Carrotta waited a long time to hear from the old priest. Sitting next to Hu Wenkai reading the old liar's reply. The old crook said that he was going to return to Shanghai in May and June next year to attend Carrotta's engagement ceremony. The letter said that there were people everywhere in Sichuan. The Church can't help it. Mourning is everywhere.

The old liar's letter reveals a helpless thought. Local governments are powerless to help the victims and leave them to fend for themselves. The old crook finally asks Carrotta to donate a month's salary to buy food for the victims.

Hu Wenkai is also at a loss for this matter, he is too far away, he is not a strong department of the state. If he was around Shanghai, how much would he be able to save. In the end, he asked Carrota to send Wu Qianyuan to buy food for the victims, and he could only talk about his feelings.

Hu Wenkai is standing on the balcony of his bedroom. Hands grasping the hair. The beginning was Hu Taojiang. Hu Taoying's brother and sister, the drought in Shandong caused a happy family of four to be torn apart. Now Sichuan is hit again.

He knew about the drought in Shandong, and later there were more than 100,000 deaths recorded in history. According to the description of the old liar, Sichuan was worse than Shandong. What is this country, the people are in dire straits, and the most basic human rights cannot be satisfied. On the contrary, those politicians who hold state power are omnipotent in deceiving the people for their own selfish interests, and they do everything to deceive themselves, completely ignoring the lives of the people.

A heavy punch slammed into the balcony railing. Carrotta hugged him from behind: [Don't get excited. This kind of thing is inevitable in the world, even in the United States, it often happens, but the government has some help. It's not your responsibility to punish yourself."

With tears in his eyes, Hu Wenkai turned around and hugged Carrotta and sobbed gently. He hated himself for not having the ability or strength to save the people who had been stricken by the disaster. Carrota patted him on the back and stood on the balcony with him. At night, Hu Wenkai opened the secret room and took out 10,000 yuan and put it in a briefcase.

Lying on a two-meter-wide bed tossing and turning. He was reflecting on whether his morality was not proportional to his abilities. What I've always wanted is to enjoy the time travel back to the twenties of the nineteenth century. Never gave yourself a clear goal.

Even Tianfen Township was only acquired from the Jiangsu Provincial Government because of James' reminder. Tianfen Township and the surrounding areas of Tianfen are getting better day by day because of his existence. He was thinking why not expand the area under his control so that more people could enjoy the dividends of the development of Xingye Industry.

Thinking of this, I turned over and got up, turned on the computer, and pulled up the map of Nantong. Looking at the two counties of Haimen County and Nantong, I started to think. Haimen County was promised to him by Wang Shan. After Haimen County was assigned to him, Nantong County was an enclave, and sooner or later it would fall into his hands. He gave himself a goal to wait until the end of next year to bring Nantong into the company's jurisdiction. Even he couldn't figure out whether Tianfen belonged to Haimen County or Nantong County. Last time in Jiangsu Provincial Government just proposed to Haimen County.

In the morning, all the middle managers on duty were called to hold an ad hoc meeting in the conference room. The theme of the meeting was whether the disaster company in Sichuan should lend a helping hand to the disaster.

Hu Wenkai talked about the disaster situation in Sichuan: there is no green. The trees are bare. Even the bark has been stripped away. There were skeletal corpses on the side of the road. No muscles. The slightest bit of meat was immediately devoured. The bones are brittle like eggshells. All I saw were living corpses that could no longer be called man: [The flesh hanging from his dying flesh was wrinkled. You can see every bone in his body clearly. His eyes were blank. He sold everything - the beams on the house. Clothes on the body. Sometimes even the last fig leaf is sold. He staggered in the scorching sun. The testicles hung there limply like shriveled olive pits – the last grim mockery. Remind you that he used to be alone." [The children are even more pitiful.] Their little skeletons are bent and deformed. Joint protrusion. As thin as a whipping post. The bulging belly is stuffed with bark sawdust like a tumor. The women are lying in the corner waiting to die. No meat on the ass. Skinny.*Shriveled and sagging. Like an empty sack." Hungry people can't get out of the hunger circle that stretches thousands of miles. I had to sell my children and my mother-in-law and aunt to sell myself.

The tears of the audience flowed into a curtain of rain. Hu Wenkai said in an aggravated tone: These are our compatriots and our brothers and sisters. Suffering so much just because of the different places where they live.

The Beiyang government has been making all-out efforts to provide disaster relief, but it is not enough to solve the livelihood of the entire Sichuan people. I propose that we save as much as we can by contributing our modest efforts. Here's the plan I wrote last night. The company paid 30,000 yuan to buy grain and transport it from the Yangtze River to Sichuan. The whole company can donate as much as they want. The day after tomorrow, the amount of the donation will be announced.

The company will build another school in Tianfen to absorb 200 Sichuan orphans. For them to go to school and eat and then arrange to work in a factory or company.

There are comments. There are different opinions that can be raised. There is no objection to this, and most people think that the company is a little stingy, only 30,000 yuan of grain. But then I felt better when I heard that 200 orphans were being accepted.

Wang Xihai recommended Dong Qilong to lead the team to Sichuan. Dong Qilong himself is a native of Dazhou, Sichuan. Dong Qilong was one of the forty-nine people who were trained last time. Hu Wenkai agreed that Dong Qilong would lead a team to let the trading company come forward to buy 30,000 yuan of rice and load it on the ship. I took out 2,000 yuan from my bag as a donation.

Long, a Sichuan man, whose eyes were rubbed red, entered Hu Wenkai's office. Before the meeting, he had no news about the disaster in Sichuan. His parents and sisters are in the countryside of Dazhou. I was worried about the situation at home after the disaster, so I was ready to take leave to go home to visit my parents.

For the company to send him back to Sichuan for disaster relief, he agreed without thinking about it. Wang Xihai asked him to go to Hu Wenkai's interview first and then go to work.

Hu Wenkai took out 8,000 yuan from his briefcase. Said that this is the cost of going to Sichuan to pick up 200 orphans. Dong Qilong hurriedly waved his hand and said: No. How can you get the boss to pay for it himself, which should be paid by the company.

Hu Wenkai said: You can continue. I feel better when I pay for it. If you don't take this money, you will always be condemned in my heart as rich and unkind.

When confessing to Dong Qilong, when taking in orphans, pay attention to the ratio of men to women, three men and one woman. Under the age of fifteen and over the age of seven. But it's not absolutely too miserable to be able to contain people over the age of three. It should be noted that the place where the two hundred orphans were born should not be in the same area.

The company will escort with a passenger ship. Send three non-commissioned officers and cadets to carry guns to protect food security. Let Dong Qilong find two Sichuan employees to go back to the disaster relief together within the company.