Chapter 87 My dad is a pink guy (24)
Lu Lichao had already understood what the county magistrate introduced.
After knocking on the door, the man who opened the door matched what was written in the document.
"Who!"
His clothes were no different from those of the beggars under the bridge. They were black and smelly. The mud on his neck was an inch thick. He had big yellow teeth that had probably never been brushed in his life. When he spoke, he had a sour smell.
The county magistrate couldn't help but hide his face and frown. Lu Lichao stared at the old bachelor in front of him for a long time with no expression on his face.
The county magistrate walked in front and blocked Lu Lichao.
"You must be Shi Shaodong. I am the county magistrate of Pingcheng County. Next to me is Boss Lu, the boss of Jinbiao Enterprise in Gucheng. He wants to sponsor several children in our village to go to school. Your family is in a difficult situation, so I will come to your house first. .”
Shi Shaodong is a lazy man. He looks similar to an old man in his 70s or 80s in his fifties.
After taking a look at Lu Lichao, I saw that he indeed looked noble. The car parked at the door was tall and big, and it looked like it was worth a lot of money.
But he still had no intention of giving in.
"Just subsidize the children's schooling. How about subsidizing all three of our children?"
"This..."
The county magistrate looked at Lu Lichao's face. Lu Lichao walked forward, his tall body looking down at the old man in front of him.
"All funded."
"Then they are all gone. Who will take care of me when I am old?"
Shi Shaodong had no shame and spoke confidently.
The secretary took out a card from his suit pocket.
"Here is one hundred thousand, is it enough for you to live on?"
"One hundred thousand?!"
Shi Shaodong didn't dare to take it.
"Is there such a good thing? Fund my child's education and give me 100,000?"
The secretary raised his eyes and said seriously. "Our boss is a philanthropist, just giving back to the society. Your family is the poorest and most in need of help. If you need it, take it. If you don't need it, I will give it to the next family."
"Hey, no, no, no... we need it, but since you are philanthropists, isn't it right to help us poor people?"
The county magistrate frowned and smiled awkwardly. He was about to stop him when his secretary cut him off.
"What else do you want?"
Shi Shaodong chuckled. The fifty-year-old man exuded an aura of vulgarity.
"My wife died several years ago. I want a wife, is that okay?"
"Shi Shaodong! We are here to help the poor, not a dating agency! You have to find a wife by yourself!"
The county magistrate couldn't help scolding him, and Shi Shaodong muttered.
"Then I don't want money anymore, I want a wife."
"..."
The county magistrate held his forehead and smiled sheepishly at Lu Lichao.
"He...has a bad mind, please don't..."
"It's okay."
After some pulling and pulling, Shi Shaodong took one hundred thousand yuan and shouted inside.
"Da Ya Er Ya Da baby, come out and study!"
Three children, the eldest daughter Shi Ting, 13 years old, the second daughter Shi Juan, 10 years old, and the youngest son Shi Hui, seven years old.
The three children looked like they were dug out of a mud puddle. They were dark and thin. The boy was naked from the waist up. Shi Juan, who was ten years old, was also naked from the waist up. Shi Ting was older and had been washed out of shape after wearing all the clothes. They were wearing pink skirts, and none of the three of them were wearing shoes, and they didn’t care if they stepped on chicken, duck, and goose shit.
The three children had nothing. Shi Ting was in third grade now and had brought three books. The remaining two children had nothing. They followed Lu Lichao and his group into the car with blank faces.
Before leaving, Lu Lichao whispered a few words to his secretary. After everyone got on the bus, the secretary got off the car, walked up to Shi Shaodong, and whispered.
(End of chapter)