Chapter 113
All the nobledies present were dressed in traditional costumes. Each was beautiful in her own way.
But Sylvia was the only person who dressed so elegantly in traditional clothes.
As soon as she appeared, she caught everyone''s attention.
Many young men rushed towards her.
"Miss, would you be interested in talking to me? I''m in a really tough spot right now. Ie here for the
Wilson phnthropic foundation. I am a vige teacher. The students in my primary school have old
textbooks and broken desks. Even our school buildings are crumbling. When it rains, the building is
dangerous, with all the children inside... Oh, I beg you to have pity and give us five hundred thousand,"
said a sad young man in traditional men''s clothing.
Sylvia sized up the man, who looked as though he were very thoughtful of the children.
But Sylvia felt that there was something odd about the man''s eyes and that he didn''t look like a vige
teacher...
Just then another man said, "Are you as difficult as I am? I am a cadre of a mountain vige deep. All
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the young people in our vige have moved out, leaving only the poor elderly, and some are sick and
unable to move. I''m the only cadre in the vige, but I can''t hold on any longer. I finally heard that the
Wilson phnthropic foundation has a lot of charity projects. Beautiful and kinddy, please save us!
Give us ten thousand!"
The two men''s eyes turned red as they spoke.
Not too far away, a few richdies heard the two men''s words. They looked at the two men again. They
were quite handsome and seemed young. They did not look like bad people.
So, ady said, "Your deeds touched me. I decided to donate five hundred thousand to each of you,
and set up a public welfare project."
As soon as thedy spoke, Winter smiled and said, "Mrs. Sutton, you are a very kind woman. I thank
you on behalf of the children."
Rosie quickly brought the donation contract and the project n.
Mrs. Sutton quickly signed it. The project n was in triplicate. One was for the two men, one was for
Mrs. Sutton, and the other was for the Wilson phnthropic foundation.
Winter nced at the crowd and shouted, "Congrats, Mrs. Sutton, on donating money to such two
great projects. Congrats to the two people who sessfully sought help. If anyone else has a problem,
just say it! As to your projects, I''m sure all thedies here will help you in any way they can!"
Then everyone in the room began to p.
Mrs. Sutton was very proud and took her seat with the project n in her hand.
It was so easy for those two guys to gain one million, wasn''t it?
Then, there were many young men, all dressed up, and wearing traditional clothing, and they behaved
in a respectful way.
They served tea to thedies and grabbed them the refreshments.
They were making thesedies very happy.
Sylvia heard a thousand sad and miserable stories all afternoon.
For example, someone said his parents both had cancer, someone said his sister had a car ident
and someone said his brother became a vegetable... Thedy heard the narration of them and shed
tears uncontrobly.
One million dors was donated.
And then thedy got a donation project n.
Someone even made up a story – he had been vulnerable since childhood and was bullied by peers at
school because he was so handsome. He was a sophomore, and his sister sold herself to a bald old
man to afford his tuition fees. That old man even abused her. She even miscarried because of his
beating. He wanted to help his sister to get rid of that man, so he asked for a donation to save his
sister.
Then some richdy cried, "Your sister is so miserable. I must help her."
Then 3 million dors was given away.
Those men swindled so much money so quickly.
Were these rich women no-brainers?
The stories made up by those men were about their miserable life.
Those young men were good-looking and in good shape. As they yed the victim in traditional
clothing, those richdies could not help but sympathize with them.
It was easy to get others, especially those richdies to feel pity for them, to immerse in their stories,
and to do something to help them.
Thosedies, whose husbands were bosses, led a boring life and stayed at home with nothing to do.
The Wilson phnthropic foundation had a very good reputation.
They had a high level of trust in the Wilson Group, and naturally believed what the men said.
Sylvia sat in a corner, listening to the men''s cries.
And from time to time, Winter woulde out and preside, "The Wilson phnthropic foundation has
checked the authenticity of what these young talents said. They were telling the truth. So just donate
the money freely. If any story turns out to be fake, I willpensate you 10 times for your donation and
punish the liar!"
"The future of our country rests with these young men. Can you bear to see them end up being
hopeless, penniless, and lifeless? A lot of social news told us nowadays young menmitted suicide
because of poverty. We spend hundreds and thousands of dors on bags and shoes, but we just need
to donate the money for a bag or a pair of shoes to save many lives! We are doing something good!"
Winter''s speech was like a pyramid scheme.
Sylvia looked at those richdies, who were listening intently and nodding at Winter''s words from time
to time.
She blinked her beautiful round eyes.
Those who just entered the tea party at the Wilson phnthropic foundation might find this hard to
believe.
But clearly, thosedies had been brainwashed by Winter.
Winter did have a talent for brainwashing, and she used the same trick to fool those richdies and
socialites countless times.
It could be told by the fact that she said those words very fluently.
Sylvia was bored and fiddling with her nails when she heard a familiar voice. "Oh, I feel so sorry for
you. My brother didn''t give me much allowance, and I''ll donate ten thousand to you first."
''Poppy?''
Sylvia raised an eyebrow and looked toward the voice source. She saw Poppy crying her eyes out, and
a young man was kneeling in front of her. The man''s eyes were blinking with tears, but he tried his best
to hold them back.
It was touching to see him hold back his emotions.
"Thank you, Miss, it''s my utmost luck to meet you when I am this helpless."
Sylvia was speechless.