Chapter 541: Qianqiu Fund

Du Zigui pursed the corners of his lips and stood there without speaking for a long time.

In this way, even a fool can guess whose work it was that his old broken car disappeared in the parking lot without warning.

Fu Nan waited for Du Zigui's response as if he was looking for a treasure.

The car drove over, and the keys were thrown away, but he was answered by a silence like a sea of stones.

Fu Nanxun's heart sank little by little, and he vaguely realized that he was angry.

Du Zigui did suppress his anger, but he didn't show it on his face, but asked him with a smile and a calm tone: "Where is my car?"

Fu Nanxun panicked, the more he listened, the more he felt that something was wrong, and he was unconsciously stunned for a moment, and did not answer directly.

"You took my car, where is it?"

"I don't mean anything," Fu Nanxun swallowed a mouthful of saliva and hurriedly defended himself, "I just wanted to surprise you......"

"Thank you," Du Zigui's tone was still calm, and he refused unhurriedly, "I have my own hands and feet to make money, and if I want something, I will buy it myself." ”

Fu Nanxun thought of his shabby little broken car, and thought of the old pigeon cage community where he lived, and his heart became more and more uncomfortable.

You have income, and you make a lot of it, but you don't want to spend it on yourself.

You won't even be nice to yourself.

Fu Nanxun sighed, changed his words, and changed his strategy slyly: "Who said that they were going to send you a car?"

Du Zigui: "???"

I saw him raise his eyebrows slightly, and said with a smile: "You open Weibo and take a look, you should be able to reach the top few hot searches now." ”

Du Zigui took out his mobile phone from his pocket in disbelief, slid the screen lock to open Weibo.

What does he mean by that?

The next moment, he understood, and #åƒį§‹åŸšé‡‘#四äļŠå­—æ­Ģ挂åœĻįƒ­æœįŽŽäļ€įš„ä―į―ŪäļŠ, along with a red "explosion" that followed him, jumped into his eyes.

Qianqiu Fund?

Du Zigui glanced up at him suspiciously, but saw Fu Nanxun smile slightly: "This is the gift I want to give you." ”

He clicked on the entry, and what jumped into his eyes was a Weibo with pictures and texts.

Recently, initiated by actor Xu Chunqiu and the new generation of idol Fu Nanxun, the famous Peking Opera performance artist Fu Rucheng served as the honorary president, and the public welfare organization 'Qianqiu Art Public Welfare Foundation' jointly funded by Huarong Financial Co., Ltd. and Fujialou Culture Co., Ltd. was officially established. ”

In line with the core concept of researching, protecting, disseminating and promoting the traditional culture of Peking Opera art, the Foundation welcomes voluntary donations of funds and in-kind funds from people and friends from all walks of life, and all the funds raised will be used as special development funds to provide financial support for practitioners in the Peking Opera industry and art groups in financial difficulties. ”

"There is a quintessence called Peking Opera, and there is a spirit called inheritance. Here, we appeal to the whole society to inherit the quintessence of national culture, so that more people can feel the charm of Peking Opera and carry forward the art left by our ancestors......"

The picture is a ribbon-cutting picture, Xu Chunqiu was unable to appear in the picture due to work arrangements, and her agent Tang Ze and an executive of Huarong Financial attended the event on their behalf.

Also present were the three generations of Fu Jialou, as the honorary president, the old man Fu had tears in his eyes, holding a pair of scissors to cut the red silk in his hand. Fu Nanxun was dressed in a decent suit, standing tall to the side, smiling and applauding.

The number of comments and retweets on Weibo is soaring, and countless comments come into his eyes.

"Public welfare is not one person to do a lot, but each of us to do a little bit, friends who have spare energy to act quickly, and Xu Chunqiu to support public welfare and support the development of Peking Opera culture. ”

"Xu Chunqiu and Fu Nanxun, I have been paying attention to them for a long time, this project is really meaningful, it can be said that it is very socially responsible, both of them are very good positive energy artists. ”

"Sometimes the public's ability to actively speak out can really play a role in getting twice the result with half the effort, thanks to Xu Chunqiu and Fu Nanxun. ”

"It's really a dream back to when the two of them went to "Returning to the Garden" together, it was at that time that I entered the pit without hesitation because I heard Xu Chunqiu's beautiful voice, I was still in school at the time, and now I am working, although I have not been able to engage in industries related to this aspect, but I will do my best to support it!"

"The art left by our ancestors is so beautiful, it really deserves to be seen and liked by more people!"

"Only I paid attention to Huarong Finance, Mr. Lu is really a pet, the last time he recorded a variety show, he set aside a sum of money to rescue stray cats, and now he is funding the Qianqiu Fund, and a good financial company is about to make him a public welfare organization. ”

"I was about to cry when I saw the tearful appearance of Old Man Fu in the photo, it is really not easy for Peking Opera to slowly step by step into the public eye......"

“......”

Somewhere in Du Zigui's heart was suddenly touched, and his nose was slightly sour.

Fu Nanxun walked around the front of the sports car, suddenly tightened the distance between himself and him, he patted Du Zigui's back, and said softly: "There are some things that you don't want to carry on your shoulders alone." ”

"We are all working hard for the same goal, you, me, Xu Chunqiu, and many, many others. ”

"We've always been there. ”

Du Zigui raised his eyes, and his heart seemed to be surging with a tide.

He got it.

He actually knows everything about why he doesn't move, why he doesn't buy a car, why he always frequents the old town south of the city.

But he didn't say much, let alone forcefully stop it, but silently took care of everything for him behind his back.

Fu Nanxun has always been well protected, he grew up in a privileged environment, his family provided him with enough cost of trial and error, even if he entered the entertainment industry by mistake, when he wanted to return to Liyuanxing, the door of Fu's house was always open to him.

He thought that Fu Nanxun was a pampered young master, he didn't understand the difficulties and helplessness of the low-level troupe, and even used almost childish means to tow his car away, wishful thinking to stuff what he thought was good to himself.

But at this time, he realized that he had actually gone too far.

There are so many troupes in embarrassing conditions, even if Du Zigui has great ability and squeezes himself dry, the scope of his help is limited.

There was no need for him to push himself so hard and shoulder so many responsibilities alone.

He's long since stopped walking alone.