Siheyuan (courtyard house): My name is Shazhu!

"Mr. He, a large number of refugees from the Monkey Kingdom have appeared here, and Madam is undecided about whether to provide aid."

"The refugees from the Monkey Country have arrived. According to historical timelines, Aunt Cha should have arrived with the first batch of refugees. Why didn't she come?" He Yuzhu also didn't have a good impression of the Monkey Country.

"It's probably related to their domestic economy that Aunt Cha didn't come. She's the nominal head of the household; it's hardly surprising she'd be in the mood for a foreign trip at a time like this. Mr. He, how's Aunt Cha?"

Zhao Youcai, with a cigar dangling from his lips, grinned lewdly, his expression a mixture of delusion and malice.

There are too many people, I don't know. It doesn't matter if she comes or not, she's too old to be interested.

We screened out Chinese people among the monkey refugees and sent them and their families to Malaysia. Our people are hardworking wherever they go.

I'm planning to build several factories in Malaysia. There won't be any problem feeding the workers, and their basic welfare benefits will be plentiful.

The charity doesn't need to worry about others; let's focus on doing a good job with the charity work here first. When helping others, we must take care of ourselves first.

I brought back the cell phones I produced this year. How many should I keep here? You decide how many foot baths to send.

By the way, some of their refugees can also be sent to Malaysia, where two rare earth refining plants are being built, and the monkey people will be allowed to work there.

"That's good. At least they have food to eat. I'll have someone screen them. Keep 50,000 mobile phones, and send the rest as foot basins. The communication network in their capital city is already built."

"You're busy, I'll go home and rest. Staying at Third Sister's place is tiring; I've been driving for twenty-two days."

"Haha, it's not hard work if it only happens once or twice a year."

The He family!

"Yuzhu, you're back! There are six or seven thousand refugees from Monkey Country here. Should our charity help them? Niu Niu people hope we can lend a hand."

"We won't help. Some people will be chosen by me and sent to Malaysia. We can't help the rest. Our charity helps people from our hometown. What do we care about those monkey people!"

We are not global charity ambassadors; we don't have the money to help everyone. Even when we have money, we should have goals and not do things we shouldn't do. Those countries should be responsible for their own domestic affairs.

"Then I won't contribute a single penny. You don't have a good impression of them. The people in the north are about to win, and those coming over are all refugees from the south."

"These are not our concerns. I'm in charge of mineral exploration around the world now. You're in charge of doing charity work for our people. Huai Ru can continue running her little shop, and the children can go to school."

"Zhu Zi, I already own thirty-two shops, none of them small; each is at least a thousand square meters in size."

"Wow, that's huge! I thought it covered 100,000 square meters and would take days to walk around. Just kidding! I'll send you some jade, diamonds, and all sorts of gemstones in a few days!"

"That's more like it!"

"My uncle wants to retire. He's over seventy and finally feels old. You could develop the land where the milk ice factory is located. How much is that worth?"

"Our Sir Zhou wants to retire and enjoy his old age. It's normal to get old, and he's not short of money."

It's hard to say what the land of the milk ice factory will be worth. If it is developed and sold, it will be worth more than 3.5 billion. If it is held for 80 years, it will be worth at least 5 billion.

Our company developed the area around 78. The residential units sold for a good price, and the office buildings and shops were still rented out. Your cousin also earned a considerable income.

"My uncle's business has no one to inherit it; it would be better to set up a family trust like we have!"

"Your uncle should be able to. He's a billionaire now, he wouldn't donate his money to a nobody."

"Our family has a solid foundation. My uncle's business was mostly inherited. He's been working with you in the business world for over ten years, so he has less to worry about and is in a better mood, especially since he has a deep affection for the milk ice factory."

"I'll also try my best to build a great empire for my children so I can retire early and enjoy life."

"That's a good goal, keep up the good work!"

The University of Tokyo Charity Association refused to provide aid to the monkey people the very next day.

"We have no reason to help them. There are people here who need help more. They should earn their living with their own hands and through hard work."

Dongda Group is a commercial group, not a dedicated charity. It currently spends 2.7 billion yuan a year, which is a heavy burden.

We will use the extra money to raise the wages of our employees and improve the living standards of the people here!

If you can't afford it, why take them in? It makes you seem so kind. It's your hometown that's asking you to. Why don't they take them in? Stop pretending to be so good!

Zhou Songyu directly exposed their hypocritical faces.

"Heh, you're really something, using our taxes to support others. Get out of here, go back to Niu Niu's hometown. They're rotten there, it doesn't matter if they're a little worse than you."

"I can send them by ship."

"I also have a boat."

Countless people began to march and demonstrate again, demanding that the monkey people be sent to the cows' hometown and that they be not allowed to use their tax money to support them.

Dongda Group has stated directly that it will use tax revenue to support them, and the group will refuse to pay a single penny of tax this year.

Many companies responded, essentially saying that we should clean up this place first before dealing with other things, otherwise, we won't pay taxes this year.

Boss Mai had a terrible headache, especially his right temple. The idea from his hometown was to keep him, since it wouldn't cost him his own money.

Now, Dongda Group is taking the lead in not paying taxes and not keeping them; they're being sent back to their hometowns, and shipping bosses are even arranging for ships to deliver them. Things aren't going as expected.

I'll report it to my hometown and let them make the decision. I'm too small to be a cook.

He Yuzhu wasn't idle either. His 'divine sense' covered an area of ​​10,000 square kilometers, and the refugee boat was still circling in the far distance, unable to enter the port city's waters at all.

The news spread like wildfire, and strangely enough, our ships couldn't be found or get into the port city.

They had no choice but to go elsewhere. Going to Malaysia required screening; some stayed while others were let go. Mud Monkey Island had many places where they could be randomly assigned to one of them.

The port city no longer accepts 200,000 refugees as it has in the past. It is still easy to handle about 5,000 people, and they don't have to stay in one place and can't leave.

It's also good for them.

"Daddy, do you think my drawing is pretty?" The third daughter, He Mingwan, loves to draw.

"My good daughter draws beautifully, even better than your aunt did when she was twelve." He Yuzhu was telling the truth; He Mingwan was indeed very talented in drawing.

He's only twelve years old this year, but you can recognize who's in his sketches at a glance. They look nine-tenths like him. He's also building a foundation in traditional Chinese painting and calligraphy, and his work is quite impressive.

"Mingwan is indeed very good at painting; she has a great talent for it." Zhou Songyu also acknowledged her talent.

"I had a talent for drawing back then, otherwise how would I be a designer now? It's just that I didn't have a teacher, so I'm only a little bit worse than Wan'er, not by much."

He Yushui, who has been married for two years, is eight months pregnant. She still refuses to admit it.

I come over once a week, and go to He Daqing Restaurant once a week. I get along quite well with my husband's family. They are even happier after we had a child.

Jian Zhiyuan's father hoped for a son. He only had two granddaughters and no grandsons. The sixty-something-year-old man still had some preference for sons over daughters.

"Talent is hard to say. Does Mingwan want to be a painter when she grows up?" He Yuzhu asked with a smile.

"Is it okay, Daddy?"

"Of course you can. Drawing is a legitimate job. If you enjoy it, that's the best choice. Keep at it."

"Okay, Daddy."

"Pillar, would you like to be a painter?"

"It depends on the person. Whether it's good or bad is Wan'er's own choice. She has no worries about life, and when she grows up, she can do whatever she wants and live for her dreams."

"That seems true. If you don't lack money, there's no need to work to make a living."

"My brother always observes what others enjoy doing; he's basically never forced anyone to do anything."

"Be more confident. Drop the 'basically' part. I won't object to you doing anything worthwhile."

"You're quite democratic in this regard."

"Heh, that's a lie."