"Really? I'm so relieved! I was so worried about you just now."
"That's great, this is the best news I've heard today."
"It was donated by that kind person; we must tell everyone so that people all over the world will remember him."
"That's right, firefighter. Who was that kind person? We really want to know."
Looking at these replies, Liu Weicai realized that he really didn't know who donated the equipment. In the past, when individuals donated, there would be banners on the vehicles indicating who donated it. But this convoy had nothing but a sign that read "Supporting Yungang fire equipment vehicles, priority passage".
He quickly asked, "Master, you said these devices were donated by an individual. Who is it? How much did it cost?"
Liu Wei was very grateful after learning that the equipment had arrived so quickly because it was donated by an individual.
"That's incredible! The person who donated is incredibly generous. I heard it's a billion yuan. Anyway, we have a total of three hundred cars that have been dispatched to various regions."
This shocked many firefighters. A billion dollars! That's more money than an ordinary person could earn even if they lived from the time of primitive man.
"Master, who is this kind person? We must report and express our gratitude."
The driver scratched his head sheepishly and said, "I don't know either, but my boss should know. I'll make a call and ask."
The driver took out his phone and made a call.
A deep, resonant male voice came from the other end of the phone: "Master Yang, have you delivered the equipment? I saw on the news that the fire site is severely lacking in equipment, and many roads are blocked by debris from the explosion. The situation is very urgent."
"Mr. Li, don't worry, we have already delivered to three convoys, and we are still working on the rest."
"That's good. You all must be careful."
"Okay, Mr. Li. I have a question for you. Who donated this large batch of equipment?"
Why are you asking this if there's nothing wrong?
"No, it was the firefighters who asked. They said that this batch of equipment saved the lives of many of their comrades and, more importantly, saved the future of Yungang. They had to report it."
Master Yang explained.
"Oh, I see!"
After speaking, the person on the other end was silent for a while. "Originally, I was asked not to disclose this information, but I feel that good people should not be unjustly accused and wronged. Tell them that these devices were donated by Chen Feng, who has been severely criticized online."
In a building in a certain city, after hanging up the phone, Mr. Li looked at the printed photo of Chen Feng on his desk, bowed, and looked proud.
"As expected of Chen Feng, his vision, his mind, his actions are truly remarkable. It's laughable that those online trolls are still cursing like idiots. I wonder if they will feel ashamed when they learn about Chen Feng's grand gesture."
At the scene of the explosion in Yungang, Mr. Yang was stunned for a moment, then hung up the phone and said to Liu Wei, "Our boss said it was donated by Chen Feng. Who is Chen Feng?"
For a driver who drives all day, music is his most frequent companion. Although Mr. Yang likes to listen to songs, he never pays attention to who sings them.
But Master Yang's words not only stunned Liu Wei, but also Chen Xiao and the others.
Chen Feng?
One billion?
"Is it Chen Feng? He donated 1 billion yuan worth of equipment, but people online are still criticizing him for being stingy?"
Looking at Chen Feng on his phone, who was being relentlessly attacked, Liu Wei was momentarily lost in confusion.
"Chen Feng? Uncle Yang, are you talking about the Wind God? Good heavens, you don't even know the Wind God?"
A young driver who looked to be in his early twenties looked at his team leader in disbelief and continued, "Uncle Yang, how can you say you don't know Chen Feng?"
Master Yang looked at the young man with a puzzled expression and said, "I don't know him."
"You don't recognize them? Then why do you listen to songs like 'Dusk,' 'Hometown,' 'The You of the Past,' 'Xiao Wei,' 'A Thousand Reasons to Be Sad,' and 'Jiangnan' in your car every day?"
The young driver asked, puzzled.
"You mean to say that these songs are all sung by a singer named Chen Feng?"
Master Yang was stunned.
Everyone was speechless upon seeing this.
"Uncle Yang, are you the kind of person who likes to listen to songs but never cares who the singer is? That's not surprising. But I can tell you that every song you think sounds good is sung by someone else, the lyrics and music are written by someone else, and most importantly, he is the only god-level singer in our Hua Entertainment industry."
The young man's talk of hand and foot dances seemed to be about himself.
The firefighters were all young, and they knew Chen Feng and Liu Wei. They stood up and looked at their captain.
"Captain, since Fengshen donated 1 billion yuan worth of equipment to save us and Yungang, this is a tremendous contribution and a great favor. We can't let him be scolded."
Chen Xiao was stunned. "Get scolded? Who dares to scold him?"
Liu Wei didn't say anything, but handed the phone directly to Chen Xiao. A group of people gathered around to take a look, and they immediately became agitated.
It turns out that Chen Feng's donation was very low-key and he never made any explanation, which led to countless people on the Internet cursing him. Some people even gathered at Fengyu Building on the special day of Lunar New Year's Eve, preparing to cause trouble.
"Comrades, Liu Wei is right. Our benefactor does not want to leave his name, but we cannot be ungrateful. His good deeds have saved millions of people, saved Yungang, and saved us. If it weren't for his equipment appearing in time, we would be burned to a crisp now, and Warehouse No. 9 might have exploded as well. The losses would be incalculable."
Chen Xiao stood up and said, "More importantly, all the comrades and soldiers we sacrificed were sacrificed in vain."
"But because of Chen Feng's equipment, we survived. Only by surviving can we remember them, fulfill our filial duties, and protect their children."
"The captain is right. Our benefactor did not want to be photographed. We will clear his name."
Chen Xiao consulted his superiors, who listened on the phone for a while and said, "I was wondering why so many pieces of equipment and civilian trucks appeared at the fire sites in different areas at the same time. This Chen Feng is a good man. He not only solved our major problem of insufficient equipment, but also saved the entire Yungang and saved us."
“You’re absolutely right. There’s a lot of misunderstanding about Chen Feng online right now. No matter how much he doesn’t care, we must repay his kindness. I will also report this matter to the top leadership.”
"Now, I order all comrades who have completed the first phase of firefighting to pick up their phones and let their families and friends know they are safe. Then, go online and clear the name of our benefactor."
In an instant, all the firefighters who had completed their missions in Yungang, except for those still fighting the fire, began to carry out their tasks.
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