Song Hengjue swallowed hard. Given Yang Qingheng's lecherous nature, she might actually do it if she saw someone good-looking.

As soon as Yang Qingheng entered the company, she sneezed, touched her nose, grabbed her bag, and went straight into the office. Several shareholders who were talking inside fell silent when they saw her come in, exchanged glances, and pulled out chairs to sit down.

"Thank you all for making this trip. The main reason I'm here today is to discuss the welfare home's funding. Since the company was established, we've been allocating 8% of the welfare home's profits annually. I learned recently that some shareholders have objections to this funding, so please feel free to speak your minds at this meeting." Yang Qingheng nodded politely, crossed her hands in front of her, and glanced at the people below, her tone revealing no emotion.

The shareholders exchanged glances, and Pan Fuyang, who was at the front, spoke first: "President Yang, I know you feel sorry for the children in the welfare home, and we didn't object to sponsoring them at first, but... our resources for charity are limited, and over the years, the company's profits have increased, and the amount of sponsorship has already tripled. I think we can appropriately reduce the amount."

Yang Qingheng understood that the issue stemmed from dissatisfaction with the excessive amount of funding provided to the welfare home, and a desire to reduce the percentage of funding allocated to it.

"People die for money, birds die for food, it's understandable," she nodded, turning her gaze to the others: "Do the other shareholders have any opinions?"

“I think Fuyang is right. The welfare home can’t rely solely on our company’s efforts; we should reduce the proportion of our contribution.”

“Our company has been selflessly supporting welfare homes for so many years, quietly and without fanfare. But I think we are, after all, a company, not a private individual. We can take this opportunity to promote the company’s image and buy a few newspaper slots.”

“Uncle Jiang is right,” Yang Qingheng agreed. She didn’t like doing charity work for profit, but the company’s profits were being used to fund the welfare home, so there was nothing wrong with thinking that way.

Seeing that Chen Junnian in the corner hadn't spoken, she asked, "Shareholder Chen, how do you think this matter should be adjusted?"

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a man wearing a mask as he entered. She subconsciously glanced at him again. The assistant hired by the HR department looked to have a good figure, with a slim waist and long legs, but he didn't seem very bright.