Being a tour guide for historical celebrities, the motherland is amazed again

Chapter 159 She is not disabled, she is an angel who fell into the world

"You want to donate money? That's great. When I was making money in business, I also did charity work." Wang Mang immediately said appreciatively, "Where do you want to donate to?"

"I haven't decided yet. Let me see how much money I have."

Su Jiahe counted all her savings and discovered that after six months, her total had exceeded 30 million. Including her real estate and jewelry, her total net worth was almost 100 million.

"Wow, Jiahe, you are so rich!" Wang Mang exclaimed, "With so much money, you can do a lot of things."

"Yeah, I always wanted to get rich quickly, but now I realize that no matter how much money you have, it's just a number. It's better to use it for something more meaningful."

At dinner time, everyone expressed their agreement after learning about Su Jiahe's plan to donate.

"Sister Su, Professor Wei told me that funds for cultural relics protection and restoration are very scarce now. Can you donate some?" Daji said quickly.

"Sister Su, I heard from the teacher that there are still some poor children who cannot afford to go to school. Can you help them?" Liu Ziluan asked innocently.

"Sister Su, I've been working in self-media recently, and I've seen many seriously ill people asking for help on a certain platform. I feel really sorry for them, can we do something?" He Shuangqing also made a suggestion.

"Okay, then let's each donate a part." Su Jiahe agreed readily.

In the following week, Su Jiahe contacted the Institute of History where Professor Wei worked, the Hope Project, and some patients seeking help online, and donated a total of more than 10 million yuan.

"Jiahe, you are so generous, you are such a kind person!" Wang Mang looked at the remittance slips and couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

"Hey, this money just fell from the sky, so I should give back to society."

"What do you plan to do with the remaining money? Will you continue to donate?" Wang Mang asked.

"Of course, the most important thing for me is to find an opportunity to donate some money to the local welfare home. After all, I grew up in an welfare home."

"Ah? You grew up in an orphanage." Wang Mang said sympathetically.

"It's okay, we're all here. Brother Wang, haven't you also been alone since you were a child?"

"Although I have no relatives, I eat food and wear clothes from hundreds of families in the village, which is much better than the welfare home. I have donated money to the welfare home before, but the children there have such a miserable life." Wang Mang said, sighing sadly.

"Yes, the children in the orphanage do not grow up in the same conditions as those with families, so I want to help them. Since you have experience in donations, can you accompany me to the orphanage to take a look?"

"Okay, okay, this is a helpful thing to do, of course I am willing to do so." Wang Mang nodded repeatedly.

The next day, Su Jiahe and Wang Mang went to the Bohai Welfare Home for an inspection. As soon as they arrived at the door, they saw Director Chen and a group of staff warmly welcoming them.

"Hello, you are Ms. Su. You are doing charity work at such a young age. You are really promising and have a bright future." Dean Chen said with a flattering smile on his face.

"Yeah." Su Jiahe has never had a good impression of people who love to flatter, so she just responded slightly.

"Our children are all here to welcome you, come in and take a look."

Led by Dean Chen, Su Jiahe and Wang Mang came to the activity room on the first floor. Several children, big and small, were playing in an open space.

At first glance, it looked like a warm scene, but when Su Jiahe walked in, she was shocked. Some of the children had dull eyes, some had strange faces, and some were clutching toys and repeating strange movements.

"This..." Su Jiahe stood there for a moment, at a loss.

"Ms. Su, I'm sorry I might have frightened you," Director Chen said apologetically. "Most normal children are now adopted by families, and many of the remaining ones are born with disabilities."

“It’s okay, I know.” Su Jiahe recalled that when she was in the welfare home, there were always a few disabled children around her. “These disabled children are basically abandoned by their families. In theory, they should receive professional intervention to have any chance of recovery, but our facility has to take care of so many children and simply doesn’t have the resources. We can only watch helplessly as their development is delayed.”

Dean Chen said this and quietly wiped away his tears.

"Director, can I ask how much subsidy your welfare home receives every year?" Wang Mang suddenly asked.

"Although the annual subsidy is enough for food, clothing, housing and transportation, the treatment of special children is a huge expense. So, can you..."

Wang Mang looked at Dean Chen's eagerness to ask for money, and he felt disgusted. So he quietly pulled Su Jiahe aside and whispered, "Jiahe, be careful. Some people are using donations as a pretext to make money. These children may just be tools."

"It's okay, I'll seriously consider it."

Su Jiahe did not respond to Dean Chen's words in time, but walked around the yard again.

"Ms. Su, let's go to the second floor and take a look."

Su Jiahe followed Dean Chen to the library on the second floor, where she saw the shelves filled with children's books and some books on intervention training for special children.

"Our director intervened on these children himself in order to cure them," said a staff member.

"Alas, it's a pity that my energy and ability are limited, and the results are not as good as those of professionals." Dean Chen sighed self-reproachfully.

At this time, Su Jiahe suddenly discovered that the corners of all the literacy picture books had been cut off.

"How is this going?"

"The paper of these books is too hard and the corners are sharp. I'm afraid the children will prick themselves," explained Chen Yuanzi.

"Ah? You cut them off one by one?" Su Jiahe was a little bit unbelieving.

"Yes, those special children don't know the dangers, so we can only prevent them from happening."

"This...what a huge workload."

At this time, Su Jiahe's opinion of Director Chen gradually changed. Perhaps she was really eager to get donations in order to help these children.

Suddenly, a childish voice came from the corner. Su Jiahe looked over and saw a boy of about seven or eight years old reading to a little girl.

"Hello, Grandpa! Hello, Sister!" Upon seeing Su Jiahe and Wang Mang, the boy quickly stood up and greeted them politely.

"Hello, little friend." Even though Su Jiahe was now two generations younger than Wang Mang, she still greeted the boy warmly.

"Little boy, what happened to your mouth?" Wang Mang suddenly noticed a scar on the boy's lip.

"I was born with a cleft lip and palate, and I had surgery last year," the boy said shyly, lowering his head.

"Yes, thankfully he recovered well and started school this year," Dean Chen added from the side.

"Yingying, get up and say hello to Grandpa and your sister." The boy picked up the little girl next to him.

The girl had a doll-like face, but her expression was blank, and her jewel-like eyes stared blankly at everyone.

"Is this child also disabled?" Wang Mang immediately noticed that something was wrong with the girl.

“No, Dean Chen said she’s not disabled,” the boy said earnestly. “She’s an angel fallen to earth.”