The old lady gently put down her job and sighed. When the government handed him the 1 million, he couldn't believe what a huge amount of money it was!

Not to mention these few children, even if they adopt a dozen more, they can live a good life, provide them with good food and drink, and go to school every day.

But what he never expected was that Zhu Zhu, who had walked out of the orphanage before, got the news from somewhere and came to the old lady to cry.

With runny noses and tears, he explained that he had suffered heavy losses in the stock market and that all his funds were tied up.

Right now, the company and the bank are in a hurry to repay their debts. If they don't save it, the company will be closed down. I really have no choice but to turn to the old lady.

This money is considered a loan.

What else can the old lady say? The old director treats every child who comes out of the orphanage as his own son.

Seeing her son crying and begging her with runny nose and tears, the old lady softened her heart.

But I never thought that when the money is taken out, it will be a hole. Once the hole is opened, it will be extremely difficult to plug it up again.

Juan'er came two days after Zhu Zhu left, with the same reason and the same routine.

The old lady is not stupid, of course she has also thought about whether they are lying to herself.

But when a child lies to his mother, how can a mother have the heart to expose it?

Originally, after waiting day after day, I thought it was time for those two to pay back the money, but here came two more.

You even ask for money directly without even giving a reason?

The old lady held her bankbook tremblingly, looked at the balance on it, and spoke to the two of them.

"Money, I can give it to you.

But, 150,000 per person is the most!”

When they heard that it was only 150,000, Biaozi and Fangzi were naturally unwilling. They took a step forward and wanted to say something else.

However, Zhang Dongsheng, who had been patiently standing aside, suddenly slapped the table.

"roll!"

During this period of time, when he was in charge of such a large company, he came into contact with all the upper class society, and even foreigners bowed in front of Zhang Dongsheng.

It can be said that Zhang Dongsheng naturally developed a domineering quality.

There is no distinction between people, and every job position is equal. But you can never deny that there is indeed a superior.

He suddenly spoke, which really startled the two guys. They couldn't help but take a few steps back, and their faces turned pale.

It was only when he suddenly came to his senses that he discovered that there was a young man sitting at the dining table.

"You kid, what are you doing? The old dean is here, do you have the right to interrupt?"

"That's right! You don't even weigh it. Don't you know how much you weigh?"

Hearing these two people speak, Zhang Dongsheng wanted to say something more, but the old dean waved his hand towards him, stopping him from saying anything else.

"If you don't want this money, you won't get any of it. You know it's 1 million in total. I still have to live, and these brothers and sisters still have to eat."

Hearing what the old dean said, the two looked at each other and could only nod.

They knew that despite the old dean's age, they always told the truth. They actually said it was 150,000, which probably wouldn't be even a penny more.

Zhang Dongsheng wanted to stop the old dean but said nothing more. He just got up and left the dining table and walked towards his office.

It wasn't until this moment that Zhang Dongsheng noticed that the old dean had aged unknowingly.

The straight spine in my memory began to stoop slightly. He was originally over 1.7 meters tall, but now he is probably less than 1.6 meters tall.

The old dean is really old. Although his body is still strong, he walks very slowly, moving towards his office step by step.

Zhang Dongsheng was holding on from behind, but he didn't dare to really take action. The old dean was a strong person, and he would never trouble others if he could do it himself.

He can walk on his own and will never let others support him.

Compared to Zhang Dongsheng's worry and care, Zhu Zhu and Juanzi didn't notice what was going on here at all. The two of them exchanged views on the fluctuations of Shanghai stocks.

They exchanged their stock trading experiences with each other, and the conversation was lively for a while. I still didn't care about the former dean, and I didn't even notice that the old dean had become like this.

After sending these two away, the old dean called Zhang Dongsheng into his office, took his hand and sat down in front of him.

"My child, I know what you mean by coming here this time. Indeed, as you heard just now, there is indeed a donation of 1 million yuan.

But, here is 200,000, so I’ll give it all to you.

Compared to those unfilial fellows, I am already very happy if you can have a meal with me."

When the old hand handed the bankbook to him, he listened to the warm words and looked at the kind face.

Zhang Dongsheng, who had always felt that there was not much affection between him and the old dean, suddenly felt a little sore in his nose.

Feeling the folds of the old man's hands, it seems that the blood supply is insufficient due to old age, and the fingers are cold.

It was only then that Zhang Dongsheng suddenly discovered that there was not even any heating facilities in the old dean's office.

Not to mention a radiator, there isn't even a stove.

When he visited the children's bedrooms before, they all had radiators.

Zhang Dongsheng's big hands tightly covered these skinny hands.

As if he knew what Zhang Dongsheng wanted to say, the old dean shook his head.

"It's okay, it's been like this for so many years. Coal prices have risen this winter, 11 yuan and 8 per ton, which is really expensive.

I can burn less if I can, the children are still young."

Zhang Dongsheng was choked up for a while and didn't know how to speak. He had never paid attention to it before, but now thinking about it when he was young, the old dean seemed to have come here like this.

"Good boy, take this 200,000 and leave quickly. If you don't leave, the money will be gone.

The dean is old and doesn't have much money to spend.

Haven't we been living our lives without this money all these years? Let's go, and don't come back if you leave. This is not a good place."

Zhang Dongsheng put the bankbook back into the hands of the old dean and gently embraced her in his arms under her puzzled gaze.

"Dean, who said I was leaving? The only reason why I came back this time is that you, dean, are getting older and should take a good rest, so I came to pick up your shift."

After wiping away the tears that had flowed out of nowhere, Zhang Dongsheng asked the dean in a brisk tone:

“Nowadays, succession is popular in all major state-owned enterprises, which is called inheriting the father’s legacy!

I, Zhang Dongsheng, have no parents since I was a child, and even my name was given by you.
Chapter completed!