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The corridor was silent for two seconds.

All eyes were on Yu Le and Wang Qiang, whose face had turned as red as a pig's liver.

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It was Xue Zhiqian; he couldn't hold back any longer and burst out laughing.

Immediately afterwards, Liu Qianqian took Shu Chang's hand, and the two girls laughed so hard they were shaking. They squatted down, clutching their stomachs, their shoulders trembling.

The laughter was like a series of loud slaps, striking Wang Qiang's fleshy face hard.

Enraged and humiliated, he pointed at Yu Le, his whole body trembling, his lips quivering, and it took him a long time to finally manage to utter a single sentence.

"Yu Le! You...you're going too far! Jingwen Entertainment isn't someone to be trifled with! Those record companies give you face, but our film company isn't afraid of you! What are you pretending to be so high and mighty for! So what if you have a few stinking bucks!"

His voice was shrill with anger and humiliation, but it was still clearly lacking in confidence.

Yu Le didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, completely ignoring him. He turned around and looked at Han Hong with gentle eyes.

"Teacher Han, how much money does your orphanage need?"

Han Hong was taken aback by the sudden question and instinctively replied, "We're lacking a lot. The house needs repairs, the children's winter clothes and quilts need to be replaced, their meals need to be improved, and we need to hire a few patient and good teachers..."

As she spoke, her eyes dimmed, and she let out a heavy sigh.

Yu Le nodded. "Working alone is indeed tiring. And the efficiency is low."

"How about we go together?"

"A partnership?" Han Hong put her hands on her hips, looking at him with surprise. "How?"

"Let's establish a formal charitable foundation." Yu Le held up one finger, his words clear and logical. "You'll be the president. You'll be responsible for the specific operations and resource coordination."

"Me?" Han Hong pointed to herself, both amused and exasperated. "Where would I get so much money to start a foundation?"

"I'll pay for it," Yu Le said.

Wang Qiang, who was standing nearby, hadn't left yet. Hearing this, he immediately spoke in a sarcastic tone, deliberately raising his voice:

"Wow, Mr. Yu, you're really generous! Setting up a foundation and registering it with the civil affairs department must have required at least several million in start-up capital, right? Mr. Yu, you're so willing to give! You're truly a great philanthropist!"

He deliberately quoted a higher price to avoid Yu Le simply donating a few hundred thousand. He wanted to use this to put Yu Le in a difficult position and make him lose face.

Yu Le ignored him and just looked at Han Hong, clearly uttering a few words.

"Initial investment: 20 million."

Wang Qiang opened his mouth wide, speechless.

Two...twenty million?

Using that money for pure charity? Are you out of your mind?

She is usually very outgoing and fearless, and is known in the industry as an "iron lady".

But at this moment, her breathing became rapid, and her chest heaved violently.

"Twenty...twenty million?" she stammered.

Yu Le continued speaking.

"Not enough? Then add another ten million."

Han Hong rushed forward and grabbed Yu Le's arm.

"You...you're serious?!" Han Hong's eyes reddened, tears welling up in them.

Over the years, she has begged and pleaded for those children, enduring countless scornful looks.

Now, a man stands before her, casually about to spend twenty million.

With this money, countless children will be able to eat their fill and stay warm, countless leaky classrooms will be repaired, and countless eyes yearning for knowledge will be able to see the future...

Recalling the children's thin, sensible faces that were heartbreaking, Han Hong felt a pang of sadness and unease.

Yu Le forcefully pulled his arm out of Han Hong's grasp.

I shook my aching wrist.

"Don't get agitated, Teacher Han. I'll provide the money, you provide the labor, it's perfectly fair."

"I'm lazy. I don't want to deal with those tedious accounts and procurement of supplies."

"You have a straightforward personality, you can't tolerate any flaws, and you're a person who truly gets things done. I feel at ease entrusting this to you."

Han Hong took a step back, took a deep breath, and then, to everyone's astonishment, bowed deeply to Yu Le.

"Mr. Yu, on behalf of the children in the mountains, thank you!"

Yu Le quickly helped her up.

"Stop with the formalities. I'll have the legal department draft the contract and articles of association and send them over later."

"I've already thought of a name for the foundation."

Han Hong straightened up and vigorously wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

"What's your name?"

"Let's call it the 'Han Hong Charity Foundation'."

"No way!" Han Hong waved her hands repeatedly upon hearing this. "You paid for it, how can you use my name! Absolutely not! How can I face anyone if word gets out!"

Yu Le rolled her eyes.

"Then use my company's name? Salted Fish Charity Foundation? That sounds like a donation to the seafood market."

"It's settled then. You'll be in charge of the charge, and I'll be in charge of supplying you with ammunition from behind."

In the corner, Wang Qiang led the three newcomers away, hugging the wall.

All he wants now is to escape this place that has shattered his worldview.

Han Hong spat as she watched Wang Qiang flee in disarray.

"Such profit-driven people will get their comeuppance sooner or later."

She turned to look at Yu Le.

"Mr. Yu, how do you plan to spend this money?"

"That's your problem." Yu Le took the thermos back from Xue Zhiqian.

"If you want to buy rice, buy rice. If you want to build a school, build a school."

"As long as the accounts are open and transparent, you can do whatever you want."

Han Hong slapped her thigh hard. *Smack!*

"That's satisfying! I, Han Hong, have never admired many people in my life. You're one of them!"

She suddenly turned to look at Liu Qianqian.

"Girl. From now on, if anyone dares to bully you in this circle, just say my name and I'll teach them a lesson!"

Liu Qianqian was amused by this sudden display of generosity, revealing two rows of neat white teeth.

"Thank you, Aunt Han!"

Han Hong's face instantly darkened.

"Call me 'sister'!"

Liu Qianqian playfully stuck out her tongue: "Thank you, Sister Han!"

At the other end of the corridor, Director Lang Kun strode over with a walkie-talkie in hand.

"Everyone, get ready. It's your turn to rehearse on stage soon."

Lang Kun was covered in sweat. He kept wiping himself with a towel.

He saw Han Hong and Yu Le standing together, and the atmosphere seemed a bit strange, so he quickly stopped.

"Teacher Han, Mr. Yu. Do you know each other?"

"We just met." Han Hong waved her hand dismissively. "This is my brother who'd risk his life for me!"

Lang Kun's hand, which was wiping sweat, froze in mid-air.

Brothers who have... risked their lives for each other?

These two are completely mismatched. One is a queen of the music scene. The other is a rising star in the financial world.

How could it be a matter of life and death?

Yu Le had no intention of explaining.

He unscrewed the thermos and drank the last sip of goji berry water.

"Alright, let's get to work."