"What?"

When Qiao Yan gave the phone to the dog owner, the dog owner was stunned.

Zhang Guangzhi, who was on the other end of the phone, also immediately identified Qiao Yan's voice. Zhang Guangzhi was anxious when the sudden news came, "Mr. Qiao, Mr. Qiao, what's going on?"

However, no future generations answered him, the dog owner was completely confused because a dog, the rich man she had with him, was so unemployed?

The people around were also a little dumbfounded. When they saw Qiao Yan and Zhang Qingyun sitting on the luxury car on the side of the road, they suddenly realized: "The owner of this dog is not lucky. He went out to walk the dog and lost his man's job."

"This is not surprising. In the past two years, few people have lost their jobs because of women. There are many people in prison. This is because they have money and power, and they feel that they are superior to others. What kind of society is this? A society ruled by law! It is not the feudal society in the past. If you have money and power, you can bully the street bully market."

The car slowly left, and Zhang Guangzhi shouted loudly on the other end of the phone: "Mr. Qiao... He Yun, you stinky bitch, why did you mess with Mr. Qiao?"

The woman was a little panicked, a little scared, and a little suffocated again.

I just moved out the Blue Ocean Group because Blue Ocean is a famous enterprise in the west of the city, and her wealthy man is the general manager of this group... Who would have thought that he had washed away the Dragon King Temple by flooding the Dragon King with big prawns and rushed away the Dragon King...

......

"Tsk tsk..."

Inside the car, Zhang Qingyun sighed a little: "Even if his cultivation is clear, sometimes it is not as useful as gaining power."

Zhang Qingyun's cultivation can easily give dog owners tens of millions of ways to die, and they are silent. However, because of a dog's business, it is a matter of personal quality and morality, so it is really difficult to take action.

"I have wanted to fire this Zhang Guangzhi for a long time."

Qiao Yan leaned lazily in the seat: "It was the time when I left before that, my brother's friend and brother entered the group. Zhang Guangzhi was actually my fellow countryman. He had been with my brother. However, this person's personal morality was a loss. He raised a few women outside and embezzled public funds..."

This is a borer, and keeping it will cause the group to suffer unnecessary losses sooner or later.

Qiao Yan found an extremely suitable reason for today’s events. Even though her brother was in love, she had nothing to say. Is he worried about brotherhood or offending Zhang Qingyun?

"So, I accidentally helped you once."

There is a partition in the car with the cab, and Zhang Qingyun is not afraid of the driver hearing them talking: "How do you plan to repay me? Well... I can't handle it."

Qiao Yan rolled her eyes. Before the car reached the pedestrian street, she asked the driver to stop the car: "Let's go, I'll take you on a stroll. I haven't relaxed for a long time."

Zhang Qingyun felt a little distressed: "You don't need to work so hard. How good is it to be as good as your and me cultivation, let go of the world, travel around the mountains and rivers, and be free in the world?"

They are not short of money, and they can have anything by their thoughts.

Zhang Qingyun still wondered if Qiao Yan had to choose such a hard time.

"first..."

Qiao Yan held Zhang Qingyun's arm while walking: "This is my dream, and I also feel that this is somewhat helpful to my mental experience. Secondly..."

Qiao Yan paused, walked a distance before saying, "I also have a responsibility on my shoulders. Many lonely children need me... or, in other words, my support."

Qiao Yan has been doing charity, adopting orphans, sponsoring poor students, etc. And this has been done for ten years. Except for that period of time, Qiao Bin has basically not interrupted this matter.

"I'm not as good as you."

This is kindness. Zhang Qingyun cultivates himself and focuses on everything. In fact, he has long been able to help some people, but Zhang Qingyun has never done this.

"I'll take you to a place."

Qiao Yan suddenly smiled playfully, with some anticipation on her face.

Zhang Qingyun immediately understood what Qiao Yan meant: "You want to take me to your welfare home?"

......

North of the Demon City, a small city.

When standing in front of a huge courtyard like a school, Zhang Qingyun looked solemn.

Because, this is a school, an abandoned school. Now it has become a welfare home. Qiao Yan also stood outside the door: "Speaking of this, I haven't been here for a year, I don't know if they still remember me."

"Are you confused?"

Qiao Yan did not rush to enter the welfare home, but glanced at her eyes and was finally satisfied: "Why not set up the welfare home in the Magic City?"

Zhang Qingyun really has such doubts. The metropolis of Demon City, where he received better education and saw a wider world, would be more beneficial for these children.

"One is because of funding issues."

Qiao Yan was a little lonely at first, and then cheered up: "There are more than 30 welfare homes in various places. Now there are not as many abandoned children as before, but for various reasons, they are still gathered in welfare homes."

Blue Ocean Group is rich, with a market value of billions, but the group needs to develop, and it is not particularly much money that can be taken out: "Secondly, we have had a heartbreaking experience. The more economically developed the region, the more unhappy the children in these welfare homes are, the wider the world they come into contact with, and they are more inferior and bullied..."

Zhang Qingyun suddenly realized that Wang Zi thought that his family was so rich and he had been bullied. And these orphans... the richer people were, the more powerful people gathered, the children of these people were not as educated as ordinary people.

They are all superior to themselves.

This is not absolute, but ordinary people in their world cannot integrate into it.

Wearing brands are made of brands, and special cars are picked up and dropped off... This group of children from welfare homes will naturally feel inferior, but they have no capital to compare.

"I see."

Before practicing Taoism, Zhang Qingyun had been autistic and extremely inferior in his long-term loneliness... He even thought that the deep mountains and forests were much better than the bustling and downtown.

He seemed to... be able to understand the hearts of these children.

"Let's go in."

There was no guard at the welfare home. Qiao Yan called and a middle-aged man rushed to the door and opened the door: "Mr. Qiao, why are you here?"

Seeing this middle-aged man, Qiao Yan smiled gently: "Director Zhao, this is my husband Zhang Qingyun. We passed by here and came in to take a look. I haven't come for a long time and I'm a little worried."

"Hello, hello Mr. Zhang."

Dean Zhao rubbed his hands: "You guys come in."

Qiao Yan took Zhang Qingyun into the yard with her unswervingly. When President Zhao closed the door, Qiao Yan sighed: "This President Zhao was also an orphan when he was a child. He happened to retire and took the initiative to help here for free."

Zhang Qingyun was slightly moved. This middle-aged man in his fifties also had a kind heart. He was able to provide free service and wasted his energy and time. It was not something that ordinary people could do. He had to have great love and could not promote goodness.

So, when chatting with Dean Zhao, Zhang Qingyun said in a gentle manner: "Mr. Qiao, have you eaten? It happened that the children are still eating."

"Director Zhao, how many children are there now?"

Some rooms in the welfare home have lights on, and some are a little dim. At first glance, there are not many people.

"There are more than 30 children, and a few days ago, more than a dozen of them have already lived in the school."

President Zhao introduced as he walked that the welfare home adopts basically no adult children, but the welfare home will help them enter society and will reduce or interrupt funding only after they can become independent.

"Mother..."

When entering a room that was converted into a canteen, several boys, eight or nine years old, suddenly their eyes lit up when they saw Qiao Yan: "You are here."

Mom... Just this title... Zhang Qingyun suddenly remembered that when he was quietly observing Qiao Yan, this title already existed. And Qiao Yan was able to be their mother, which shows that Qiao Yan was not perfunctory.

Qiao Yan squatted down and gently helped them organize their clothes, whispering warmly.

Except for these less than ten young girls, the rest are older, eleven or twelve years old, and younger, only four or five years old. Unlike these children who ran over, the remaining children are either disabled, blind, or deaf and mute...

Those who could see Qiao Yan were all smiling happily on their faces and stuck directly on them. Zhang Qingyun was squeezed aside.

"Mom, who is this?"

There was a little boy about ten years old. When he looked closely, he looked at it, but his smile was full of cheerfulness. When he saw Zhang Qingyun, his face was full of curiosity.

"This is..."

Qiao Yan paused slightly: "My husband."

"dad..."

The group of children screamed sweetly, and Zhang Qingyun was stunned for a moment, feeling inexplicably.

Dad...This is the first time he was called like this by someone, and he felt indescribable. He stretched out his hand and touched the heads of these children: "You go and have a meal first, and Dad will give you a gift for you after having enough."

"Okay..."

A group of children either support each other or return to their seats to start eating.

"Thanks..."

Qiao Yan looked grateful.

Zhang Qingyun knew what Qiao Yan said thank you, and thanked him for not disgusting him, but accepted these children: "Haha... let's find a place to have a meal too."

Qiao Yan smiled and nodded. Two aunts in the cafeteria were serving the children's meal. Seeing Qiao Yan nodding and greeting, Qiao Yan looked carefully at the food the children had eaten, and her face was a little satisfied.

There are not many dishes, there are four dishes, two meats and two vegetables, rice and steamed buns.

Not far away, there is a large pot of porridge.

“Try the food here, it’s delicious.”

Qiao Yan held the food on the dining table, picked up the chopsticks and squinted her eyes. The food looked good. Zhang Qingyun took a bite and nodded slightly. Qiao Yan didn't lie to him, the food was very delicious.

After scanning the entire restaurant, Zhang Qingyun was full of respect for the people here. Qiao Yan said: "These two aunts are actually locals. They have their own jobs and volunteer here."

Volunteer!

These two words sound respectful.

"Mr. Liang, who cooks, is an old chef. After he can't move the wok, he heard that there is a welfare home here and he also volunteers here."
To be continued...