"Then draft the agreement and raise funds from the community."
"There must be at least five board members by then."
"However, as the initiator of the foundation’s fundraising, Miss Yu, you may need to prepare at least one percent of the total fund-raising amount from your own capital, which means that at least one percent of the total amount raised should be contributed by you."
...
...
"Okay, it’s not a problem if we can’t raise much money in a short period. I can contribute thirty to forty percent."
"As long as we have enough staff."
"Most responsibilities will be yours, including staff arrangements. Do whatever you want, just let me know."
Although Yu Ting did not fully understand, she listened carefully and made her judgement. After rolling her eyes thoughtfully, she felt it was necessary to guard against any malpractice, and added, "Just work diligently. I’ll conduct random checks frequently."
Yu Ting’s definition of ’frequently’ probably means every two or three months.
"Alright, I will definitely live up to your expectations, Miss Yu."
Hao Ling immediately agreed with a genuine smile on her face, then shared her beautiful plans for the future with Yu Ting.
If such and such happens, she will act in such and such ways.
Yu Ting commented: Not bad, keep up the good work.
While the two were chatting inside the lounge, Wen Shan and Xie Qiuping were also having their conversation at another place.
To avoid misunderstandings, they did not go into a closed lounge for their conversation, but chose a quiet corner in the open space outside.
Wen Shan, with a cultured smile said, "First, jot down all the clues you know, then I’ll call someone over."
"Yes, Mister Wen."
With the brief conversation finished, Xie Qiuping leaned over, took the pen from the table, and started to speedily write on the paper.
Meanwhile, Wen Shan sat on a soft chair, dialing a number.
The phone was quickly answered after a ring or two.
Then Wen Shan directly went to the main point, "Is Team Two available? Come over here. I have a task for you."
A deep masculine voice came from the other end, "Ah... Mr. Wen, sure, I’ll be there soon."
...
Twenty minutes later.
The conversation between Yu Ting and Hao Ling had strayed quite far from their original topic. Even though the foundation still had only a few people, Hao Ling had already proposed plans for potential expansion in the future. Yu Ting’s ears almost grew calluses from all her talking, and the chatter lasted no less than five minutes.
"Yes, I think you’re right."
"Good, nice idea."
"Mm, I see your point."
"Mm-mmm, okay."
...
"I’m a little hungry. Ms. Hao, you can go back and prepare for the foundation." Seeing Hao Ling’s look of wanting to say more, Yu Ting quickly changed the subject and made a suggestion.
Hearing this, Hao Ling readily agreed.
After finishing their conversation, they both left the lounge.
Hao Ling had to prepare meticulously for the operation of the foundation, while Yu Ting was going home for dinner.
As Yu Ting took a step and a half out of the lounge door, she immediately saw Yu Ziwen, who had just rushed in from outside.
He wore a military green shirt with a black vest, the vest pocket-filled and the pants tucked into his boots for easy movement.
The vibrant spring had passed, but his short hair hadn’t grown back yet.
Perhaps he had been in a hurry, there was still a bit of stubble on his chin.
He was every inch the tough man.
Yu Ting saw Yu Ziwen, who also saw her. He glanced at her, then at the petite and likely defenseless Hao Ling standing next to her.
Finally, he glanced into the small, dimly lit lounge.
"...."
"Yu Ting, are you... keeping people prisoner during the day?"
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