Perhaps because Su Man wasn't like other children who cried and made a fuss and were annoying, Fu Jin became more patient. "To let everyone know that uncle is a good person."
"I see."
Su Man's grape-like eyes rolled around, and she immediately said, "But there are always a lot of good people here. Being a good person is too common. If Uncle can beat the bad guys away, he'll be a hero. Heroes are much cooler than good people."
hero.
Fu Jin licked his back teeth. It was true. With so many wealthy businessmen donating, even if it were published in the newspapers, it wouldn't necessarily have much impact. But if his presence could uncover something deeper...
Thinking of this, he bent down, "If you want me to be a hero, you may have to suffer a little."
Su Man was waiting for him to say this. She nodded heavily and said, "I love to endure hardships the most."
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A few minutes later, Fu Jin grabbed Su Man by the collar and threw her to Zhao Yumei, "Take it."
Although Fu Jin looked disgusted, Zhao Yumei breathed a sigh of relief. "What's wrong, Mr. Fu? Did this child offend you in some way?"
"Is it an offense? Not really. It's just that she got all my clothes dirty."
"I'm so sorry, I told you this kid is naughty. Look at how he messed up your clothes... uh..."
Zhao Yumei stretched out her finger and drew for a long time, but couldn't see where it was dirty. She asked tentatively, "Where did you say it was dirty?"
Fu Jin pointed to the mud spot on his cuff, no bigger than a sesame seed, and said, "Here."
Zhao Yumei rubbed her eyes, finally seeing it clearly. "I see it, I see it. What, it's such a big mud spot. How about I wipe it off for you?"
"No, I'll just go home and change."
"Go home? Our donation campaign hasn't even started yet, why are you going home?" Zhao Yumei asked carefully.
Fu Jin said calmly, "I don't want to support such an impolite child. I've already contacted the radio station and told them not to come. This donation is cancelled."
"What? Cancelled?"
Zhao Yumei panicked. How could this be possible?
"Mr. Fu, we've already agreed on this. We can't go back on our word. Well, how about you beat up this kid to vent your anger? If that doesn't work, you can beat me up too, but you can't cancel this donation."
Fu Jin sneered, "You say it's impossible? It's my money, I donate it if I want to, and I don't donate it if I don't want to. Why do you need to tell me what to do?"
"Yes, yes, Mr. Fu, I said I did it, that...what I mean is..."
Before Zhao Yumei could think of how to explain, Fu Jin interrupted her and said, "I still have something to do. I'm leaving now."
"Hey, Mr. Fu, wait a minute... Mr. Fu!"
“…”
Zhao Yumei ran and jumped after him, but she didn't even touch the back of Fu Jin's head. She just filled her stomach with car exhaust fumes.
The duck that had been in her hand flew away. Zhao Yumei was so angry that she cursed. She rushed back to the classroom in two steps and kicked the door open. "Xiaoman! You damn bastard, get out here!"
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