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The female reporter, holding a microphone with the station's logo, was so excited that her face turned red, and she shouted her questions at the top of her lungs.

Several cameramen were standing nearby, carrying long lenses and pointing them directly at Jiang Chen's face.

This 100-day celebration was originally a sensation only among the upper echelons of Nanjiang Province.

At this moment, it turned into a super charity press conference for the whole country.

Jiang Chen, carrying the little An Yan wrapped in pink swaddling clothes, strode to the edge of the steps.

He brought his mouth directly close to the microphone the female reporter handed him.

"No office building," Jiang Chen replied decisively.

"We don't engage in those superficial, vanity projects."

Jiang Chen glanced around at the multi-billionaire bosses in the courtyard.

"This 100 million yuan, not a penny less, will all be used specifically for rural primary schools in impoverished mountainous areas across the country!"

The female reporter was taken aback.

"Village Chief Jiang, is it for building a multimedia classroom for the children?" the female reporter asked loudly.

"No classrooms will be built!"

Jiang Chen waved his hand and spoke domineeringly.

"Use all of it to build free cafeterias!"

"I, Jiang Chen, am a native of the countryside, and I know what it feels like to go hungry."

"Every primary school in the mountainous areas funded by my Chiang Kai-shek Foundation must have a large canteen built!"

"I want to ensure that every poor child can eat meat at every meal!"

"We get fresh, hot milk every day!"

"Anyone who dares to try and take a single penny of kickback from this meal will be sent to work as a sewing machine, even if it means losing everything I own!"

These words came booming from dozens of high-powered speakers, hitting everyone's ears.

The female reporter was so shocked that she took half a step back.

She turned her head and looked at the backend data of the live stream on her phone screen.

The live stream was incredibly popular.

The number of online viewers skyrocketed from three million to over twenty million.

The screen was completely blocked by a dense barrage of comments, making it impossible to see even a single person.

"This is a true super-rich person! They don't flaunt their wealth, they only help the poor!"

"That's well said! A poor child getting a meal of meat is more valuable than any multimedia classroom!"

"Village Chief Jiang is awesome! The pink rhinoceros made the right choice in marrying!"

"I'm kneeling before Jiangjia Village! They refused a hundred billion yuan in gifts and even paid out of their own pockets to feed the poor children meat!"

"There are many wealthy people, but you won't find another village chief like Jiang who gets things done the way he does!"

Netizens frantically typed on their keyboards, even through their screens.

Just at this time.

Several official comments with gold certification logos suddenly appeared on the live stream's public screen.

The official account of the Nam Giang Provincial Youth League posted: "Thumbs up for Village Chief Jiang! Thank you to the Jiang Group for the students in impoverished mountain areas!"

The official account of China Youth Daily commented: "This is truly a testament to the responsibility of a national entrepreneur!"

Major state media outlets have all joined in.

A series of thumbs-up emojis flooded the public chat.

Less than ten minutes.

The news headline from the state media immediately topped the trending searches across the entire internet.

The title consists of only one line of large text.

Jiangjia Village: The Undisputed Number One Philanthropic Family!

yard.

Wang Dagou stood on the edge of the platform, looking at the trending news on his phone.

He was so happy he was practically snotting from his nose.

Wang Dagou slapped Li Qiang on the shoulder.

"Brother Qiang, did you hear that?!" Wang Dagou shouted in his hoarse voice.

"Brother Chen's vision is so impressive, he completely crushes these nouveau riche from the provincial capital!"

Li Qiang straightened his back, his face full of pride.

"You don't know anything!" Li Qiang glared and cursed back.

"That's what you call a higher level! Our Brother Chen has long since transcended the mundane circle of just making money!"

Su Tianhao sat in the VIP section.

He looked at the overwhelming number of praise reports on his phone.

The richest man in the provincial capital was grinning from ear to ear.

"Old Zhang!" Su Tianhao patted Zhang Dong's thigh next to him.

"Have you seen what my in-laws are capable of?"

"Without spending a single penny on public relations, their reputation was practically elevated to legendary status nationwide!"

"With a father like this, my grandson will never have to worry about food or clothing for the rest of his life, and he'll even go down in history!"

Chairman Zhang nodded repeatedly, his face beaming with smiles.

"Brother Su is right!"

"We old folks can't even come close to what Village Chief Jiang has done!" Chairman Zhang shouted, giving a thumbs up in agreement.

Suddenly, the loudspeaker outside the courtyard blared.

Jiang Youfu had a shaved head and wore a red apron around his waist.

He was holding a large ladle and standing in front of more than a hundred large iron pots.

"The auspicious time has arrived!" Jiang Youfu roared at the top of his lungs.

"Serve the food! Let's begin!"

More than eighty strong young men were carrying blue and white porcelain plates that were larger than washbasins.

A long line of people were delivering vegetables into the yard.

"Premium Australian Lobster Stewed with Free-Range Chicken!"

"Fifty-year-old wild turtle soup!"

"Braised Pork Knuckle with Century-Old Ginseng!"

The waiter was on the steps, shouting out the names of the dishes.

Those billionaire bosses are already starving.

These people usually have to be very particular about their manners, even when picking up food in a five-star hotel.

Now, facing the pot of braised pork knuckle on the table, emitting an irresistible aroma.

Boss Ma simply took off his suit jacket and threw it onto the back of the chair.

"Mr. Li! Don't try to take that piece with the skin on!" Boss Ma shouted, holding his chopsticks.

Boss Li didn't even look up.

He simply grabbed a large lobster claw with his bare hand.

"Old Ma, have you no shame!" Boss Li cursed, his mouth dripping with grease.

"The ingredients in Jiangjia Village are amazing! I've eaten at Michelin-starred restaurants all over the world, and I've never tasted lobster this delicious!"

Mr. Li chewed the lobster meat vigorously.

It was so delicious that I almost bit my tongue off.

Zhao Tai, standing next to him, was holding a large bowl and frantically shoveling chicken soup rice into his mouth.

"Dad! This soup is so delicious!" Zhao Tai mumbled incoherently.

Zhao Chengzhi slapped his son on the back of the head.

"Eat, eat, eat! All you ever do is eat!" Zhao Chengzhi scolded in a low voice.

"Hurry up and finish eating so we can go toast Old Master Jiang! Let's get to know everyone while we're all in a good mood!"

The entire courtyard was filled with the sounds of clinking glasses and exchanging toasts.

The 100-day celebration was held in an extremely joyful atmosphere until the afternoon.

There was no backstabbing or intrigue, just pure, lively fun.

Jiang Chen's reputation is as solid as a rock in Nanjiang Province.

He was even deified nationwide.

At the same time.

provincial capital.

Under an elevated pedestrian bridge in the city center.

A cold wind blew back and forth in the bridge arch, making people shiver.

Across the overpass is an extremely luxurious large shopping mall.

The huge LED screen on the exterior wall of the shopping mall is as tall as a four-story building.

The news about donations for the Jiangjia Village 100-day celebration is being replayed on a loop.

On the screen.

Jiang Chen, dressed in a sharp suit and holding his child, basked in the glory in front of hundreds of top billionaires.

In the corner of the bridge arch.

A man wearing a tattered coat and with hair as messy as a bird's nest was leaning against a cement pillar, shivering.

In front of him was a chipped enamel bowl.

A few withered yellow leaves were swept into the bowl by the wind.

The man held a half-cold steamed bun in his hand, his lips, which were trembling from the cold and had turned purple.

An older woman was walking by with her grandson.

The grandson pointed at the man in the bridge arch and shouted loudly.

"Grandma, look! That beggar uncle looks terrifying!"

The old woman tightened her grip on her grandson's hand and pulled a one-yuan coin from her pocket with a look of disgust.

Ding-dong.

The coin made a crisp sound as it was tossed into the broken enamel bowl.

"Go away! Go buy yourself some hot soup! Don't block my view of Jiang Zemin's news!"