Look, behind me are all the reasons I must strive to obtain donations. Without discussing foreign natural disasters and human tragedies, some disability institutions are financially strapped. Over the years, typhoon-caused disasters, incomplete laws, slow government assistance, and embezzlement of relief funds have created the scenes you see. Homeless people, abandoned elderly, abused children, orphans, battered women, disaster victims, disabled persons… We Taiwanese devotedly worship charlatans like Song Qili and Miao Tian, seeking their so-called longevity equal to heaven and immeasurable merit, yet scoff at genuine good deeds. Because they believe donating to vulnerable groups isn’t explicitly recorded by divine beings, only what the charlatans say counts. Fortunately, corporate donations are tax-deductible; otherwise, I’d find it difficult to extract even a penny from the wealthy.
Xiao Susu’s photos were images of disaster areas and refugees, each picture connecting to a pitiful, helpless, and heartbreaking scene that would make contemporary viewers tearful and ashamed of their privileged, unempathetic lives.
“They… are so pitiful.” The silk quickly became half-wet.
“Please, don’t create a water disaster in my car. Having ‘Herbert’ and ‘Winnie’ as two plague-bringing siblings is more than enough. Let me be. We’ve arrived at the company we’re going to ‘extort’, so get out.” Indeed, she seemed to have found the best potential donor. Xiao Susu’s soft heart would easily cry just looking at photos, so after some emotional manipulation, she’d likely become a new fundraising force. Now, let’s test her charm.
“Shih Pan Construction”, owned by Shih Kun, was currently managed by his eldest son Shih Bo-mao, a businessman who valued community image and had adopted four parks and twelve green corridors in southwest Taichung.
Of course, any man has the right to be stunned by a super beautiful woman, but being overly excited might raise suspicions of improper intentions. Strange? If Shih Bo-ang truly loved his wife and family as rumored, how could he be so captivated by a beautiful woman?
“Ahem, Mr. Shih, wipe your drool, take the receipt, write the check. If convenient, here’s a receipt from ‘Yang Ci Orphanage’ for 500,000. Thank you for your sponsorship.”
Shih Bo-ang’s dark face turned red, his solid square face uncomfortable, hastily facing the woman known as the “Blood-Sucking Queen” Du Feifan, not daring to be negligent.
