Sen Luoluo is also an orphan.
Unlike many orphans in the orphanage, she was not abandoned by her parents. On the contrary, her parents treated her very well.
When she was four years old, her parents had an accident and she was left alone.
Because her illness was a huge money-sucking black hole, none of her relatives adopted her, so she was sent to an orphanage.
She still remembers that when she was six years old, a high fever almost took her life.
It was the director who stayed by her bedside in the hospital, wiped her whole body with a wet towel every night, and encouraged her, which helped her get through that difficult time.
Later, when she was suffering from illness, it was the elderly people in the orphanage who accompanied her and comforted her.
Aunt Ji from the orphanage has a scar on her arm. It was caused by an accidental scratch when she was suffering from illness as a child.
They were so good to her, how could she not repay them?
For Sen Luoluo, she did not feel wronged at all about donating nearly 70 million to the orphanage.
If 70 million is not enough by then, she will still have more money to take out.
It’s just that this money cannot be taken out together.
After talking with the director for a few words, Sen Luoluo went to the kitchen of the orphanage.
She put the cake squeezed into the baking pan into the oven and wiped the sweat off her face.
It's time for the director to install an air conditioner in the kitchen. After cooking for more than a hundred children and adults every day, her clothes and the chef's clothes are wet.
After baking the cake, Sen Luoluo took a spoon and started to make soup.
She is the one who cooks simple meals.
The soup is almost ready and the dean is coming.
"Lolo, someone just told me that he wants to donate money to our orphanage."
"How much do you want to donate?" Sen Luoluo asked.
The amount of donation must be huge to make the dean run over so nervously.
The dean stretched out five fingers, panting.
"Five hundred thousand?" Sen Luoluo guessed, "It's indeed a lot!"
There are actually quite a few entrepreneurs who donate to them, but most of the corporate donations are for advertising purposes.
Fifty thousand at a time is considered a lot.
Five hundred thousand is indeed rare.
This amount of money is almost enough to cover the surgery and medical expenses for a child to grow into an adult.
After all, most of the children in their orphanage suffer from rare diseases.
The kind that requires constant medication from birth to death.
If you are like Yanyan, who has both congenital heart disease and leukemia, 500,000 yuan is only enough for two operations.
"No, it's 500 million!" The dean directly stated the number.
She was also shocked when the man said he would donate so much money.
Five hundred million is enough to support two more orphanages.
"Lolo, there's a condition for him to donate," the dean said in embarrassment. "He said he can donate, but he wants you to work at his company."
"Me?" Sen Luoluo pointed at himself.
How does the entrepreneur’s donation have anything to do with her?
"Yes, you. He also said that if you go, he will give you a salary of 200,000 yuan a month. If that doesn't work out, daily pay is also fine, 20,000 yuan a day."
Clang!
The spoon in Sen Luoluo's hand fell to the ground.
"Lolo, don't get excited. If you don't want to go, then we won't go. It's just 200,000 yuan a month. We can't let you sell yourself to him!" The dean picked up the spoon.
"Dean, where is the person you mentioned?"
"In the dean's office, he..."
Before the dean could finish his words, Sen Luoluo ran out of the kitchen.
"Lolo, you're wrong. You're going the wrong way. The office is behind you."
After hearing what the dean said, Sen Luoluo turned and ran in the other direction.
"What's so exciting about this kid?"
Thinking that her monthly salary was only 6,000 yuan and she had to subsidize nearly half of it to the orphanage, the smile on the director's face disappeared.
If it were her, she would be more excited than Sen Luoluo.
A minute later, Sen Luoluo ran to the door of the dean's office. She took off her apron, took a deep breath, and pushed open the office door.
There was no one in the office, which could be scanned at a glance, except for the creaking electric fan on the ceiling.
Sen Luoluo lowered his head and smiled at himself.
What on earth is she expecting?
It was incredible that she could travel through scripts one after another. How could the characters made up of piles of words in the scripts come to the real world?
She turned around dejectedly, and a long shadow appeared on the ground.
Sen Luoluo looked up, and Chen Zhuochi's resentful voice appeared.
“Mrs. Shen, did you forget me when you left?”
(over)
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