Fu Song turned his head to look at Jiao Yucheng, and suddenly smiled and said, "If I say I don't have any feelings, would you believe me?"
Jiao Yucheng said: "Of course I don't believe it."
Fu Song asked: "Why?"
"Because you're a good person."
Fu Song scratched his head and said nothing.
Jiao Yucheng suddenly sighed: "This is where I used to work.
In fact, I am not from the countryside, and my ambitions since childhood have nothing to do with agriculture.
It was just a coincidence that I was assigned to help out at the Ministry of Agriculture, and then I ended up here.
At that time, my main area of responsibility was plant hybrid breeding, and I achieved considerable results in this area.
Later, I received a transfer order from my original unit, but I rejected it outright.”
After saying that, he looked at Fu Song and said, "You know what? From childhood to adulthood, I have never thought that people can be so poor.
The land here only produces one crop per year. If crops like wheat are planted, the annual profit per mu of land is only 1,500 yuan.
A family of four has a total income of only 6,000 yuan.
Of course, it is better to make economic mistakes in planting, but even if you work them to death in the land, one acre of land cannot earn more than 3,000 yuan.
3,000 yuan!
From then on, I was determined to change this situation.
For this, I gave up the comfortable life that was within my reach.
Maybe I am stupid for doing this, but what is more terrifying is that I don’t see any hope at all, the hope of making them rich.”
At this point, Jiao Yucheng looked at Fu Song's expression and suddenly became extremely serious: "But some things have to be done by someone.
If you run away and I run away, what will happen to this group of people?
So I really implore you to find a way to help them.
Maybe a few acres of watermelon fields are nothing to you, but in the eyes of these people, they are everything to them."
Fu Song was silent.
After thinking for a while, he raised his head and asked, "Lao Jiao, please let me call you Lao Jiao.
You are a good person, and of course, a good official.
So you can work part-time while being an official?"
Jiao Yucheng was stunned for a moment. He never expected Fu Song's change of topic to be so abrupt:
"That depends on what I do part-time. As a civil servant, I can't do business."
Fu Songdao said: "It's not business, but charity. I have a charity company and I want you to be the person in charge."
This is what Fu Song suddenly thought of.
The Yaoshen Fund has been established for a long time, but there has been no person in charge.
Normally, the business of Yaoshen Fund is mainly to help patients with chronic myeloid leukemia.
The general operating mode is that the basic information and authenticity of chronic myeloid leukemia patients are determined by the people below, and finally Fu Song is responsible for signing and issuing subsidies based on the other party's situation.
Simple and direct.
This was fine at the beginning, but after chronic myeloid leukemia was included in medical insurance, the role of the Yaoshen Fund was no longer significant.
Because most chronic leukemia patients can already afford the medicine, what Fu Song can do is to help them reduce some of the costs.
The reason why the person in charge has not been determined is not because Mr. Fu cannot find someone with the corresponding capabilities.
However, this position of person in charge requires extremely high quality of people. Fu Song had interviewed seven or eight people, but none of them satisfied him.
It was not until he and Jiao Yucheng got to know each other these two days that Fu Song immediately realized that the person in charge of the Yaoshen Fund was tailor-made for Jiao Yucheng.
Jiao Yucheng frowned instantly and said, "Fund management is not my specialty. If you have experience in agriculture..."
Fu Song interrupted him directly: "If you are willing to help me, I will help you find a way to sell watermelons at a high price."
Jiao Yucheng's eyes lit up: "Are you telling the truth?"
Fu Song laughed and said, "Of course it's true. If not, I can buy all the watermelons you have with my own money."
Upon hearing this, Jiao Yucheng couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.
Buy all the watermelons...
However, from Hao Yuezhu, he already had some understanding of Fu Song's strength.
He knew that the other party was fully capable of doing it.
"Okay, I agree."
Fu Song jumped up upon hearing this. He hurriedly took out a few pages of paper from his backpack and said, "Sign on them quickly. Don't regret it."
Jiao Yucheng was a little amused but still signed.
Since he had promised Fu Song, Jiao Yucheng decided to do his best.
He asked, "How much money is in your Yaoshen Fund? What are the specific businesses? What are my main responsibilities?"
Speaking of this, Fu Song's face was a little confused: "Wait a moment, let me ask."
Soon, he smiled and said, “As of 12 noon yesterday, the Medicine God Fund has received a total of 2.713 billion in donations.
As for specific business, the main focus now is to help patients with chronic myeloid leukemia.
However, the current assistance to this group is no longer of much significance.
Originally I didn’t have much time for management, but now with your help, I can develop some new businesses.
But what to do specifically? It’s up to you.”
Jiao Yucheng couldn't believe his ears. "What did you say? How much donations did the Medicine God Foundation have in total?"
Fu Song looked at him: "2.713 billion, is there a problem?"
It took Jiao Yucheng a long time to react. He muttered, "2.713 billion, 2.713 billion..."
Fu Song had already expected Jiao Yucheng's situation.
He stood by and reminded with a smile: "Is this amount of money okay?
Since you care so much about agriculture and farmers, I suggest that part of it can be used for agriculture.
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