The two of them were like ordinary friends who had just met, chatting about everything from work to life, from current gossip to TV dramas and movies.
In short, Wu Qiao was deeply shocked by Bian Boyan's knowledge reserves.
"Why, are you surprised?"
"Yes, the boss is very busy every day. I didn't expect you to know so much about the entertainment industry."
Bian Boyan smiled, then stood up, picked up a brown paper bag from the desk and handed it to Wu Qiao.
"Take a look."
Wu Qiao opened the brown paper bag and then opened his mouth in surprise.
"This is... you...?"
At this time, Wu Qiao was holding all the accounts of the charity fund she and Lin Bojia had established.
For three years, Lin Bojia has devoted all his energy to charitable funds.
Maybe I thought it was a task before, but I started doing it because I had a good relationship with Wu Qiao.
But later, Lin Bojia often said that he felt sad when he saw those children having no books to read and no money to treat their illnesses.
So in the past few years, in addition to necessary investments, Lin Bojia has almost always traveled with the team.
Wu Qiao slowly looked through the accounts of the charity funds. She reviewed them every three months but had never calculated them in detail.
It turns out that over the past three years, she, the artists from Xinghai, and their artist friends have donated 1.8 billion yuan to charity.
Among them, she and Lin Bojia donated the largest amount, with Lin Bojia donating 300 million.
And she, a full billion.
Looking at these data, Wu Qiao was amazed, because Xinghai didn't make that much money at all.
Much of this money was earned by Lin Bojia from investing in stocks.
She thought that since she earned it, she would donate it all.
"Your achievements are obvious to all. I am very pleased that Chen Jingang has a wife like you. This is also one of the important reasons why I chose him."
Wu Qiao is so young, doing charity is not just talk.
Although she did not attend in person, the amount of money she donated from 2000 to 2002 was one billion, which was too much.
"Actually, I didn't expect there would be so many. I can make money, so I don't think it's a big deal. Anyway, I can have more children go to school, can go to the hospital when they are sick, and provide more talents for the country. I feel satisfied."
Bian Boyan smiled and nodded, "I know you're not acting, so I've been paying close attention."
There are many artists in China who have done charity work over the years, but none of them has done as big a charity as Wu Qiao.
It has already caught up with China’s official charitable foundation.
And these are nothing, it also encouraged fans to donate money and supplies.
Wu Qiao’s philosophy is very clear: it doesn’t matter if you don’t have money, the extracurricular books, notebooks, and pencils you don’t need can all be used as supplies.
When the fans heard this, they understood that there were indeed many students who donated their unread extracurricular books and even mailed their unworn clothes to the fund's exclusive address.
The staff will then carry out professional disinfection and sorting, and each list will be published in the newspaper.
Bincheng Daily has a page that publishes a list of donors all year round.
Because many students and fans are from other places, Wang Dayu, the president of Bincheng Daily, will publish the list on the Internet.
Then, just search online to find out where your supplies are and who has them.
To be honest, Bian Boyan thinks these practices are very comprehensive.
After all, the foundation does not covet the money and materials of any kind-hearted person.
“Thank you for your attention, leader.”
Wu Qiao placed the account list in his hand on the coffee table and waited for the other party to continue.
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