After dinner, on the way back to Wang Yumei, Li Baolong said, "I have a Longteng Welfare Foundation in Sansheng Township, Rongcheng. You can go there for an internship if you have time. The boss is Ma Ru. Just mention my name, and she'll arrange everything for you." Wang Yumei nodded thoughtfully and said, "Okay, I'll go check it out in a few days."

Li Baolong drove back to Xiaoru's place. As soon as he entered the company courtyard, he was surprised to find it completely full of cars. Xiaoyu ran over, anxiously saying, "Brother Baolong, Sister Xiaoru has been incredibly busy today. Officials from Yunnan and Guizhou provinces have all come to report on their work. The statistics will be out tomorrow, and the number of people targeted for poverty alleviation this time is sure to be a record high." Li Baolong waved his hand dismissively, saying, "Don't worry about spending money. As long as they are truly in need of assistance, we must help them." Without bothering Xiaoru any longer, he drove home.

Around midnight, Xiaoru dragged her leaden legs home slowly. She was exhausted after a long day. Li Baolong had just finished his daily meditation practice when he opened his eyes and saw the weary Xiaoru walk into the living room. Li Baolong felt a pang of heartache and quickly got up to greet her, saying with concern, "You've worked so hard!" Xiaoru forced a smile and said softly, "I'm not tired." Although her voice was a little weak, the determination in her eyes was bright.

The two sat down and started talking about the company's announcement a few days ago about providing aid to impoverished families in Yunnan, Guizhou, and Sichuan. This news had caused quite a stir, with all sorts of opinions circulating. Many suspected it was just a publicity stunt by the company to attract attention and boost its brand awareness.

Li Baolong remained calm and composed despite the doubts. He said, "Don't worry, we'll advertise on TV tomorrow, and all the major newspapers will publish the news. We'll first select the 10,000 poorest families and children who are most in need of assistance and give each of them 10,000 yuan in cash. When distributing the money, we must arrange for someone to record and photograph it to publicize our good deeds and let everyone know that we genuinely want to help people."

After saying that, Li Baolong walked to the bedside, lay down, closed his eyes, and the scene of his cultivation just now floated into his mind. He thought to himself that he was only a tiny bit away from the ninth level of Daoist cultivation. He secretly calculated that if his donation of 10 billion to charity went smoothly, the reputation points he earned would definitely help him break through this bottleneck.