"Really?" Lin Zhenyuan looked at the assistant standing upright next to him with a suspicious face.

"That's right, the chairman, the live broadcast on the TV station starts at 9:30, from home to the TV station, it only takes 15 minutes, the young master will take another 10 minutes to finish breakfast, and then make a little preparation, and you can arrive at least 10 minutes in advance, which is completely in time. The assistant hurriedly responded seriously.

After saying that, he got an affirmative look from Lin Jiahao.

This kid is so slippery that at first glance it sounds like the real thing.

"In that case, let's eat it quickly. Lin Zhenyuan was also relieved and sat down to eat with Lin Jiahao.

Seeing this, Lin Jiahao originally wanted to ask about the feedback on the situation of Cao Ning, who was in charge of staring at Cao Ning in the past two days, so he could only let it go for the time being.

"Oh yes!" Lin Zhenyuan said suddenly.

"Dad, didn't you say that you don't eat and sleep?" Lin Jiahao annoyed the old man the most, and suddenly said "yes", and what he said after that would inevitably be a headache for him.

"Is your kid too stuck?!" Lin Zhenyuan was not annoyed, his son was really old and unmanaged.

"Okay, okay! You can be liberalistic to Marxism-Leninism and self-liberalism, I can't theorize about you, you say, say!" Lin Jiahao quickly relented, but he was clearly protesting softly.

"You ......" Lin Zhenyuan felt that he could be angry with this son within three sentences every time.

"Say it, or the TV station will be late. ”

Lin Jiahao directly ignored his father's angry eyes and desperately pulled the food in front of him. Rather than playing a big name and going to the TV station later, he has to face the old man at this time, he would rather be on the TV station, bubble female reporter, female host or something.

Although Lin Zhenyuan was angry about his son's attitude, he could only accept it helplessly, so he said the right thing: "Did you donate the three million?"

“……”

Regarding the three million that his father suddenly asked, Lin Jiahao didn't know how to answer in an instant.

"Don't tell me you're stealing this money again!"

Seeing that his son's expression was wrong, Lin Zhenyuan immediately slapped the chopsticks.

"How...... How is that possible!...... of course Donate!" Lin Jiahao hurriedly denied.

In other words, if this money is donated to charity, there is a basis, and it will cost three million to buy materials for the welfare home?

So after Lin Jiahao got the three million, he bought 100 air conditioners and sent them to the Chengbei Welfare Institute, even if he coped with it. As for the remaining more than two million, Lin Jiahao feels that he needs help even more, and he has been spending more and more money recently.

"Really?" Lin Zhenyuan questioned again.

"That's right, chairman. The assistant standing next to him hurriedly answered, "The young master's three million mainly bought air conditioners and gave them to more than a dozen welfare homes in the city, and also helped them repair their houses, which were reported in the media." ”

"Hmm~~~"

Lin Zhenyuan was a little satisfied.

"But Chairman, three million is really not enough, especially this renovated house, you don't know that those welfare homes are so dilapidated. The young master bought an air conditioner, and the rest of the money couldn't even make a welfare home, which was quite embarrassing. ”

"Hmm!" Lin Zhenyuan nodded casually, and then grinned, "To do charity, money is secondary, and the key movement is big." ”

"Yes, we have a lot of movement this time, so Lingcheng TV will invite the young master to interview in this episode of the 'Love in Lingcheng' program. The assistant hurriedly picked up again.

"Have you rehearsed the content of the interview in advance?" Lin Zhenyuan looked at Lin Jiahao and asked.

"This ......"

Lin Jiahao hurriedly squinted his eyes and asked his assistant for help.

"Of course, the drill is done, the questions asked by the host, how the young master answers, you see, chairman, are all lined up like a script!" The assistant quickly took out a notebook out of nowhere, opened it and wrote it densely.

"Yes, yes, what should be said and what should not be said, I remember, I won't disgrace you. Lin Jiahao hurriedly responded.

"Huh?!" Lin Zhenyuan lowered his face again.

"Oh no! I will definitely give you a long face, a long face!" Lin Jiahao quickly reacted and corrected.

"Hmm!" Lin Zhenyuan's elongated face turned back and picked up the chopsticks to eat again.

Although facing a table of delicacies, Lin Jiahao couldn't eat a bite at this time. The old man is here, and he may ask questions at any time, which is like sitting on pins and needles.

"Young master, it's not too early, look ......"

"Hurry! Don't be late!"

As soon as the assistant gave a step, Lin Jiahao slipped down like a slide, and disappeared from the restaurant in the next second.

And this assistant, because of his various clever performances, received a reward of 10,000 yuan after getting in the car.

……

In the taxi, Song Qian was helpless to be chased and beaten by this female reporter. A girl, so brazen that she said that she had a private matter and clearly refused, and she could still catch up with the car, and there was no one.

"On the way to Mr. Song's private affairs, let's talk a few more words, it shouldn't be affected, right?"

Zhang Manlu sat next to Song Qian and continued to ask with the microphone. The camera uncle sat in the passenger seat and recorded the video seriously.

For Zhang Manlu, the professionalism of being a journalist is to be able to chase and fight. In her opinion, all valuable news points have to be dug up desperately.

If not, wouldn't it be nice to pull a few of the industrial tycoons who donate money and materials with great fanfare at every turn to do interviews?

But the programs that come out of this way have essentially become soft advertisements for those companies.

Just like the "Love in Lingcheng" talk show that will be broadcast live at 9:30 this morning, the interview is with Lin Jiahao, the second son of the chairman of Huatai Bank, because he donated 100 air conditioners to the Chengbei Welfare Institute.

In the case of the Chengbei Welfare Institute, even electric fans can't be guaranteed in every room, and he also donated air conditioners, isn't it a joke?

Fortunately, not every leader in Taiwan blindly pats the sycophants of the business boss, with the support of the leaders, coupled with Zhang Manlu's competitive personality, when he learned that there was an invisible philanthropist, there was a situation where he was now chasing after him.

After reading the time, there is still an hour before the start of the live broadcast, and the live broadcast is scheduled for an hour, as long as the short film is made before the end of the live broadcast, this episode of the show will be completely popular!

With the support of this belief, Zhang Manlu interviewed harder.

Of course, this made Song Qian very entangled, so entangled that he didn't know where to go at this moment. Especially when I just said that I was going to do private things.

There is a private matter, where to go to scatter money is his own business.

No, you have to find a reason to get out of the car.

"Mr. Song, you transferred 300,000 yuan last night, and later donated 100,000 yuan in cash, if it wasn't for the surveillance just to capture it, I'm afraid no one would know. Zhang Manlu continued.

Song Qian kept looking out the window, thinking about what reason to get off the bus, and when he got off, he had to consider where it was better to be followed.

"Mr. Song, Director Wu of the Chengbei Welfare Institute told us that for the 400,000 yuan you donated, 300,000 yuan will be used to repair the houses of the welfare home, especially the old wires, doors and windows, and 100,000 yuan will be used to purchase electric fans, bedding and other daily necessities. The detailed list of users will be publicized through the website, and we will continue to follow up and give you feedback as soon as possible......"

"Master, stop!" Song Qian suddenly shouted.

"Wow!" the car braked quickly.

Zhang Manlu hurriedly looked out the window: Lingcheng First People's Hospital?!