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Chapter 105 Wu Yun Foundation

"Is that our new president the one who just came in?"

"He looks very low-key; he's not dressed like a rich kid."

"Not all rich kids are so flamboyant."

"But he keeps mink."

"That's not unusual. My best friend has one. It's pretty much the same as having a cat."

The Wu Yun Foundation rented an office floor in the center of Donghu City.

At this moment, more than twenty employees gathered together, whispering and discussing the new chairman.

"The new president is here? Where is he? Let me see."

The accountant pointed to the private office at the southernmost end of the floor.

"It's in that room."

"The chairman of the board, the chairman of the board of supervisors, and the director of the office have all gone in to report on their work."

……

The office is not large, but it is well-lit and you can see the dense rain outside the window.

Wu Yun sat behind his desk, listening to He Lanqi's report.

"...Of the two million people in Donghu City, about 100,000 had their homes washed away by heavy rain in the past month."

"Of these 100,000 people, 2,000 are fed by our foundation."

"Moreover, the food we provide is of a very high standard!"
"There are instant noodles, ham sausages, and vegetable porridge!"
"The communication, procurement, transportation, and allocation of supplies involved are all extremely complicated tasks..."

He Lanqi sat in front of his desk, talking as he showed Wu Yun the reports.

The chairman of the board of supervisors and the director of the office sat on the sofa next to him, their faces also looking very serious.

Wu Yun listened and nodded... although he didn't really care about these things.

But he can understand.

The big boss rarely comes to the office, so the second boss will definitely report on the work and talk about everyone's hard work and dedication.

He must listen attentively and preferably offer some further comment.

This is human nature.

The rotating secretary next to her, Diao Huhu, was squatting on the tea cabinet, staring at the fish tank, watching the little goldfish swimming around inside.

It doesn't understand the foundation's work... but the little fish tank has fish, plants, and stones, creating a very nice atmosphere!
It squinted its eyes, its lips curled up, and it was pleased with its own aesthetic sense!

Sure enough, after working with the boss for so long, it has also developed a refined taste!
The man in the suit next to it kept looking at it; was he also impressed by its refined taste?

I guess they've never seen such an elegant mink before.

"...Two thousand people, one month, three meals a day, that's no small number..."

As He Lanqi finished speaking, Wu Yun frowned slightly.

How much did it cost?
"...We spent over 1.9 million!"

Wu Yun's brows relaxed.

"Oh."

The office director next to me suddenly interjected.

"President, your ferret has been staring at the fish tank for a long time."

"Does it want to eat fish?"
Goldfish don't taste good.

What kind of food does it usually eat?

"I'll arrange a live one for it!"

Office Director Lao Cui grinned and looked at Wu Yun.

He had worked as an office director for many years and was well-versed in how to please his superiors!

If you try to curry favor with your boss directly, the price you'll pay will be too high.

But if you're looking to please your boss, a live fish will do the trick, making it far more cost-effective!

But for some reason, he noticed a slight embarrassment on the president's face.

Even the mink, in a very human-like way, had a droopy face and a slight twitch at the corner of its mouth.

……

"A high-ranking official in the Spirit Investor Office?"

In the makeshift office of the special task force.

Li Mingmei, who flew in from Beijing to oversee the investigation, saw the identity information of the whistleblower Chen Xie, which had just been uncovered.

There were seven desks in the office, each piled high with files and documents.

Behind the table, Huang Xiaozhong, who had come from Beijing, and the local staff from Donghu all looked up at Li Mingmei.

But Li Mingmei also looked surprised and suspicious. "Why would a high-ranking official from the Spirit Investment Office send us a whistleblower letter?"

Huang Xiaozhong scoffed.

"What's so strange about that?"

"It's probably not something he wanted to post himself."

"The Donghu Yipin incident caused such a commotion, resulting in the deaths of six high-ranking officials with criminal records. Wasn't it all because of that Imperial Censor?"

"This letter of complaint must have been sent on his behalf by the Censor."

Li Mingmei nodded.

After quickly reviewing Chen Xie's information, I found that his identity and resume were very ordinary, and he didn't even have a criminal record.

Clang, clang...

There was a knock on the office door.

It was Li Nuanling, who walked in carrying a stack of files.

"All the information on the previous planning of the shelter, and the records of conversations with the personnel involved, are here."

Li Mingmei took it and read it quickly, frowning as she read.

"It seems like everything is fine..."

None of the staff, designers, or planners involved had the surname Hu, and their resumes were clean and transparent.

Planning shelters around hospitals is reasonable, both in terms of utilizing existing buildings and air-raid shelters and facilitating medical work.

"But this design cannot be a pure coincidence."

"What exactly did the Hu family of Jizhou do?"

She looked up at Li Nuanling.

"I will arrange for all the personnel involved to be present, and I will speak with them personally."

"In addition, the transfer of refugees to these eight shelters will be suspended."

Everyone knows that the population density in the existing shelters has exceeded the warning line. The relevant departments are under tremendous pressure every day, fearing problems will arise. The refugees are also living in overcrowded and uncomfortable conditions.

But none of that mattered in the face of the celestial official family's conspiracy.

……

"...Suspension of migration?"
"So the refugees we are helping are still being resettled at Donghu No.1 Middle School."
"Oh, okay, I understand."

After hanging up the phone, He Lanqi explained the matter to Wu Yun.

"...It's strange, the student dormitories at No. 1 High School are filled with people living in the toilets and hallways. Every day there are sick people, people cursing, and people fighting."

"The principal of No. 1 Middle School was on tenterhooks every day, fearing something might happen. He had been begging and pleading with everyone he could to relocate some of the refugees."

"We finally found a new shelter, why aren't we moving anymore?"

Wu Yun remained silent.

I thought to myself that the Bureau of Non-Natural Affairs reacted quite quickly, and it was right not to give in!
He Lanqi continued his work report.

"There is another important task, which is the first Wu Yun Cup Mathematics Grand Prix that you just assigned!"

Behind the desk, Wu Yun pricked up his ears.

He came to the foundation specifically to hear this!
"Well... actually, we've looked into it, and the main force participating in this kind of competition is PhDs in mathematics."

"But doctoral students are generally not willing to delay writing their dissertations for the sake of competitions."

"At the very least, there needs to be a prize of 150,000 or even 200,000 yuan, and it has to be a relatively well-known competition for them to be willing to participate..."

"We have already sent invitations to major universities."

Seeing that Wu Yun's expression was not good, He Lanqi quickly changed the subject.

"But we've already received a reply!"

"Oh? Are you a contestant? You solved the problem?"

He Lanqi grinned.

No!

"It was a professor from Taidong University who wrote a letter praising us for being willing to support basic sciences despite the current environment. He insisted on commending our scientific spirit!"

As He Lanqi spoke, Lao Cui, the office director, immediately presented him with a printed letter of commendation.

Wu Yun twitched the corner of his mouth, took it, and didn't really want to look at it.

"Old Cui, you didn't have someone write this, did you?"

Old Cui was slightly taken aback... Find someone to write a letter of commendation?
That's a novel approach to flattery...

but……

"...This...this really isn't it..."

(End of this chapter)