Xu Qingfan could hardly resist giving a thumbs-up after hearing the interview with the freight truck driver. This news broadcast was stronger than airing a 10-million-dollar advertisent!
"Just monts ago, Spicy Duck Necks decided to donate half of its profit for the year 2008 to the disaster area. We believe that with such a patriotic company taking the lead, the people of Huaxia will unite with one heart, overco all difficulties, and Wen City will surely pull through!"
The next day.
Almost every citizen of Hong Kong knew about the heroic act of Spicy Duck Necks donating goods worth tens of millions to the disaster area. Before the donation hotline was even set up, countless citizens eager to contribute their love crowded into duck neck stores all over the city, buying out all the stock.
In reality, the donated goods were naturally not worth tens of millions. Purchasing a single tent only cost a little over a hundred yuan, but their market price was eight hundred. For publicity, naturally, the latter price was used when tallying.
Moreover, distilled water and marinated duck goods were produced and sold in-house, so they didn’t cost much.
But no matter what, they had done a good deed. Zhong Wenqing had never publicly claid how much the donated goods were actually worth. It was satisfying as long as it was done with a clear conscience.
Under the centralized coordination of Li City’s top officials and the road-clearing cooperation of the local Liberation Army, countless urgently needed goods for the disaster area arrived smoothly the next day, successfully alleviating the initial shortage of supplies after the earthquake. The dicines they brought saved countless lives.
A ten-second video of the Spicy Duck Necks convoy transporting supplies even made it to the CCTV news.
The effects of the news had not yet beco apparent, but it was certain that once the disaster relief work was over, the rise of Spicy Duck Necks was destined to be unstoppable.
...
May 19th.
A week had passed since the earthquake. The 19th to the 21st was designated as the national mourning period. To respond to the call, QQ Speed, Dancing Party, Kart Racing... countless gas suspended their services from noon for three days.
At 14:28 in the afternoon, the five-starred red flag was lowered to half-mast, and the teachers and students of Experintal Primary School stood quietly in line in front of the square.
The siren rang long and a collective three-minute silence was observed.
On the television, every channel had been broadcasting live rescue footage from Wen City for the week, and countless tear-jerking scenes broke people’s defenses, leaving the thousands of teachers and students in complete silence.
Every ti the host tearfully announced the number of casualties on the screen, no matter how many tis he had seen it, Xu Qingfan’s eyes would inevitably redden.
After the silent tribute, class teachers gathered the collected donations to drop into the donation box on stage, then the principal announced the amount donated by each class.
"Grade six, class sixteen, donated... 58,700 yuan and 50 cents!"
"Hiss~"
When their class was read out loud, the teachers and students below couldn’t help but gasp.
A typical class donation was at most a couple of thousand yuan, so a class that suddenly ca up with a donation of fifty thousand was truly terrifying.
"Brother Qing Fan, you’re so embarrassing, donating only fifty cents," Lin Wanning whispered in his ear after returning to their class.
"You two are the only rich ones, actually donating 28,000 yuan!" Xu Qingfan smacked both her and Zhang Yiyi on their heads.
"But the disaster victims are so pitiful!"
"Let’s donate and show so love!"
The two girls said in unison.
Xu Qingfan smiled helplessly. After all, he had sworn in his previous life that he wouldn’t donate a single yuan, so donating fifty cents didn’t technically break his vow.
A tent that cost 2,100 yuan, a stool that cost 800 yuan; with that money, he’d rather have a couple more seafood als.
"I’ve already given my donation to Sister Qing Qing, that’s why I only donated fifty cents!" Xu Qingfan didn’t want to bring up unpleasant things to dampen the girls’ spirits, hence he said so.
"I knew Brother Qing Fan had the most loving heart!" Lin Wanning said with a giggling smile, clinging to his arm.
"..."
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