Chapter 481 Project Hope
The road was only so wide that it was impossible to miss the car, and the other party didn’t seem to have any intention of missing the car. Two people jumped out of the car, one of whom Fang Minghua had met once.
Jingtai Tuan County Party Committee Secretary Zhou.
Secretary Zhou is very young, less than thirty this year. When Fang Minghua and the others went to the county for a discussion the day before yesterday, Secretary Zhou also participated, so they know each other.
Following him was a middle-aged man in his early 40s, whom Fang Minghua had never seen before.
"Chairman Fang, Mr. Zhao, fortunately we were in a hurry. If you were one step late, you would have left." Secretary Zhou smiled, shook hands with the two, and introduced the middle-aged man next to him.
“This is Comrade Yu Hailong, deputy secretary-general of the China Youth Development Foundation.”
“This is Comrade Fang Minghua, director of the Board of Directors of the Chinese Writers Association and vice chairman of the Qin Provincial Writers Association.”
“This is Comrade Zhao Hongjun, general manager of Xijing Shengshi Book Publishing Company.”
“Hello, hello!”
Shake hands with each other.
Zhao Hongjun was a little surprised.
What is the China Youth Development Foundation? Never heard of it.
What are they looking for us for?
However, looking at the enthusiastic Yu Hailong, Fang Minghua vaguely guessed the other party's intention.
"Chairman Fang, Mr. Zhao, and Deputy Secretary-General Yu came to see you two specifically to talk about something. Why don't you come back to the county with us now?" Secretary Zhou said.
"How about we go to Murakami to talk?" Fang Minghua expressed his opinion.
"Yes, let's talk in Murakami. After that, we have to go on our way." Zhao Hongjun also agreed.
If I go to the county today, it will probably take another day of hard work.
"That's okay." Yu Hailong agreed.
After Fang Minghua and the others got on the bus, they saw the car backed up.
Zhang Guisheng, secretary of the village party committee, was very happy when he saw them returning, followed by the two leaders. He smiled and said: "I just heard the cry of magpies. As the saying goes, "Report good news in the morning and fortune in the evening. It's still noon when the messenger comes, and all the distinguished guests have come to visit. Dongwa, hurry up and get some water! ”
The four people started chatting in the village committee meeting room.
Yu Hailong Kaiming Zongyi first briefly introduced the project and the nature of the work of the China Youth Development Foundation. Then he said:
"Editor Fang, Mr. Zhao, our foundation is planning to launch a public welfare undertaking with the purpose of helping out-of-school children in poor areas. The purpose is to build schools, help out-of-school children in poor areas return to school, and improve rural school conditions. The purpose and nature of your donation are the same. ”
"Project Hope?" Fang Minghua replied.
Unexpectedly, Yu Hailong's eyes lit up after hearing this: "Project Hope? This is a good name. We are going to call this public welfare undertaking "Spring Rain Project", but I think your name is louder! Chairman Fang, can you Can our foundation use it?"
"Yes," Fang Minghua said with a smile.
"Chairman Fang, Mr. Zhao, I came here specially to ask you a favor. Can you accept an interview with the central media to talk about donating funds to the school, and by the way, talk about this Hope Project. "Yu Hailong expressed his opinion.
Fang Minghua finally understood,
Feelings require us to help promote them.
"Yes." Fang Minghua agreed: "Actually, it is most appropriate for Mr. Zhao to be interviewed alone for this matter. Your ultimate goal is to raise donations. Mr. Zhao is the CEO of the company, so his words are more convincing. .”
Holy shit!
What you promised, but I ended up being interviewed?
Zhao Hongjun glared at Fang Minghua.
Just think about it.
Central Media, I haven’t been interviewed yet.
It would be nice to talk about it.
Is this also a disguised promotion of our Shengshi company?
Of course, just talking doesn’t seem to be good. What’s the point of paying lip service?
Thinking of this, Zhao Hongjun suddenly said: "Secretary-General Yu, we heroes think alike. I also agree that in order to support your public welfare undertakings, our Shengshi Company is willing to donate 50,000 yuan to the Hope Project!"
“Thank you, thank you so much.” Secretary-General Yu was surprised and happy: “Mr. Zhao, this is your first donation to Project Hope!”
This guy, take action Quite generous.
Fang Minghua thought to himself.
But it is worth donating to Project Hope. Although the Hope Project had some criticisms in its later stages, it did help many rural children continue to go to school and changed their destiny. This is indispensable.
Subsequently, Fang Minghua personally donated 2,000 yuan, and even the young Secretary Zhou also donated one month's salary of 154 yuan.
Be among the first to donate to Project Hope.
At noon, Zhou Guisheng, the village party secretary, invited several of them to have lunch in his house. Naturally, it was the Jingtai people's favorite treat for entertaining guests - fried noodles, a few side dishes, and a bottle of Locally produced Jingtai Daqu.
A few people chatted while eating, and Yu Hailong talked about the various difficulties encountered in setting up this foundation.
Zhao Hongjun was surprised when he heard this: "Isn't your Youth Development Foundation initiated and established by the Youth League Central Committee and in charge? How come there is no money?"
"Mr. Zhao, you don't understand that our foundation is a charity organization. It is not a state department and does not receive state finance. The fund operates independently and is responsible for its own profits and losses. Do you know how much our start-up capital is? "
"One hundred thousand yuan"< br>
“Only 100,000 yuan?!” Zhao Hongjun was stunned.
"Yes, the state only gave a start-up fund of 100,000 yuan. The funds for the future construction of the school will all depend on donations, including the operating expenses of the foundation." Yu Longhai explained.
"Oh" Zhao Hongjun finally understood, and then said: "Then your fundraising task is arduous."
"Yes. The pressure is very high, and we don't know how to open up the situation for a while ." Yu Longhai said.
"So you found us?"
"Yes, Mr. Zhao, so I have to thank you. Come, let me give you another drink." Yu Longhai smiled and raised his glass.
After everyone drank, Fang Minghua said with a smile: "Actually, there is a most direct way to open up the situation."
"What way?"
"Publish a donation advertisement in the newspaper ."
"Is this a fundraising advertisement? Will anyone think it is a liar?" Yu Hailong was a little skeptical.
"You are a foundation affiliated to the Youth League Central Committee. Why can't you use this golden brand? Also, if the newspaper is a national media such as "People's Daily" and "Guangming Daily", will others think you are A liar? ”
That's right
Why didn't you think of this trick?
You can advertise by selling goods, but why can’t you do it by donating money?
This money is not going into my personal pocket, it is to save those children who are out of school!
"Chairman Fang, your suggestion is good! I will discuss it with our Secretary-General Xu after I go back!"
Yu Hailong said happily.
“Hey, by the way, Chairman Fang, I remember that you once wrote two novels about rural education—one is called "Rural Teacher" and the other is called "No One Can Be Less", and they were also made into films. Movie, right?" Yu Longhai suddenly thought of something and asked.
"Yes, I wrote it two years ago."
"Oh, Secretary-General Yu, I almost forgot if you didn't tell me." Secretary Zhou next to him interjected: ""Rural Teacher" When it was published, I was still in college, and many people in our class had read it. It was really touching. "
"Yes, it is indeed touching. Chairman Fang, can you write another article about rural education. novel, which is also a promotion and support for our work.”
Fang Minghua thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.
"I'll give you a toast!" Yu Hailong quickly picked up the wine glass again.
Yu Hailong left at noon. Before leaving, in addition to agreeing on a specific time for the interview with Zhao Hongjun, he also said that he would read Fang Minghua's masterpiece after it was published.
Fang Minghua and the others also left at noon. If they didn't leave, they were worried that another group of people would come and it would be lively. According to the plan, they turned southeast this time to the Dingxi area, and then returned to Yanjing along National Highway 312.
Looking at the time, it was May 25th. Fang Minghua didn’t want to go back so early. Xijing City was probably still in chaos.
"How about, Red Army, let's go to Yinchuan?" Fang Minghua put forward his own suggestion: "I know Zhang Xianliang, the chairman of the Ningxia Writers Association. How about asking him to take us around Yinchuan for a few days?"
"Ouch. Ming Hua, when you go out, you usually rush home to see your wife and baby. Are you not in a hurry this time? Okay, I'll just listen to you. I haven't been to Yinchuan yet."
So Fang Minghua took it again. Plan the route on the map, turn the car around and head northeast.
(End of this chapter)