Mo Laishi was very disgusted with Zheng Zhe.
Although he was raised by his master, to some extent, he was also an orphan.
Zheng Zhe now actually said that children raised in orphanages will become a scourge to society in the future, which Mo Laishi could not tolerate.
The children in this small house are so well-behaved and sensible, more sensible than many children from rich families.
Rather than saying that they will become a disaster in the future, it would be better to say that the man in a suit and tie in front of me is more like a scum who looks bright and beautiful on the surface.
Zheng Zhe raised the corner of his mouth and said jokingly: "I advise you not to deceive yourselves. We have learned a lot about Dean Shen's situation. She..."
Zheng Zhe originally wanted to say that she probably wouldn't live more than a month, but the words stopped abruptly at his lips.
Because at this moment he saw Shen Zhaodi walking out of the room, holding on to the wall.
Although he still looked a little weak, it was obviously not the state of a dying person.
Peng Fengmao also saw it at this time, and immediately let go of Zheng Zhe, ran over to support Shen Zhaodi, and asked with concern: "Adi, why did you come out? Go back and lie down, I'll take care of it here."
Shen Zhaodi waved her hand, showing a long-lost smile and said: "I'm fine, Doctor Mo has helped me control the disease, and I am much better now."
Only then did Peng Fengmao realize that Shen Zhaodi's face had become much rosier. She looked like a completely different person compared to when she was lying on the bed before.
"Are you...are you really okay?" Peng Fengmao was quite excited and stuttered a little.
"Impossible, how could you get better?" Zheng Zhe suddenly shouted, his face full of disbelief.
Mo Laishi shot a sharp gaze at Zheng Zhe and asked in an extremely cold voice, "How do you know it's impossible?"
Zheng Zhe felt Mo Laishi's gaze and couldn't help but take a step back.
"I...I..." Zheng Zhe muttered for a long time but couldn't say a word.
At this time, Shen Zhaodi said to Jin Mingda: "Old Jin, I have caused you trouble over the years. If you want to sell the welfare home, then sell it."
"Adi, this..." Peng Fengmao became anxious when he heard this.
"It's okay. The purpose of opening the welfare home was to do my best to help those helpless children. Even if the welfare home is gone, I will continue to take care of them, no matter where I am." Shen Zhaodi smiled from the bottom of her heart.
Jin Mingda lowered his head in shame, not even daring to look at Shen Zhaodi.
"Mr. Jin, have you signed the sales agreement with Jiali Real Estate?" Morais suddenly asked at this time.
"Not yet." Jin Mingda said truthfully.
"Then how much do they plan to pay for your land?" Morales continued to ask.
"Thirty million! This is the final offer they gave me." Jin Mingda did not hide anything.
"Okay, then if we also offer 30 million, would you be willing to sell the land to us and continue to keep the welfare home?"
Jin Mingda didn't even think about it and blurted out, "Of course you can."
In fact, if his son had not asked him to immigrate, he would not have had the heart to sell the welfare home. Now that someone is willing to buy it and preserve the welfare home, it is naturally the best outcome.
"Mr. Jin, we have already discussed this before. Besides, does this guy look like someone who can afford 30 million?" Zheng Zhe became anxious when he heard this.
"Since I said I want to buy it, I can naturally afford it. Mr. Jin, give me three days. After three days, I will take out the 30 million without a penny less." Mo Laishi smiled confidently.
Jin Mingda pondered for a moment, then said, "Okay, if you can come up with 30 million in three days, I will sell the orphanage to you."
"Mr. Jin, you can't do this." Zheng Zhe said angrily, the professional smile on his face had long disappeared.
They were originally going to sign the contract this afternoon, but Jin Mingda said he would come and inform Shen Zhaodi, so Zheng Zhe wanted to follow him and show off in front of Shen Zhaodi.
Didn’t you refuse to sell it to me before?
Now you see, I still bought the welfare home.
But what Zheng Zhe didn't expect was that Cheng Yaojin would appear out of nowhere, making his original plan very likely to fail.
This is really shooting oneself in the foot.
"Mr. Zheng, it's just three days. Just wait for three more days." Jin Mingda said firmly.
Zheng Zhe had a gloomy face and stopped talking.
"Then Dean Shen, you should have a good rest. We will leave first." Jin Mingda said with a smile.
"Okay, then take care. I won't see you off." Shen Zhaodi also responded with a gentle smile.
After a few people left, a group of children surrounded them and chattered non-stop.
"Dean, are you feeling better?"
"Director, now that you're better, can we go back to the welfare home?"
"Dean, this is a painting I drew for you."
A child took out his own painting and handed it to Shen Zhaodi.
Shen Zhaodi took the painting. In the painting, there were two adults standing in the middle, with twelve children standing side by side.
Everyone in the painting has a smiling face and is holding hands. There are white clouds, the sun, and birds in the sky.
Although the painting is simple, it is very warm.
Shen Zhaodi looked at the painting and shed tears of emotion.
She touched the head of the child who delivered the painting, and then said to the older children, "Xiaoyi, Xiaoqin, Xiaohao, Xiaoming, you have worked hard during this period."
Several children said in unison: "It's not hard."
Then everyone laughed.
Back in the room, Peng Fengmao helped Shen Zhaodi sit down.
He was feeling both happy and anxious at the moment. He asked Mo Laishi, "Doctor Mo, can A-Di's illness be cured?"
“It’s not a big problem, but I still have to wait for a friend of mine. As long as he comes, Dean Shen’s illness can be completely cured.” Mo Laishi said with a smile.
Peng Fengmao was overjoyed when he heard this, but he also said with some concern: "You just said you wanted to buy the welfare home, is that true? That would cost a lot of money."
"Don't worry about the money, I will find a way." Mo Laishi remained calm.
He now has some money in his hands. He had taken 10 million from Feng Xiuwen before, but this was far from enough, so he had to find a way to get some more money.
"Doctor Mo, I'm very grateful for treating me, but you'd better not get involved in the welfare home's affairs. Thirty million is not a small amount of money, so don't act on impulse." Shen Zhaodi advised.
She knew that the welfare home could not make money, and if Morais really invested 30 million, it would be a waste of money.
Shen Zhaodi didn't want Mo Laishi to waste the money in vain.
"Don't worry, Dean Shen, I know what I'm doing. In three days, you and those children will be able to return to the welfare home."
Mo Laishi's sonorous words and determined eyes stopped Shen Zhaodi from saying anything.
Thousands of words finally converged into two words: "Thank you."
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