Ce, everyone expressed their gratitude.

Zhuang Ce walked straight in with a smile on his face.

In the synagogue.

There were already hundreds of people sitting below, all eagerly waiting for the speaker on the stage to speak.

After the organization manager made an opening statement, he solemnly introduced, "Now, we would like to invite Mr. Zhuang Ce, the founder of Baixin Charity, to come on stage and say a few words to us!"

Suddenly, there was thunderous applause from the audience.

Zhuang Ce stood up, straightened his suit slowly and then walked onto the stage gracefully.

The eyes framed by gold wire looked around below and then moved closer to the microphone.

"Many years ago, I had a dream, which was to ensure that all my compatriots in China could have money to eat and see a doctor."

"Today, our country is prosperous, and the state has solved our food and clothing problems. However, health issues still exist in our lives. I understand that many people cannot afford medical treatment when they fall ill due to limited living conditions. Some compatriots even choose to give up their lives because of minor illnesses that they cannot afford to treat."

"I was deeply saddened by these reports, so I started this charity work. It has been six years since I founded the Baixin Charity Medical Institution, and it has helped tens of thousands of people who couldn't afford medical treatment receive timely treatment."

After he finished speaking, the audience applauded warmly and for a long time.

"I, Zhuang, believe that it doesn't matter how much money you make, but you must give back to society because our money comes from society!"

"Respect the elderly as well as the elderly of others, and respect the young as well as the young of others. I hereby announce that in addition to donating 50 million to the Baixin Charity Medical Institution, I will also donate 10 million to establish a fund to help the elderly and the needy, so that the elderly can spend their later years in peace. I will also establish a Love Students Foundation to help children with limited means continue their studies!"

There was thunderous applause from the audience, accompanied by bursts of cheers!

Zhuang Ce looked down with a smile and continued, "Charity is endless. I will lead more and more young entrepreneurs to adhere to the practices and philanthropy of their predecessors. Only in this way can entrepreneurs' acts of giving back to society become a virtuous cycle that will last forever!"

After he finished his speech, there were waves of warm applause in the huge hall until he left.

......

A black luxury car was driving on the road, and Zhuang Ce pulled his tie relaxedly.

Suddenly the car braked suddenly and he opened his eyes suddenly with a sharp look.

"How are you driving?" Shu Hui asked the driver sternly.

The driver quickly explained, "Mr. Zhuang, there was an old man in front of us pulling fruit on a tricycle that flipped over."

Shu Hui rolled down the car window halfway and caught a glimpse of a dilapidated tricycle overturned on the front of the car, with bunches of grapes rolling on the wide road.

The old man was in tattered clothes and was limping as he tried hard to lift the tricycle.

"I'm in a hurry." Zhuang Ce said coldly.

"Yes." The driver started the car quickly and ran over the pile of grapes scattered on the ground without hesitation.

Suddenly, grape juice splashed everywhere.

“My grapes!!!”

From behind the car, the old man's painful wail was heard.

......

"Ruyi, what are you looking at?"

Song Xilan followed Qiao Ruyi's gaze and saw only a crowd gathered on the street.

Qiao Ruyi's eyes were fixed on the luxury car driving away.

His brows furrowed slightly, a familiar feeling.