Siheyuan: Learning to be the sixth

"Dabao, what's the matter with you coming here so early?"

"Brother Zhuzi, when I was sorting out Mr. Shi's belongings, I found this box. There was a letter on it, addressed to He Yuzhu himself."

He Yuzhu didn't expect that the old man would leave something for him before he died, and he was very curious.

He took it from Dabao with both hands, opened it and saw that it turned out to be the calligraphy and Chinese paintings that the old man treasured most during his lifetime.

He Yuzhu, who is well-versed in antiques, studied it carefully for a long time and realized that the old man had profound skills. If the old man had not been indifferent to fame and fortune, he would have had a place in the modern calligraphy and painting world.

But in He Yuzhu's eyes, the old man's calligraphy and paintings are priceless treasures that can be passed down from generation to generation.

He Yuzhu carefully put away the calligraphy and paintings and placed them in the study.

"Dabao, have you had breakfast?"

"Brother Zhuzi, I came here after eating with the kids in the yard. Brother Zhuzi, if you have nothing else, I'll go back first~"

Dang Dabao was a little greedy for the warm atmosphere of the He family, but he felt that the atmosphere in the welfare home was not bad either.

"Dabao, don't leave in a hurry. I have something to discuss with you."

Dang Dabao was also confused by what He Yuzhu said, but he thought in his heart that as long as he could help Brother Zhuzi, he would do his best.

"Brother Zhuzi, you say~"

"Dabao, come with me to the study, I'll have a good chat with you~"

At this moment, Dang Dabao was even more puzzled, but his steps were very obedient, and the two of them walked to the study room one after the other.

He Yuzhu brewed a pot of tea, poured a cup for Dang Dabao, and then said:

"Dabao, you know I've made some money in the past few years, so I thought about setting up a He Foundation to help more people who really need help."

Dang Dabao was smart since he was young and he immediately grasped the key word "real".

"Brother Zhuzi, you are taking from the people and giving back to the people. This is what you are doing."

"Hey, Dabao, the money I put into the fund is insignificant compared to what I earn. I think it's a way to accumulate some merit for my family, but I can't keep an eye on this matter. So I want you to get out of the welfare home and focus on this matter. What do you think?"

Dang Dabao was a little conflicted after hearing this. He knew that this was an opportunity given to him by Brother Zhuzi, but he was not sure whether he could do it well.

"Brother Zhuzi, I've never done this before, so I can't guarantee that I can do it well. Also, there's the welfare home here~"

Children who come from welfare homes tend to feel a little inferior, but He Yuzhu believes that Dang Dabao should not be buried and that he deserves a bigger stage.

"Don't worry, Dabao. I will ask the street director Qi to make proper arrangements for the welfare home. You can come back anytime. Also, you have to believe in yourself. You are the best."

It is a happy thing to be recognized by others, especially by your idol.

Dang Dabao also knew that the conditions of the Beijing Welfare House were much better than those in other areas. In addition, because it was located in Beijing, the number of children admitted by the welfare house had been decreasing in recent years... (Those who understand will understand. I don't want to describe it in too much detail, as it may be easily carried away.)

Although I am just an executor, as long as I do my best, I can be regarded as having achieved my goal of taking care of myself when I am poor and helping the world when I am rich.

"Brother Zhuzi, if you trust me, I would like to give it a try, but I have no experience in this area, and you need to guide me through the procedures."

He Yuzhu had thought about this problem a long time ago. The various actions of certain associations in later generations are shameful. This is another important reason why He Yuzhu insisted on setting up a He Foundation.

"Dabao, that's no problem. I'll consult a professional and then take you to complete the formalities."

"Okay, when the time comes, Brother Zhuzi, just call me. If there's nothing else, I'll go back first and stay with them for a while while I can."

Dabao spoke very frankly, and He Yuzhu also felt that he was not doing his job as the honorary dean, so he decided to accompany Dabao to visit the welfare home.

When we arrived at the welfare home, the children there were very familiar with He Yuzhu. They knew that as soon as this uncle came they would have sweet candies to eat. It was not because He Yuzhu was stingy, but mainly because the children were too young, some were in the process of changing teeth, and it was not good for them to eat too much candy.

"Uncle Dean, do you have any candy?"

"Little Rourou, Tangtang doesn't have any. Can we eat ribs?"

The little guy was very conflicted. After hesitating for a long time, he finally nodded sweetly: "Uncle Dean, I still like to eat meat. It can fill me up."

The children’s requirements are simple, they just want to be full. Now most of the children in the orphanage are sick. Fortunately, we have old man Wang Deming. With him, the children may not be cured, but they suffer less, and many children have recovered "miraculously".

This made the old man very happy, and he said that every child who recovered from the welfare home was the greatest achievement of his life.

A group of volunteers came and made the children who loved meat temporarily forget their favorite food and busy themselves with playing games.

He Yuzhu never gets tired of listening to the children's heartfelt laughter.

This is how the world is. Some people do evil, some bring disaster to the country and the people, but there are more mortals who are patching up this broken world.

After personally preparing lunch for the children, He Yuzhu went around each room while the children were eating. Only after seeing that they were eating well and living well did he leave with peace of mind.

Since Li Jiahao was not in Beijing, He Yuzhu finally contacted Standing Committee Member Li directly. He hadn't visited him for a long time, and today happened to be an opportunity.

Member Li now has a heavier burden on his shoulders, and he has even given up his gluttonous habit for a long time.

After receiving He Yuzhu's call, he knew that He Yuzhu would not disturb him unless it was necessary, so he confirmed with his secretary again and again and reserved half an hour for He Yuzhu during lunch time.

He Yuzhu was very content with having half an hour. One cannot decide one's own destiny when in the world, and Uncle Li probably cannot "control" time now.

The next day, He Yuzhu left home at nine o'clock and arrived at a certain sea. He passed the security check early according to the procedures and waited obediently in the reception room for an interview.

Looking at the group of provincial bigwigs in the room, He Yuzhu regretted coming so early. He felt a little out of place.

Fortunately, although the big guys are also curious about who He Yuzhu is, they will never ask.

This made He Yuzhu feel a lot more comfortable, otherwise it would have been really tiring to flatter a large group of people.

I just chatted with the executive vice governor from Shandong Province next to me to kill time.

As everyone was called away for meetings one by one, only He Yuzhu and the deputy governor were left.

"Hello, Comrade Zhuzi. My name is Liu Yuntian."