My seniority is extraordinary: I was only eight years old when the whole village came to wish me a H

The atmosphere in the study was somewhat somber.

Wu You didn't turn around; he just quietly looked at the photo, the photo that captured hardship and despair.

Su Qinghuan stood at the door, unsure whether to go in or back out.

Her mind was filled with grand speculations about international affairs and cultural wars, but the scene before her was full of the most basic and grassroots human suffering.

This stark contrast left her somewhat at a loss for words.

"Young master, respect the elderly."

Finally, she steeled herself and spoke softly, breaking the silence.

Wu Jingzhi nodded slightly to her, gesturing for her to come over.

Su Qinghuan took small, careful steps and walked to the desk.

Her gaze involuntarily fell on the photograph.

As a media professional, she is no stranger to this type of scene.

Every year, news of agricultural products going unsold and farmers losing everything due to various natural disasters appears periodically.

But she never imagined that such a photo would appear in this place, in front of this child.

"Chairman Su."

Wu You finally spoke, his voice even colder than the night rain outside the window.

"Chairman...Young Master, please just call me Qinghuan."

Su Qinghuan quickly said that she felt her heartbeat was somewhat out of control.

"Okay, Qinghuan."

Wu You turned his head, his dark, inky eyes looking at her quietly.

Those eyes were as deep as a starless night sky, making Su Qinghuan feel as if all her thoughts had been seen through.

"I'm asking you."

Wu You's voice was devoid of any emotion.

"What do you think is the most valuable asset of our Strawberry TV station online right now?"

This problem came as a complete surprise.

Su Qinghuan was taken aback for a moment, but as a top media professional, her professional instincts made her start thinking quickly.

What's the most valuable thing?

Countless answers flashed through her mind in an instant.

Is it that record-breaking online viewership of hundreds of millions?

Is it that terrifying amount of traffic that would drive any capital crazy?

Is it because of the young master that the brand has unparalleled influence and credibility?

Or is it the stock price, which has soared to a market value of hundreds of billions, like a rocket taking off?

These all seem to be examples.

But she knew that these were definitely not the answers the child wanted to hear.

She hesitated for a moment before answering in what she believed best reflected her "broad perspective":

"In response to your question, I believe that the most valuable asset of our Strawberry TV station right now is the sense of identity and pride we have built in the hearts of all our viewers regarding our Chinese culture."

She thought that this answer was "high-class" enough.

however.

After hearing her answer, Wu You gently shook his head.

He stretched out his small, fair, jade-like hand.

He pushed the photo on the table in front of Su Qinghuan.

"Take another look at this."

Su Qinghuan lowered her head and looked again at the photo filled with despair.

Her heart was filled with endless, enormous doubts.

And just then...

Wu You's clear, cold voice rang out again slowly.

His voice wasn't loud.

It was like a thunderclap that pierced through time and space!

It struck hard, deep into Su Qinghuan's soul!

What you said is all correct.

"But it's all too empty."

"I'm asking you."

Wu You raised his head, his deep eyes fixed intently on Su Qinghuan's eyes.

"Our influence, our credibility, our cultural identity..."

"Could it become...?"

He stretched out his finger and gently touched the old man in the photo, his face covered with wrinkles and despair.

"What about the money for their meals?"

boom!

When the words "meal money," so simple and genuine, were spoken so casually by that child who seemed like a god, it was truly touching.

Su Qinghuan felt her brain go blank with a "buzz"!

She felt that her brain, which had always been filled with all sorts of grand narratives and business ideas, was that of an "elite."

At this moment, I am struck by these two simplest yet heaviest words.

It was utterly and completely shattered!

Meal money...

Yes.

She talked about market capitalization of hundreds of billions, cultural confidence, and national sentiment.

But she overlooked the most fundamental and important thing in the world.

That is, to ensure that everyone has enough to eat.

That instant!

Su Qinghuan felt a burning pain on her face!

She felt the gap between herself and the eight-year-old child in front of her.

It's just like fireflies and the bright moon.

She describes herself as a media queen and a business elite.

But her vision, her breadth of mind, and her sentiments.

Compared to this child, I seem so ridiculous and insignificant.

"Young...Young Master, I...I..."

Su Qinghuan's lips trembled, and she couldn't utter a single word.

Her heart was filled with endless, immense shame.

"This...this, we can..."

After all, she was a top-tier media professional. After a brief moment of mental stagnation, her brain subconsciously began to work again.

"We can immediately establish a special charitable fund! We'll use the name of Strawberry Media to donate to these affected fruit farmers!"

"We can immediately dispatch our best team of reporters to conduct in-depth follow-up reporting! We'll use our influence to appeal to the entire society to pay attention to and help them!"

Su Qinghuan quickly named several solutions that she considered the most feasible and effective.

however.

After listening to her words, Wu You shook his head gently again.

"Too slow."

"That's too passive."

"Sending money directly is just putting them in a very difficult position."

"Moreover, if you do this, the fruit will rot on the ground and no one will care, which will have the opposite effect."

He slowly stood up from the large armchair.

He walked up to Su Qinghuan.

"What I need is neither donations nor appeals."

"What I want is..."

"What I want is to help them reap the rewards of their labor..."

"Sell it."

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