In the era of fetal wear, she became the first socialite in Hong Kong

When Fu Ziyan entered the room, her father was chatting harmoniously with Mr. Liao. As for Shen Zheng and other people from Hong Kong and Macau who were present earlier, they had left not long ago.

"Look, our helpful little hero is back." Mr. Liao smiled and joked when he saw Fu Ziyan, as if he was not the one who sent her to the office to be criticized and reprimanded by the military district chief.

Fu Ziyan understood it very well. This was a typical case of one playing the bad cop and the other the good cop. She had just been criticized and educated as a foreign guest, so she had to be nicer and more coaxing, giving a good reward after a good beating.

After all, even Mr. Liao didn't know that the military district chief who came to support his soldiers and scold her was actually her uncle.

Fu Ziyan's eyes flickered, and she acted as if she was being shrewd: "Then I have to thank Uncle Liao for saving me from this dire situation."

Mr. Liao was startled, then raised his finger to point at her and said with a smile, "If Comrade Li hears you say this, I won't be able to save you. Old Li has treated you well enough, not even asking you to write a self-criticism. He's caught many of his men and made them write self-criticisms. The two Li brothers you're familiar with have both honed their literary skills since childhood."

With Fu Qiyuan's patriotic deeds—donations of grain, smuggling equipment, and actively responding to mainland policies—and Fu Ziyan's donations of money for road construction and the loan of a private jet, mainland high-ranking officials, including Mr. Liao, were extremely friendly to Fu Ziyan. If it weren't for the remaining unresolved issues between Hong Kong and the mainland, they would almost certainly treat Fu Ziyan as a close junior.

Stopping military vehicles and lying to the resident commander that they are unwell and need to be sent to the hospital urgently are matters that can be big or small. The mainland's top leaders will not criticize them for this matter. Although the father and daughter of the Han Fu family are patriotic compatriots, some superficial discipline must be maintained.

This is also the reason why it was not handled by the foreign affairs department of the military region, but Li Quyi, the leader, proposed to put down his many tasks and come to educate Fu Ziyan in person, but no one objected or stopped him.

Is it a waste of talent for a lieutenant general to personally take action?

No, this is the "reprimand + protect" mode that the mainland's top leaders only use on their close juniors. Before this, only the children of a group of old comrades such as Li Ziheng, Meng Lijun, and Xue Yi would use it.

Fu Ziyan feigned surprise and said, "Huh?" "When I came to the capital earlier, everyone said Li Zitao's grades were average."

Mr. Liao laughed heartily. "He's really average. I remember when he was little, every time the final report card came out, he'd gather a bunch of other people to discuss ideas, and end up hiding in one place or another. We adults just thought it was a joke. But he wrote so many self-reviews, and his writing style has really improved. He's very good at grasping the main point of an article."

Fu Ziyan sighed sympathetically: "How pitiful he is!"

The fact that Li Zitao, a poor student, could write such a good article shows how much he had suffered over the years.

Then she thought about the fact that she had written quite a few self-criticisms over the years... She had never seen other uncles in the Fu family use such a similar standing-in-the-side-and-writing-self-criticism model. Fu Ziyan boldly speculated that this might have originated from her grandmother.

Holmes Titti smiled evilly in her heart: Uncle and Dad must have been punished like this by Grandma when they were little!!!

"So, your Uncle Li has been very lenient." Mr. Liao smiled kindly, "You only stand for five minutes, you shouldn't be tired, right? Zi Tao and the others always start at half an hour."

Fu Ziyan smiled and said, "So thank you Uncle Liao for saving me, otherwise I would have had to stand for half an hour."

She thought to herself, those who enter politics are all experienced, even when it comes to "beating a stick and giving a date", they can still play a trick to close relationships. But she was also very satisfied. Who wouldn't like the opportunity to build closer relationships with high-ranking officials in the mainland?

Fu Ziyan could see through it with just a few words, let alone Fu Qiyuan, who had seen through it long ago. He let Ti Ti and Mr. Liao exchange a few pleasantries and just mentioned the "punishment" before jokingly saying it.

"Let alone five minutes, even half an hour wouldn't be too much for our Ti Ti," Fu Qiyuan said gently, teasing his daughter with a hint of the same attitude he would with a close friend. "I even have a special corner in my study where she has to stand facing the wall as punishment."

"I've often heard how Mr. Fu dotes on his daughter and treats her like a precious treasure, but I never knew he would punish this precious girl by making her stand in the corner."

"Just as jade cannot be made into a useful object without being carved, raising a child is not easy, Mr. Liao should understand this. Children are naughty, and sometimes my gentle persuasion is useless." Fu Qiyuan chuckled, and the smile on his face was gentle but a little helpless.

Fu Ziyan was furious: "Dad, you've ruined my image as a lady!"

Then he turned to look at Mr. Liao and said earnestly, "Uncle Liao, please don't tell anyone. I have to save my face."

Mr. Liao smiled and nodded: "Of course, Uncle Liao will definitely keep your secret."

"That's good. By the way, Uncle Liao, I want to donate 100 female-made emergency vehicles to the mainland, specifically for remote mountainous areas."

Speaking of this, Fu Ziyan sighed: "Today's difficult delivery incident of Daya's mother really makes me feel sad. If the transport vehicle wasn't there, or if Daya's mother was unlucky and couldn't make it through the waiting time, it would be one body and two lives."

"Giving birth is not easy for women. I hope to do my part to reduce the risks of childbirth for them."

Mr. Liao raised an eyebrow and pondered for a moment: "One hundred cars, it's not cheap. Are you serious about this?"

"Yes." Fu Ziyan nodded firmly.

She and her father could contribute to scientific research and industrial development, but secretly, she also wanted to contribute to women's well-being. It wouldn't be so famous or celebrated, but it was a practical way to benefit women.

Not only does she want to produce medical vehicles, she also wants to build a sanitary napkin factory and do something that will truly help her female compatriots.

Mr. Liao looked at Fu Qiyuan.

The production of ambulances requires modifications, and one ambulance, including the equipment, costs at least 40,000 yuan. 100 ambulances is not a small amount.

Fu Qiyuan looked at his daughter with gentle eyes, a smile on his lips: "As long as Mr. Liao fulfills her wish, I have no objection."

After a moment of hesitation, Mr. Liao looked at Fu Ziyan, his expression becoming more serious. "I definitely don't mean to refuse such a good thing, but the number is too large. As you know, I have to report it before I can give you an answer. Besides, this matter must be kept low-key no matter what."

Fu Ziyan understands very well, after all, there are currently no relevant policies.

"Please report it to me. I am willing to keep it low-key, not sign my name or publish it in the newspaper. I will just donate it through the Overseas Chinese Affairs Office in the name of 'patriotic female compatriot'."

Mr. Liao stared at her and sighed for a long while: "My dear, I have wronged you after all."

Fu Ziyan smiled and said, "You're being too kind. I donated voluntarily out of my own heart, not for fame or gain. How can I feel wronged?"

What she said was righteous and came from the heart. She really wanted to do something for women, but it was not entirely true that she was not seeking fame or fortune.

Everything you do leaves a trace. She donated anonymously, so could it really have been done by someone unknown? Ten or twenty years from now, these things won't be forgotten by those who knew about them. There will always be generations of "insiders" who know about them.

Not to mention that people will know about this later, even if no one knows, it is good enough that her good deed can save people.

Fu Ziyan's charity donations over the years are more than five million. For her who owns various mines, four or five million is not a huge amount that she cannot afford.

As long as she is happy~

Anyway, Miss Fu has done so many things as she pleases, so this one is not a big deal.

Fu Qiyuan thought so too. His daughter's happiness was far more important than these four or five million.