Chapter 30: Clear Water, No Fish
The news of the minor car accident finally reached Mr. Ming's ears.
But fortunately Mingzhu was safe and sound.
The driver was not fired and continued to work for the Ming family.
As for the boy who delivered the food.
Uncle Zhou has already checked his background thoroughly; he is just a child with a miserable life.
Old Master Ming had no intention of making things difficult for him and felt that Mingzhu's way of handling the matter was appropriate.
After the grandfather and grandson had dinner together.
Mingzhu took out the note left by the old Zen master and showed it to Mr. Ming.
The word "goodness" made her think for the whole afternoon.
"The old Zen master probably wants me to do more good deeds." Mingzhu held her chin with one hand and unconsciously stroked the teacup with the other. "But besides money, I don't seem to have anything else to offer."
In this world, those who truly need help are often hidden beneath the surface of prosperity.
What appears before Mingzhu's eyes is always a beautiful scene that has been carefully embellished.
"I've seen people throwing money on the street abroad before..." Mingzhu touched her chin and suddenly had an idea. "Why don't I try it tomorrow?"
She nodded to herself, thinking it was a good idea.
Even if only one out of a hundred people really needs help, she has done a good thing.
As for those who join in the fun and pick up money, just consider it as a way to share in the good luck.
Old Master Ming looked at the words on the note and pondered. Before he could figure it out, he was amused by her words.
"Silly girl, there's no reason to throw money on the street."
After all, the situation abroad is different from that in China. Throwing money on the street is illegal.
Mr. Ming thought about it and made another suggestion, "Zhuzhu can start with the company's charity foundation."
"Okay!" Mingzhu's eyes lit up and she stopped worrying. "Then I'll go to work with Grandpa tomorrow."
Old Master Ming and Uncle Zhou looked at each other and laughed out loud at the same time.
Early in the morning, an exquisite walnut desk appeared in the president's office on the top floor of Ming Group.
Uncle Zhou arranged for someone to prepare it overnight, and there was also a cute pot of succulent plants on the table.
Even the height is tailored to Mingzhu's figure.
Specially for Mingzhu to use at work, it belongs to her alone.
It was placed next to Mr. Ming's broad desk.
It is especially like the ancient emperors teaching the crown prince who has not yet taken power in the imperial study.
Mingzhu looked at this small desk that looked like it was made for playing house, feeling both angry and amused.
Grandpa and Uncle Zhou still treat her like a child.
"Miss, this is all the information about the foundation."
Uncle Zhou gently placed the thick documents in front of Mingzhu, his smile full of kindness.
But Mingzhu still sat down in a welcoming manner, smiling sweetly, "Thank you, Grandpa and Uncle Zhou."
Old Master Ming sat aside and watched Mingzhu sitting down and flipping through the documents with great interest. The smile in the corner of his eyes deepened a little.
Old Master Ming originally thought that Mingzhu would get bored after watching it for a while.
After all, Mingzhu is playful and has never been stable since childhood.
But when Uncle Zhou had already changed the fourth pot of tea.
Mingzhu was still concentrating on reading the documents.
Even Mr. Ming couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
"Grandpa, something's wrong here."
Mingzhu suddenly raised her head and pointed her finger at a set of data.
Mr. Ming put down the pen he was signing with and, to appear serious, said, "Mr. Ming, what are your thoughts?"
Mingzhu was amused at first by the name, but then said seriously, "The foundation allocates 300 million yuan annually, but its current expenditures have only been three batches of poverty alleviation supplies and some scholarships. Why are they applying for an additional 200 million yuan?"
"That's a good question." The old man nodded approvingly.
But even if Mingzhu was just asking a very simple question.
The old man would still praise with a smile on his face.
But Mr. Ming sighed and explained the reason in detail, "Whether it's those official institutions or private foundations like ours, there's only one principle for their operations."
Seeing Mingzhu thoughtful, Old Man Ming continued to explain: "This money is like passing through a sieve, layer by layer, and some will always leak out before it can flow down. We give the management a generous salary package so that they can make a profit, and then they will do the work. If we are too stingy..."
Mr. Ming paused meaningfully, "In the end, what reaches the hands of those who really need it may not even be half of what it is now."
What seems like extra money is actually ensuring the effective operation of funds.
"Then why not just replace the head of the foundation?" Mingzhu asked in confusion.
The old man shook his head, picked up his teacup and took a sip. "Newcomers will still reach out... In this world, no one will complain about having too much money."
He added, "But Zhuzhu, when the water is too clear, there are no fish. Some things don't need to be taken too seriously."
"By the way," the old man picked up his teacup, looked at Mingzhu, and casually said, "They are going to send a batch of teaching materials to the mountainous area next month. You can go to the warehouse with the project team tomorrow to inspect the goods."
He glanced at Uncle Zhou and said, "Old Zhou, you make the arrangements and just say he's a new intern."
Uncle Zhou smiled knowingly when he heard this.
The old man wants the young lady to experience the working life firsthand.
Go and take a look at the materials that have gone through layers of approval.
How many of the items actually match the reported list?
Some parasites are becoming more and more greedy, and it's time to give them a good beating.
"I understand." Mingzhu was indeed quite curious.
Many things are like carefully wrapped gift boxes.
Only by opening it yourself can you see whether it contains treasures or rubbish.
After lunch, Mr. Ming and Uncle Zhou both went for a nap. They were old and couldn’t hold on without a nap.
Mingzhu doesn't have the habit of taking naps.
I lazily curled up on the sofa in the office, my fingers casually swiping the small games on my mobile phone.
After her rebirth, she had no interest in eating, drinking and having fun, and became very quiet.
The screen flashed, and Lin Huaiyan's caller ID popped up.
"Zhuzhu, why didn't you tell me you were coming back?" Lin Huaiyan's gentle voice came from the other end of the phone. "Let's get together tonight to welcome you."
Mingzhu changed to a more comfortable position: "I've been a little busy recently..."
"I know everything," Lin Huaiyan chuckled. "Grandpa Ming called my grandfather this morning to show off, saying that you worked hard at the company all morning."
His tone was somewhat teasing, "I deliberately waited until lunch break before disturbing Mr. Ming."
Mingzhu was amused: "Don't give me that."
She glanced at her phone and said, "But... we can have dinner together tomorrow night. Don't invite anyone else. It will be noisy if there are too many people."
"It's a deal then," Lin Huaiyan's voice brightened. "I'll pick you up tomorrow evening at six."
After hanging up the phone, Mingzhu stared out the window in a daze.
No matter what the word "good" means, doing good and accumulating virtue will always bring you blessings.
Just think of it as praying for Grandpa and Uncle Zhou, hoping that they can live a long and healthy life.
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