"Hey, what are you going to do? There are so many cars, who are the big guys coming to our embroidery city?"

"I haven't heard of it. What big leader is coming? Is it the Premier of the State Council who can pick up people at the train station?"

"Hey? Why do you have to go to the railway station to pick up people?"

"You don't understand this, right? If the senior civil servants in the province must have come by car, Fengtian is not far away anyway. If they are from the central government, most of them will fly to Fengtian and then transfer to our Xiucheng. I think only those at the level of the Prime Minister who can mobilize special trains will work so many people to wait at the train station."

"Oh, it seems to make some sense. Alas, it's not right. If the Presbyterian level is coming, why can't even see a car in a province?"

"Well... look, people are getting out of the car!"

The Xiucheng Municipal Party Committee and Municipal Government have been in full swing today. Even the old secretary who was already waiting for retirement was trembling and walked out of the car with a crutch.

The Xiucheng Yangtze River Bridge followed closely, with the Civil Affairs Bureau, the Municipal Youth League Committee, the Red Cross and the Publicity Department following closely, and they set off at the exit in a mighty manner.

After the train from Beijing entered the station, a few people began to walk out of the exit. As long as the people who came out had eyes, were they blinded by the luxurious lineup in front of them.

Damn, who has such a great face to let the leader of the two teams of the Xiucheng Municipal Party Committee and Municipal Government come out to welcome them together? Did there be senior civil servants such as the governor and secretary take a bus with me?

Thinking about it this way, the crowd was a little excited.

The crowds at the train exit fell from sparsely to swarming out, and then became sparse again. Until the end, two figures, one old and one young, walked to the ticket gate after a long time.

Seeing that they had picked up the tickets, the old secretary of the municipal party committee took the lead and Jiang Daqiao followed. A large number of civil servants behind him also took a quick step.

"Is this Mr. Bai?" Although the old secretary was leaning on a crutch, he still bowed to him with difficulty. His posture was very low, almost as if he was paying tribute to his predecessors in a pious manner.

"Old Bai, this is Secretary Zhao of the Municipal Party Committee of our Xiucheng. This is Mayor Jiang of our Municipal Government..."

Zhou Shuo stood beside Old Bai and introduced the civil servants who came to greet him one by one.

"I am Bai Fangli, I dare not be Secretary Zhao's courtesy." Old Secretary Bai helped up. Although he was over 80 years old, his body was much tougher than Secretary Zhao.

"Hello, Mr. Bai. I am the Yangtze River Bridge." Jiang Daqiao also took the initiative to extend his hand, held Mr. Bai's wrinkled hand tightly, and shook it hard.

"Hello, Mayor Jiang!" Old Bai's voice was loud and he was confident. Although the old man was in his eighties, he did not have the same old attitude at all.

"Hello, Mr. Bai, I am Wang Dazhi, director of the Civil Affairs Bureau of Xiucheng."

"Hello, Mr. Bai, I am Zhang Danian from the Municipal Youth League Committee."

"Hello, Mr. Bai..."

The civil servants following Jiang Daqiao also walked up one after another and introduced themselves respectfully to Mr. Bai.

Bai Fangli is the chairman of the Fanhan Scholarship Foundation, which Zhou Shuo found from Tanggu. What kind of virtue is this old man worthy of his treatment so much?

The vast majority of people present did not know the answer to this question. But this did not delay them. Expressing their respect to this old man Bai Fangli.

The 100 million yuan Fanhan Student Aid Fund, in addition to the national project, is probably the largest student aid fund in China at that time. The establishment of the foundation requires the consent of the Civil Affairs Bureau. The funding targets need to be collected by the Municipal Youth League Committee, and the funds need to be allocated by the Red Cross...

Anyone who holds 100 million in cash and waits for distribution through them will receive their respect. Even if he cannot do it, the expansion of power and the political achievements brought about by it are already very mouth-watering.

Such grand treatment has long attracted a large group of citizens, forming a thick circle around them. People whispered in the distance, whispered in a low voice, guessing the identity of this mysterious old man. In the eyes of the citizens, this old man must have a noble social status or outstanding identity and bloodline. Because before this, I have never heard of two leaders of the municipal party committee and government that would welcome an ordinary person together.

"Who is this old man? I see this attitude. Could it be the old revolutionary who went out of our embroidery city?"

"It's probably the father of a senior civil servant. I haven't heard of anyone from Xiucheng who has become a high-ranking official in the past few years!"

"Hey, don't guess. Do you know who the old man is next to that old man? I know, the chairman of Fanhan Group! I'm always rich, I guess this old man is his grandfather!"

"Stop talking. Principal Zhou is a native of Xiucheng. His parents are both workers of the No. 266 Factory. His grandfather passed away eight hundred years ago. Who doesn't know about this?"

"Then how do you know that it's not his grandfather's brother?"

"No, is his grandfather's brother, can he be welcomed by the municipal party committee and government?"

"Damn, who are you looking at with this little look?"

"What do you think?"

"I'm not convinced and looking for slashes, right?"

...

Let’s not mention the sudden chaos among the onlookers. Anyway, plainclothes will soon be dealing with emergencies.

Ye Weiran, a frontline reporter from Xiucheng TV, and a cameraman, ran over from an old broadcasting car with long wires. The fresh and beautiful Ye Weiran quickly attracted the attention of the masses.

"Three, two, one!" As the indicator light of the Pipiman camera turned green, Ye Weiran raised the microphone and began to introduce the scene.

"Hello everyone, everyone, now I am at the exit of Xiucheng Railway Station to bring you live reports. The leaders of our city's municipal party committee and government are here today to welcome Mr. Bai Fangli, Chairman of the Panhan Scholarship Fund..."

"Most people have never heard of the name Mr. Bai Fangli. Why can this 82-year-old man become the chairman of the Fanhan Scholar Foundation, which has 100 million scholarship funds? Below, I will introduce to you the deeds of Mr. Bai Fangli."

"Since 1987, Mr. Bai Fangli has relied on the money he earned from riding a tricycle to help poor students realize their dream of going to school. He used all the rewards he received from his labor to support education. He also established the Bai Fangli teaching company in Tanggu City. Over the past eight years, he has donated 20,000 yuan in donations to the society. He has gone from wind to rain and never stopped..."

"This time, Mr. Bai Fangli was invited by Zhou Shuo, chairman of Panhan Group, and then went north to serve as the chairman of the Panhan Student Aid Foundation. This foundation is committed to helping all poor students in Xiucheng area, not only laid-off workers with difficulties in life, but also poor students in rural areas, even families who are unable to study in Xiucheng and those who are not able to study in Xiucheng and those who are studying in Xiucheng can apply for scholarships from the Fanhan Student Aid Foundation."

"For students applying for scholarships, Mr. Bai Fangli will confirm the donation qualifications. For those who have excellent academic studies among donated students, Fanhan Group will also issue scholarships of varying amounts every year..."

Ye Weiran's explanation was not only captured by Pipinan's camera, but also reached the ears of the surrounding audience.

The 20,000 yuan in 1995 was bought out for so many people after ten years of working. What’s more, relying on physical work like pedaling tricycles, that’s really hard-earned money. What’s more, Bai Fangli didn’t just ride for eight years, but kept riding for nearly twenty years. From the age of seventy to the age of ninety…

In 2001, Bai Fangli donated his last money. At the age of 90, he was no longer able to ride a tricycle or run his teaching company. He showed the car at the station, putting one cent or two cents of change in a lunch box and saving 500 yuan.

Then he handed the money to Yaohua Center and admitted: "I can't do it anymore, and I may not be able to donate it anymore. This is my last money."

Almost all teachers and students in the school burst into tears.

Seven years after the old man died of overwork in 2005, CCTV's "Touching China" was lately presented to him with the honor of "Touching Chinese Characters". The spirit of Bai Fangli of the old man was widely known to the people of the whole country.

Zhou Shuo did not want to consume the deceased, but hoped that if there was really time travel, saving the life of such an elderly person might be more important than revitalizing the national industry.

Although there were many young and middle-aged men in their twenties and thirties, they kept shaking their heads in their hearts. Putting their hearts on their shoulders, they felt more and more that the old man Bai Fangli was worthy of respect. Then they felt that the leaders of the Xiucheng Municipal Party Committee and Municipal Government came to greet him in person, which was really worthy of. They also felt that the Fanhan Scholarship Fund really wanted to make some contributions to ordinary children.

"That's great. Both of my second uncle and third boys' families have been laid off. I was worried about the tuition fees of the girls at home. Look, it's definitely right to find this Bai Fangli!"

"Yes, the old man looks kind and he will definitely be able to measure our difficulties!"

"If you want me to tell, there must be Fanhan Group, otherwise I don't know how to mess around in the market."

"Yes, this Fanhan Group has heard that it is very rich before, but I didn't expect it to be so rich! I took out 100 million to run a school fund without blinking."

"No matter how rich you have, it's still one hundred million! What is one hundred million? I'm afraid none of the factories in Xiucheng are worth this price."

"Yes, I think this Fanhan Group is really good if I can spend so much money to help with the school."
Chapter completed!