Chapter 778 Clever Xiaobai has another trick! 1

  On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Mo Yinhe stayed at home and saw his son became the number one searched person in the New Year, stirring a cup of coffee in his hand, unable to control his smile lines.

   "As expected of the son raised by me, Mo Yinhe!"

   On the first day of the new year, a 6 billion project was completed, which won the favor of the people of the two countries, and the Xiaobai Public Welfare Fund was also established to take from the people and use it to the people, which is equivalent to robbing the rich and helping the poor!

  In a WeChat group, this matter is also being discussed at the moment.

  Su Zhi: "Tell me, I ask Yang Yang to post a QR code on Weibo, is there still time?"

  Xi Jinrong: "Who remembers the second person who ate crabs?"

  Su Zhi: "That's right! @白冷，Brother, did you give Xiaobai any ideas?"

   Bo Leng refused in a muffled voice, not appearing in the group.

  He didn't expect the situation to develop like this in just one day.

  Everyone racked their brains, and finally lost a little nephew who had no intention of doing anything.

  At this time, Ye Nianbai posted a message on Weibo again.

  He said that he would first take out 2 billion and send it to the families who lost their loved ones in the S-virus last year. Each family would send 10,000 yuan in condolences, and it would arrive the day after tomorrow.

  Last year, the S-virus outbreak broke out in the mainland of Mu, and the main outbreak site was Shendu.

   Because of the timely blockade, other cities have little impact.

  So if you want to distribute this condolence money, as long as the city hall of Shendu organizes it, it will not be difficult to distribute the condolence money in place the day after tomorrow. Moreover, this is a great thing that benefits the country and the people, and the city hall will definitely be happy.

  Su Zhi: "Brother, you really didn't guide Xiaobai behind the scenes and advise Xiaobai? Isn't Fengyin your favorite?"

  Bo Leng didn't know Ye Nianbai's idea beforehand.

   This kid is childlike, caring, and intelligent. A matter of begging for a red envelope was handled properly by him in the follow-up and he won people's hearts. This is because he has kind thoughts in his heart.

  Bo Leng has nothing to say except feeling relieved.

  He didn't read the group news anymore, but called the city hall and asked the city hall to fully cooperate in completing the distribution of condolences.

  The S-virus broke out last year, and the city hall has a detailed list of those who died unfortunately.

  Every family pays social security every year, as long as the consolation money is transferred to the social security card of the family member.

   A special group for the distribution of condolences was set up, and 20 or 30 people were called together to operate in front of the computer. It is estimated that the distribution will be completed within 24 hours.

  The director of the city hall reported to Bo Leng on the phone.

  Bo Leng was very satisfied with the effective plan of the director, and said vigorously: "Go ahead, make sure to distribute this condolence money to the social security account of every suffering family before 24:00 the night after tomorrow."

  As soon as Bo Leng's phone call ended, Ye Nianbai, Bo Fengyin, and Lu Xiangruo, the three little dragons, rushed over, one uncle at a time.

  Ye Nianbai babbled: "Uncle, I have money in my hand, how can I send it to others? Jingjing asked me to ask uncle."

   "Oh?" Bo Leng deliberately dragged out his voice, and said meaningfully: "It was your mother who told you that you would send condolence money to the family?"

  Ye Nianbai retorted crisply: "Of course not~~~"

  Bo Leng crossed his long legs, put on a gesture of listening attentively, and asked his little nephew: "Then why do you think of giving condolence money to family members who have lost their loved ones in the S-virus?"

Ye Nianbai said: "It's brother Xiangru! Brother Xiangru said that there was an old lady who was so pitiful. Her son, husband and daughter-in-law all passed away, so she was left alone for the New Year. The old grandmother went to the carp pond of the Dragon Temple to petition .

  If the younger brother Xianglu can fulfill the wish of the old grandma, he will be able to accumulate blessings, and the carp will jump the dragon's gate as soon as possible. I have nothing to give to that grandma. I am so poor that only money is left~~~"

  That's why you thought of sending money?

  Ye Nianbai nodded in a cool and cute way.

   It can not only help the younger brother to accumulate blessings, but also help the old grandmother, kill two birds with one stone, Ye Nianbai thinks this idea is great, anyway, he didn’t spend a penny, it was all red envelopes from everyone~

  Bo Leng didn't ask any more questions, and smiled lightly, "Did you go to Longchi to soak in the hot spring today?"

   "No, I have to spend the money first, uncle, how will I spend it?"

  Subsequently, Bo Leng gave the child a special appropriation account of the city hall, and asked him to deposit two billion yuan into the account. The money was a special condolence fund.

  After completing the transfer, Ye Nianbai took Bao Fengyin and Lu Xiangru to take a bath in Longchi.

  It's already dark, they are going to Longchi to play now, and they probably won't come back tonight.

  After two months of renovation, the temple in Longchi has been completed.

  The decoration is very warm and emotional.

  The three little guys often played late at night and didn't want to come back, so they stayed there overnight.

  Afterwards, Bo Leng personally called Si Mingjing and praised the child for his promise.

Si Mingjing also felt that Xiaobai did a few things very well today, and she hadn't seen Xiaobai for more than two months, and she missed the child very much, so she said, "Brother, after the seventh day of the lunar new year, I will go to give you New Year's greetings. "

"Um."

  If it wasn't for the wedding that was going to be held a few days later at night, Si Mingjing wished he could take the plane to Shendu right now.

  Two days later, which was the day Ye Nianbai promised on Weibo, all the condolence funds were distributed, and there was still a lot of money left. The city hall returned the money to Ye Nianbai's bank account.

  In order to express their gratitude, many of the families who received the condolences chose to post screenshots on Weibo.

  Hot search headlines: #Has your condolence money arrived yet? #

   This matter has received unanimous praise on Weibo.

  Everyone flocked to Ye Nianbai's Weibo account, leaving frantic messages in the comment area.

  Netizen A: "Your Highness, when will the Xiaobai Foundation be established? Please give me a donation account for the foundation, I want to donate~~~"

  Netizen B: "I also want to offer my love. Who still has the QR code for the payment of His Royal Highness, please send one over here?"

  Netizen C: "I regret that I didn't participate in the 6 billion big project that day. Is it too late to participate now?"

  Netizen D: "Please give me another QR code, Your Highness?"

Netizen E: "Hahaha, I transferred a red envelope of 2,000 yuan to your highness that day, and today I received a voting link for the Xiaobai Foundation LOGO from your highness. Only those who have participated in the 6 billion project can vote. Follow up Those of us who have transferred money can participate in the discussion and vote for all things about the Xiaobai Foundation, my voting number is 002556, super cute logo, I love every logo design, it’s too difficult to choose.”

  Netizen F: "That's right, that's right, I'm also choosing, my number is 006533. Upstairs, which logo did you choose?"

  Netizen G: "Whoa, I want to vote too~~~ Can't everyone vote? Only those who have transferred red envelopes can participate in the vote? I envy you~~~"

  (end of this chapter)