Despite this, the incident still had an impact on the company.
Director Fang watched the order numbers plummet and almost lost his hair from worry, while the various departments of the company could do nothing about it.
What they proposed was either ineffective or too costly and high-profile.
At this juncture, it was not appropriate to be ostentatious.
Fang Hui angrily kicked them all out. Then Shen Qingqing arrived. He sat wearily on his chair, "You're here, sit down."
Shen Qingqing pulled over a chair and sat down, "What do you want to do about the aftermath?"
Fang Hui rubbed his forehead, "Don't mention it. Talking about this makes me upset. Those useless people below can't help me at all."
After speaking, he looked up at Shen Qingqing, always feeling that she wouldn't visit without a purpose.
"Do you have a solution?"
Shen Qingqing rested her chin on her hand and said lightly, "To restore our reputation, we have to start with the children. But sending gifts won't work, so we can only do good deeds."
Fang Hui immediately understood her meaning, "That's right, why didn't I think of it? Charity!"
Charity could not only restore their reputation but also accumulate some good name for him. This way, no one would scold him for harming children for profit anymore.
"Good, let's do it!"
Shen Qingqing added, "However, I still hope you will do it from the heart."
Fang Hui said seriously, "You can rest assured about this. Ever since I found Xingyao, I felt that heaven favored me. I deeply regret what I did before, and I will do more good deeds in the future to accumulate merit for my daughter."
"Alright, then you arrange it. I and Master Fu will both participate then."
"No problem." Fang Hui readily agreed, but he was a little worried. To compensate for everyone's losses and refund the returned goods this time, the company's working capital was already low.
And doing charity would cost a lot of money...
As it turned out, when the finance department called him, he learned that Fu Jingshu had injected a large sum of money to build primary schools in impoverished mountainous areas.
Not only that, but Shen Qingqing also came up with a plan to encourage everyone to donate and make it transparent. With the money issue resolved, Fang Hui naturally had no objections.
He even delegated full responsibility for this matter to Shen Qingqing.
They didn't deliberately publicize it, but at this time, Muguang Company was already the focus of attention in various industries, and every move would attract everyone's attention.
Naturally, this matter could not be kept secret.
Of course, they didn't intend to hide it. When reporters came, Shen Qingqing directly decided with them that they would all go to the mountains together.
After preparing everything, Shen Qingqing rented a bus, and then took a few children, Fang Hui, and staff sent by the company on the bus.
The reporters were also there, carrying cameras and filming from the moment they boarded.
Just as the bus was about to depart, someone rushed over, it was Lin Minglan, "Wait for me, I want to go too."
Shen Qingqing slowly looked at Fang Hui.
He gave a bitter smile and spread his hands helplessly. This incident had caused dissatisfaction among the company's shareholders, and Lin Minglan's uncle took the opportunity to instigate, saying that it was unreliable for him to come alone, so Lin Minglan was included.
Coupled with his prior mistake, he lacked the confidence to refute.
Shen Qingqing withdrew her gaze and looked out the window. In her peripheral vision, she glanced at Fu Jingshu beside her. He did not react to Lin Minglan's arrival.
This attitude was acceptable.
Satisfied, she closed her eyes, preparing to rest.
Unexpectedly, Lin Minglan didn't bother her. She found a seat and sat down herself, which made Shen Jinxi secretly glance at her.
This bad woman would definitely not be so well-behaved!
After a two-hour drive, they finally arrived at the impoverished mountainous area. It was truly remote and poor. In front of them was a crossroads, covered in mud after the rain.
They trudged through the mud, walking along the main road and into the mountain village. The villagers were warm and simple, showing no suspicion towards them as strangers.
When Fang Hui explained their purpose, the villagers were deeply grateful and expressed their thanks repeatedly.
The children were also very happy to hear that the primary school was going to be rebuilt.
In front of the cameras, they sincerely and seriously said thank you.
After a short rest, everyone went to the school. The school here was a dilapidated two-story building, seemingly old and about to collapse at any moment.
Shen Qingqing immediately decided, "We can't have classes anymore. Let's build first, and then you can come to school after it's done."
Everyone agreed.
Only Lin Minglan, seeing that her word was final and everyone listened to her, was very displeased. But when the camera turned to her, she put on a different face, frowning and looking at the dilapidated school with great emotion.
"These children are too pitiful. We must build the best school for them."
The reporters all thought she was very kind and praised her.
Little did they know, this change in her demeanor was clearly seen by Shen Jinxi. With a glint in his eye, a plan formed in his mind. He quietly slipped away from the crowd when no one was paying attention.
He was handsome and eloquent, and he was very popular with the children here.
In less than an hour, he had become the "children's king." He then went home with one of the children, exchanged his own clothes for a tattered outfit, and smeared mud on his face.
The seemingly delicate and noble "children's king" instantly transformed into a disheveled and pathetic little beggar.
The children were stunned.
"Xixi, why are you doing this..."
Shen Jinxi smiled mysteriously and pulled the oldest child closer, "Listen to me. Later, you go find the auntie in the white dress and say that Fu Jingshu needs her for something and tell her to go behind the house."
"Why should I say that?"
Shen Jinxi directly handed the child a piece of candy. The children here rarely ate candy. He immediately stopped asking questions, took the candy, and ran off.
Soon, Lin Minglan received the message from the child. Before she could ask for details, the child ran away.
She glanced at Fu Jingshu, who was still beside Shen Qingqing, and found it strange. But then she thought, how would the children here know Fu Jingshu's name?
He must have told them himself.
If it were anyone else, they wouldn't dare to plot against Fu Jingshu, let alone call him by his name.
She assumed that Fu Jingshu found it inconvenient to speak with Shen Qingqing present, so he had someone arrange a private meeting with her. With this thought, her heart fluttered, and she turned and walked towards the back of the house.
There were two cameras filming, one focusing on the children and the other on Shen Qingqing and the other adults.
The reporter, seeing her leave, found it strange and followed her.
Seeing her waiting posture, he was puzzled. Did Miss Lin know the villagers here?
Soon, a dirty child stumbled out. Lin Minglan's face flashed with disgust upon seeing him, and she flinched back.
Unexpectedly, the child tripped as he ran towards her and fell onto her.
Two dark handprints immediately appeared on the white skirt.
"Get lost!"
Lin Minglan whispered in a low voice, pushed the child away, and glared at him with tear-filled eyes, as if she wanted to kill him.
There was no trace of the compassionate, angelic gentleness she had just shown.
Even the reporter was stunned.