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The director hesitated, "Some comments say... that it was a tip-off from someone in the charity circle..."
The name Su Yuqing pierced through Lin Xiaofan's mind like a knife. No one else knew about his foundation registration, and no one else harbored such animosity towards him.
He grabbed his coat and rushed out, only to collide with an unexpected person at the elevator—Zhang Hao. His cousin wore a brand new trendy T-shirt, an exaggerated gold chain around his neck, and carried a document bag emblazoned with the "Zhao Charity" logo.
"Hey, cousin!" Zhang Hao grinned widely, "Looks like you’re doing well—starting a company?"
"What the hell are you doing here?" Lin Xiaofan grabbed him by the collar.
Unfazed, Zhang Hao shook the document bag, "President Zhao sent me to deliver an invitation for tomorrow night’s charity gala." He leaned closer to Lin Xiaofan, lowering his voice, "Cousin, President Zhao said he could help you suppress those scandals... as long as you're willing to cooperate."
Lin Xiaofan's blood ran cold. He finally understood that those leaks were not from Su Yuqing—they were orchestrated by Zhao Tianming behind the scenes!
"Get lost." He forced out a single word through clenched teeth.
Zhang Hao shrugged and stuffed the invitation into Lin Xiaofan's pocket. "Don’t be so quick to refuse. You know why those kids in the mountains are poor? Because they care too much about their pride..." He made a gesture of counting money, "In this world, only those with thick skin can thrive."
Watching Zhang Hao walk away, Lin Xiaofan pulled out the invitation to tear it apart when suddenly his phone rang. It was Principal Li's number.
"Principal Li?"
A burst of static came through the line before Su Yuqing's hoarse voice broke through, "Lin Xiaofan, are you satisfied now?"
Lin Xiaofan froze. "Su Yuqing? How did you...?"
"Because of your 'documentary,' the education bureau has determined that our school is receiving 'improper commercial funding,' and all aid shipments have been suspended!" Su Yuqing's voice trembled with an intensity he had never heard before. "The kids will run out of food next week. Are you happy now?"
In the background, faint cries of children and anxious voices of teachers trying to comfort them could be heard. Lin Xiaofan felt as if an invisible hand had tightly gripped his heart.
"I... I didn’t know it would turn out like this..." he weakly defended himself.
"Of course you didn’t know!" Su Yuqing nearly shouted, "You thought you were helping people, but in reality, you destroyed their last shred of trust in charity!"
The call abruptly ended, leaving Lin Xiaofan standing there in shock. The elevator doors opened and closed again, reflecting his pale face.
Back in the office, team members silently packed their things and left. Only half a cup of cold coffee and several unfinished project proposals remained on the desk. Lin Xiaofan sat alone in the empty conference room, mechanically refreshing social media. The topic continued to gain traction; people had already begun doxxing his address and work history.
Worse still, a red warning suddenly popped up on his system:
【Warning! Goodwill value decreasing】
【Return multiplier adjusted to 80 times】
Lin Xiaofan stared at the line of text and suddenly laughed, the sound echoing harshly in the empty conference room. He grabbed a chair and slammed it against the wall, then kicked over the projector in front of him. After venting his frustration, he slumped to the floor and noticed that his phone had received more than a dozen missed calls—all from his mother and relatives.
Outside, night fell, and the city’s neon lights flickered to life one by one. Lin Xiaofan fished out a crumpled invitation from his pocket, Zhao Tianming's embossed name glimmering under the lights like a silent mockery.
He thought of the little girl in the mountains who used a fertilizer bag as a backpack, remembered her shy "Thank you, Uncle" when she received the thin porridge, and recalled Su Yuqing carefully checking the accounts by candlelight... along with the system's initial prompt: "Charity is not about size; what matters is sincerity."
Lin Xiaofan slowly stood up and brushed off the dust from his pants. He dialed a number, his voice surprisingly calm:
"Director Wang? I’d like to discuss that collaboration with Zhao Tianming again..."
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