A song from Chengdu revived a closed-down pub.

Despite this, Fang Cheng insisted: "What's yours is yours, and you have to keep these shares no matter what."

"Brother Cheng, I told you I won't take it. If you feel bad about it, please leave some for the hospital."

"You don't need to worry about things in the hospital; I'll take care of it."

Su Fan looked at him and said, "What do you mean I don't need to worry? I also came from this institution. Now that I can earn money, it's natural for me to repay the kindness shown to me back then."

Fang Cheng compromised, saying, "Then here, I'll give you the shares. As for how many you contribute, that's your business."

Su Fan thought for a moment, then held up one finger: "Then I'll only take 10%. All of that 10% profit will go to the institute, and I won't take a single penny of the rest."

"No, that's too little," Fang Cheng decisively refused.

Su Fan said meaningfully, "Your little tavern is just starting out, and you have a long road ahead. Whether you go the franchise route or the IPO route, you must hold the majority of the shares, even if you want to implement a 'quasi-equity' distribution mechanism in the future."

Fang Cheng was a little confused and asked, "What is 'quasi-equity'?"

Su Fan said, "This concerns the future of your little tavern. I'll talk to you about it properly when I have the chance."

Actually, what Su Fan was talking about was the shareholding model of Pang Donglai on Earth. It's a long story, and he doesn't plan to explain it now. He'll tell you when the tavern has grown to a certain size.

Fang Cheng stared at him for a few seconds, wondering why this kid kept spouting words he couldn't understand.

But he didn't press further, trying to steer the conversation back to the matter of Sufan Shares.

Seeing this, Su Fan immediately interrupted, "Brother Cheng, listen to me. I'll leave my 10% to the hospital, and keep the rest for yourself. This is related to future plans."

"Then I'll keep 60% for the institute," Fang Cheng proposed a new allocation plan.

"No need, one-tenth is enough. You should have experienced the profit scale of this tavern these past two days. One-tenth is enough to ensure that the children in the courtyard have enough to eat and drink."

Fang Cheng said, "But more money can make life better for the children."

"Brother Cheng, everything in excess is bad. The children in the compound should have the same standard of living as other children. We can't let them have a material advantage over other children."

Fang Cheng frowned: "Why?"

Su Fan explained, "If that happens, there will be big trouble. At that time, some families who can clearly afford to raise children might try to send them to orphanages. We cannot underestimate the evil in human nature."

Fang Cheng's mouth hung open for a long time, unable to close it. He only wanted to give more to the hospital and had never thought about this aspect.

Su Fan continued, "Besides covering the basic expenses of the hospital, we shouldn't be stingy with money for children with serious illnesses or those who have made achievements in their studies. What we need to do is not simply solve the children's basic needs, but to cultivate them into useful members of society so that they can better give back to society when they grow up."

After hearing those words, Fang Cheng felt a warm sensation in his chest.

He looked at Su Fan, his younger brother who had grown up with him since childhood, and wondered when he had started thinking so much further ahead than him.

Fang Cheng's voice was a little hoarse: "You're right, we'll do it your way."

The two chatted for a while longer.

We talked about the orphanage, then the pub, and then about the future.

The equations kept coming in, as if he wanted to make up for all the things he hadn't said in all these years.

Su Fan leaned against the headboard, occasionally responding with a few words and sometimes letting out a laugh.

When the clock on the wall struck two, Su Fan yawned: "Going to sleep. Don't wake me up tomorrow, I'll sleep until I naturally wake up and then leave."

Fang Cheng stood up, walked to the door, and then looked back at him.

Su Fan had already closed his eyes.

Fang Cheng gently closed the door, stood in the living room, and let out a long breath.

He suddenly remembered what Su Fan had just said.

"When did this kid become so amazing?"

Fang Cheng shook his head and turned back to his room.

The next day, Su Fan got up, turned on his phone, and saw Fang Cheng's message.

"I'm going to the store now, so I won't see you off. Be careful out there, and call me if anything happens. I'll be home on the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, so we'll meet there. Also, I've transferred some money to you for your journey, so don't be stingy."

Su Fan opened the transfer record and saw that it was 20,000 yuan.

He didn't hesitate and accepted it directly.

After quickly packing up, I grabbed a bag and headed out the door.

At the subway entrance, Su Fan encountered a woman kneeling on the ground.

The woman was holding a child, about three years old.

In front of the woman was a piece of cardboard with a few lines of writing scrawled on it.

"My child has eye cancer and urgently needs surgery. Please help me."

In front of the cardboard was an old tin box, inside which lay a few scattered banknotes and coins, totaling only a few dozen yuan.

Su Fan didn't stop walking and walked past them.

He'd seen this kind of scene far too many times.

In my previous life, the number of people kneeling at subway entrances, on overpasses, and in underpasses increased year by year, and their acting skills improved year by year.

He gave it to me at first, but then he stopped.

It's not that I've become hard-hearted, it's that I've been deceived too many times.

He continued walking forward, swiped his card to enter the station, and stood in the waiting area to wait for his train.

Su Fan thought to himself, "What if it's true?"

The train pulled into the station, and the doors opened.

Su Fan stood still, without moving.

The doors closed, and the train departed.

He turned and walked towards the exit.

He returned to the entrance, knelt down in front of the woman, and asked, "How much will the child's surgery cost?"

The woman looked up, her eyes bloodshot, and said in a hoarse voice, "The doctor said it will cost 300,000."

Su Fan didn't reply.

Thinking he didn't believe her, the woman quickly pulled out a stack of crumpled papers from the bag next to her.

I laid out the hospital's diagnosis certificate, hospitalization notice, payment receipt, and medical record for him to see, one by one.

It clearly states the name of the hospital's ophthalmology department, the attending physician's signature, the hospital number, a description of the patient's condition, the surgical plan, and an estimated cost.

Su Fan took the papers and read them one by one.

Then he took out his phone and called the hospital using the number on the diagnosis certificate.

The phone rang a few times before being answered.

"Hello, I would like to verify some patient information..."

He gave the medical record number and the child's name.

They checked for a while and confirmed it.

The child does indeed have eye cancer, is indeed hospitalized in that hospital, urgently needs surgery, and the family does indeed have outstanding bills.

Su Fan hung up the phone and remained silent for a few seconds.

He looked at the child, then at the woman, and sighed softly: "A rope breaks at its weakest point, and misfortune only finds those who are unfortunate."

Su Fan rummaged through his bag and pulled out a bottle of water, handing it to the woman and saying, "I only have 20,000 yuan on me right now, which is far from enough for the surgery. If the child's illness could wait, I could pay for it all, but I know the child's surgery can't wait."

Upon hearing this, the woman burst into tears. She hugged her child and was about to kowtow to him when Su Fan quickly reached out to stop her.

"Don't rush, I can give you the 20,000 yuan first, but if you want to raise the surgery fee quickly, you have to listen to me."

The woman nodded frantically, her lips trembling as she couldn't speak.