I have few friends, but many childhood sweethearts.

Chapter 155. May 155th
On May 7th, the Olympic torch relay arrived in the port city, and the entire city was in an uproar. Everywhere was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and everyone was immersed in a sea of ​​joy.

Enthusiastic citizens gathered early at Yanjing Road and other locations along the torch relay route, waiting to welcome the Olympic torchbearers.

People were everywhere in the green belts, on the trees, and even on the roofs of buses, expressing their joy at the upcoming successful hosting of the Olympics with almost uncontrollable emotions.

Because it wasn't a weekend, Xu Qingfan and his friends could only watch the live broadcast on the TV in the school cafeteria.

Every student in the cafeteria wore a proud expression, unaware that a natural disaster was quietly approaching.
5 month 12 day.

"Xu Qingfan, can I borrow your test paper?" After returning to the classroom from lunch break, Xia Xiaoxiao took out the practice paper she hadn't finished in the morning and said to Xu Qingfan.

However, Xu Qingfan did not respond to her; his eyes were fixed on the water glass on the table.

"Xu Qingfan!" Xia Xiaoxiao reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

"Huh?" He jumped in fright, and after regaining his senses, he said irritably, "What are you doing? You're scaring me half to death!"

"What are you doing? You've been distracted since this morning. I told you to give me your test paper!" Xia Xiaoxiao said irritably.

"Oh, wait a minute." Xu Qingfan pushed the stool back with his foot, making enough space to rummage through the drawers.

However, before he could find it, the water in the glass on the table suddenly rippled slightly, then returned to calm.

"Find it yourself, my stomach hurts, can you ask the teacher for leave for me?" Xu Qingfan grabbed his phone and hurriedly ran out of the classroom.

"You didn't bring any tissues, hey! Hey!!" Xia Xiaoxiao was about to remind him, but Xu Qingfan had already disappeared.

He ran to the stairwell between the sixth and seventh floors, took out his phone, and started searching on the browser.

"No. No, still no." He only remembered that the earthquake happened on the afternoon of the 12th, but he couldn't recall the exact time.

Xu Qingfan searched for the keywords 'Wen City' and 'earthquake', and repeatedly refreshed the page after selecting the most recently published results.

However, no relevant content was displayed on the small screen, and he persevered and tried again and again.

Soon, a message posted at 14:32:8 PM caught his attention.

An earthquake has struck Wenchuan, and many houses have collapsed. Help!

Without hesitation, Xu Qingfan dialed Zhong Wenqing's private number on his mobile phone, and the call was quickly answered.

No need to attend classes.

"Listen to me first. There was just a serious earthquake in Wen City. We need to load the remaining relief supplies from last time onto the trucks and send them over immediately!" Xu Qingfan interrupted first.

"You're kidding, okay? Pranks aren't fun at all. Xiao Fan, are you playing truth or dare with them again?"

"I'm not kidding. I just saw this news on my phone. There are probably tens of thousands of articles about it now. If you don't believe me, just open your computer and look it up yourself!" Xu Qingfan interrupted again.

"what?"

"Wait a minute!" Zhong Wenqing rushed to the office computer and typed in keywords. Sure enough, the screen was flooded with thousands of earthquake news messages.

Zhong Wenqing casually clicked on a few messages, and after reading them, he couldn't sit still any longer. He said to Xu Qingfan on the other end of the phone, "I'll arrange it right now!"

"Remember to ask the Licheng government for help!" Xu Qingfan said and hurriedly hung up the phone, then called Zhang Chunxue.

The call was answered shortly afterward.

"Why is Xiaofan calling Auntie at this hour?"

"Auntie, there was just an earthquake in Wenchuan. The internet says it's very serious, probably around magnitude 7 or 8. This is the kind of supplies we bought at the beginning of the year..."

"Huh?" Zhang Chunxue on the other end of the phone was taken aback for two seconds, then immediately believed Xu Qingfan's words without hesitation, "I understand, Auntie will arrange it right away!"

After making the two calls, Xu Qingfan finally breathed a sigh of relief; this was the only thing he could do at the moment.

When the cold wave at the beginning of the year was procuring relief supplies from abroad, Xu Qingfan asked Zhang Chunxue to buy more, saying that they would be useful later. Although it was absurd for the cold wave to buy painkillers, disinfectant, and anti-inflammatory drugs, Zhang Chunxue still did as Xu Qingfan instructed.

During the disaster relief efforts at the beginning of the year, down jackets and food were given to the victims as advertising, while the rest, such as tents and sleeping bags, were recycled and disinfected.

In a warehouse in the suburbs, tens of thousands of tents and sleeping bags, as well as medicines and disinfectants worth millions of dollars, are stored.

In addition to the distilled water and food that Haowei Duck Neck already produces, these are the most needed and urgently needed supplies in the disaster area.

After sitting on the steps for a few minutes to calm down, Xu Qingfan returned to the classroom in a daze.

"Brother Qingfan, are you alright?" After sitting back down, Lin Wanning whispered in his ear.

Xu Qingfan shook his head, thought for a moment, and decided not to tell the other party about the earthquake.

It's better to find out later, otherwise it will only turn from one person's unhappiness into two people's unhappiness.

He wrote on the paper: "My stomach stopped hurting halfway through the walk, which is really strange."

【Is it because of the banana we ate at noon? I told you not to eat it if it turns black, but Brother Qingfan just wouldn't listen!】Lin Wanning wrote on a piece of paper, thinking of the banana with black spots on its peel that the cafeteria gave out at noon.

Xu Qingfan was amused by Lin Wanning's angry expression, pinched her cheek, and felt his mood instantly improve.

[Okay, I'll definitely listen to Ningning next time!]

"Hehe~" After seeing the contents of the paper, Lin Wanning smiled again and took out some medicated oil from her bag and handed it to him.

"Lin Wanning! You answer this question."

Suddenly hearing her math teacher call her name from the stage, the girl shuddered in fright. She gave Xu Qingfan a wronged look before reluctantly walking up to the stage.

Xu Qingfan shook his head with amusement and secretly took out his phone to continue searching for earthquake-related content.

However, when I searched again this time, I could no longer find the information released by the Wenchuan Municipal Government, probably because the network has been completely cut off by now.

Netizens dozens of kilometers away from the epicenter recounted their experiences with lingering fear. Even the aftershocks shook the houses. On online forums, blogs, and social media, everyone was discussing the terrifying earthquake that had just occurred.

During the last English class, news of the Wenchuan earthquake had already spread throughout the country through various channels.

The English teacher seemed to be from Wenchuan. She stood on the podium, her voice hoarse, and called out, "Good afternoon, everyone!"

"Good afternoon, teacher!" the students shouted as they stood up.

"A very serious earthquake has just struck Wenchuan. I hope everyone can observe three minutes of silence and pray that the people of Wenchuan will be safe from harm!"

"what?"

"Holy crap, another earthquake?"

"I have a gaming friend who's from Wenzhou!"

"very scary!"

The students in the class chattered excitedly, eager to talk. They couldn't imagine how terrible the earthquake was until they saw it with their own eyes.

"Quiet!" Xiao Ruanwen slammed her book down on the table, and the students immediately went silent. "From now on, everyone, please observe three minutes of silence and do not make a sound!"

The classroom fell silent. The sounds of the next class reciting their lessons and the cicadas chirping in the trees could be clearly heard.
Three minutes later, the students sat down again.

Lin Wanning wrote worriedly on the paper: What should we do, Brother Qingfan? An earthquake has occurred in Wen City.

Xu Qingfan thought for a moment, and finally only wrote on it:
After writing "[Believe in the motherland!]", he circled the word "motherland" heavily.

"Yes!" The girl nodded seriously.

Because of the news of the earthquake, the students in the class were unable to concentrate on the lesson, and the English teacher also looked preoccupied.

After a difficult wait until the end of get out of class, a lively discussion immediately broke out in the classroom.

After the five of them gathered their belongings, they slung their backpacks over their shoulders and left the classroom.

“I wonder if Dad will go to the disaster relief effort this time.” Xiao Ruanwen’s face showed deep worry. She was just over a year old in 98, but she had heard her mother talk about how terrible the flood was in her later memories.

Xu Qingfan patted the girl on the shoulder without saying anything.

"I hope everyone is doing well!" Xiao Ruanwen added.

"Everyone will be alright!" Lin Wanning nodded in agreement.

It was past five o'clock when they got home. The two families and Wu Lingyu sat around the dining table in the living room for dinner.

The television was broadcasting an emergency news special about the earthquake in Wenchuan, and they listened intently while eating.

Upon hearing that it was a massive 7.8 magnitude earthquake, Xu Aiguo shook his head regretfully and sighed, "Ah, what a year of disasters."

"I thought it was roadwork or drilling outside this afternoon when there was a sudden tremor," Yao Jinping said.

"God bless everyone, I hope they're all alright."

The adults chatted amongst themselves, and after the news report ended, Xu Qingfan picked up the remote and switched to Gangcheng TV.

Surprisingly, no films about bandits during the War of Resistance Against Japan were being shown; instead, live reports about the earthquake were being broadcast.

The live stream was not broadcast from Wencheng, but from a warehouse in the suburbs of Haowei Duck Neck.

"As we can see, these are supplies piled up behind us that are about to be transported to the disaster area. There are quite a lot of different kinds. May I ask the person in charge here what these supplies are and what their total value is?"

After the host finished introducing the details, he handed the microphone to Zhong Wenqing, who smiled and politely said, "This is just one of the warehouses that will be transported to the disaster area. We plan to donate more than 90,000 tents, more than 300,000 sleeping bags, 10,000 portable lights, and countless anti-inflammatory drugs, painkillers, disinfectants, etc. to the disaster area."

"Thank you very much, Manager Zhong, for your introduction. During the cold wave in January, it was also Haowei Duck Neck that delivered supplies to the front line as soon as possible. The comfortable and warm Haowei Duck Neck down jackets warmed the hearts of every trapped person. So what makes Haowei Duck Neck able to respond so quickly every time? Will the people in the disaster area be able to eat heartwarming and stomach-warming duck this time?"

Zhong Wenqing took the microphone and continued, "Yes, in addition to the above-mentioned disaster relief supplies, our company also plans to donate distilled water and braised duck products worth tens of millions to the disaster-stricken people. As for why we can always respond so quickly, I would like to say that everything Haowei Duck Neck has is given to us by the people. As a socially responsible company, this is what we should do!"

"Thank you very much, Manager Zhong, for the interview. Let's interview an ordinary freight driver who is about to head to the disaster area."

The host handed the microphone to a truck driver who was checking his vehicle and asked, "You're about to head to the disaster area. I wonder how you're feeling right now."

"I don't know anything about these things. Boss Zhong said that all the drivers in charge of transporting this cargo will get double their year-end bonuses," the middle-aged man replied honestly. He then added, "I'm not going for the money. During the Tangshan earthquake in 1976, I was pulled out of the rubble by the People's Liberation Army. I was only eight years old then. Now that I have the opportunity, I also want to do my part for my country. I will donate all of my 60,000 yuan year-end bonus to the disaster area!"

After listening to the interview with the truck driver, Xu Qingfan couldn't help but give him a thumbs up. This news broadcast was more effective than a ten million yuan advertisement!
"Just now, Haowei Duck Neck decided to donate half of its 08 profits to the disaster area. With such a patriotic company taking the lead, and with the Chinese people united as one, we believe that Wenchuan will definitely pull through!"

Day two.

Almost all the citizens of Hong Kong knew about the heroic act of Good Taste Duck Neck donating tens of millions of dollars worth of supplies to the disaster area. Before the donation hotline was even opened, countless citizens who wanted to contribute their love flocked to the duck neck shops all over the city and snapped up all the items.

In reality, the donated supplies could not possibly be worth tens of millions. Purchasing a tent only costs a little over one hundred yuan, but the market price is eight hundred. For the sake of publicity, the latter price was naturally used in the statistics.

Distilled water and braised duck products are also produced and sold directly by the company, and don't cost much.

Regardless, they did a good deed. Zhong Wenqing never publicly disclosed the value of the donated supplies; he has a clear conscience.

Under the coordination of the top leader of Licheng and with the assistance of the local People's Liberation Army, countless urgently needed supplies for the disaster area arrived smoothly within a day, successfully alleviating the initial shortage of supplies after the earthquake. The medicines brought with them saved countless lives.

A short video of a convoy of vehicles transporting supplies, lasting only a dozen seconds, even made it onto CCTV News.

The effects of the news are not yet apparent, but what is certain is that once the disaster relief work is over, the rise of Haowei Duck Neck is inevitable.

5 month 19 number.

A week has passed since the earthquake, and the 19th to the 21st have been designated as national days of mourning. In response to the call, countless games such as QQ Speed, Audition Online, and KartRider have suspended their servers for three days starting at noon.

At 2:28 p.m., the five-starred red flag was lowered to half-mast, and all the teachers and students of the Experimental Primary School stood quietly in line in front of the square.

The alarm bells rang continuously, and everyone observed three minutes of silence.

On the television, all the channels were broadcasting live from the disaster relief efforts in Wenchuan all week. Countless tear-jerking scenes broke people's hearts, and not a single one of the thousands of teachers and students in the audience made a sound.

No matter how many times Xu Qingfan watches the scene of the host announcing the death toll with tears in his eyes, he still can't help but get teary-eyed.

After the moment of silence, the homeroom teachers of each class were responsible for putting the collected donations into the donation box on the stage, and then the principal read out the donation amount for each class.

"Class 16, Grade 6, donated 58,700.5 yuan!"

"Sigh~"

When the reading reached their class, the teachers and students in the audience couldn't help but gasp.

Normally, a class would donate at most two or three thousand yuan, so it's truly terrifying that a class suddenly donated fifty thousand yuan.

"Brother Qingfan, you're so embarrassing, you only donated 50 cents." Back in class, Lin Wanning whispered in his ear.

"You two are so rich, donating 28,000 yuan!" Xu Qingfan slapped her and Zhang Yiyi on the head once each.

"But the disaster victims are so pitiful!"

"Donate money, show your love!"

The two women said in unison.

Xu Qingfan smiled helplessly. Anyway, he had sworn in his past life that he would never donate a single yuan, so donating fifty cents wouldn't be considered breaking his vow.

A tent costs two thousand yuan, and a stool costs eight hundred yuan. With that money, he might as well eat two more seafood meals.

"I've already given my donation to Sister Qingqing, so I'm only donating 50 cents!" Xu Qingfan didn't intend to say anything unpleasant to spoil the two girls' mood, so he said this.

"I knew Brother Qingfan was the most kind-hearted!" Lin Wanning said with a grin, linking her arm with his.

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(End of this chapter)