Let you be a great man, not a scumbag

It is said that one should help the urgent but not the poor, and the poor should not be helped by the lazy.

There are many classic examples of this sentence in reality.

For example, Brother Qiang Dong, everyone knows that in 13, Qiang Dong and his sister Milk Tea fell in love at first sight and started dating, and then they got married quickly.

As we all know, the milk tea girl looks pure and young.

When he was interviewed after the marriage, Brother Qiang Dong said that he could not recognize her face and did not know how beautiful his wife was.

This sentence was widely publicized and forwarded on the Internet, and it brought a lot of traffic to Jingdong in a short period of time. Because of this, Jingdong’s revenue reached more than 2 trillion in just a few years.

It wasn't until the New Year of 2015 that Qiangdong, who had enjoyed the benefits of word-of-mouth, brought his milk tea sister back to his hometown for the first time.

That year, he also asked his secretary to bring a large bag of cash, and gave a big red envelope of 60 yuan to everyone in the village over the age of 10000 on the spot.

The village even put up banners in his honor to show their welcome and attention.

According to Reuters, when the money was distributed, the whole village came to join in the fun, and everyone excitedly shook hands with Qiang Dong one by one and said hello.

At that time, some elderly people from the neighboring village also came to collect the money, but he was very generous and paid it out without hesitation.

This move is logically a great act of charity. A rural boy successfully started a business and returned to his hometown to care for the elderly in his hometown.

Regarding this matter, the reviews of him online are actually very good.

But people's hearts are complicated, and those old people who received red envelopes were naturally happy and could not stop praising Qiangdong.

But these old people who are under 60 years old are extremely jealous and complain.

Especially those who are approaching 60 years old have the biggest opinions and complaints.

In their view, Brother Qiangdong is worth tens of billions, but he only gives out red envelopes to people over 60 years old. He does not give out money to every household, and he also imposes age restrictions. This is clearly a ploy for the sake of publicity. .

Therefore, if we look into this matter carefully, apart from the improvement in online reviews, Qiangdong's reputation in his village has not benefited much.

People's hearts are not as good as snakes swallowing elephants, and words of praise go by as soon as they are said. The one thing these people are most concerned about after that is whether you will send it next year?

Next year there will be another group of elderly people reaching 60 years old. This year you went back to the village to celebrate the New Year and gave 1 yuan to others, but what about next year?

Do you want to send it? ?

If you don’t post it, they will scold you for showing off and scolding you for being ungrateful.

Therefore, if Qiangdong gives this money to the disabled or seriously ill families in his village, the result will be completely different.

Perhaps what he will get at that time will be true gratitude.

According to the information Jiang Cheng learned before his rebirth, after the spontaneous money incident, Brother Qiangdong did not return to his hometown for the next five years.

In other words, Brother Qiangdong never returned to his hometown after 17 years. .

In 16, Brother Qiang Dong cashed out 640 billion from the company’s stock.

It is rumored on the Internet that he still spent 5.6 million to buy a luxury house in Italy, and it is suspected that he plans to move there.

In the end, he was tricked into a trap and was involved in a lawsuit. When his reputation was declining, his ancestral home in his hometown was also sprayed with paint...

The implicit meaning is self-evident...

Seeing that Jiang Cheng didn't say anything again, Xia Meng couldn't help but lowered her head uneasily.

Jiang Cheng doesn't want Xia Meng to become the second Qiang Dong.

After all, after donating for the first time, others will start to expect you to donate for the second time.

After that, when people in the village need money, they will subconsciously think of you first.

At this time, if you don't lend a helping hand and instead drive a luxury car and live in a mansion, others will say that you are morally kidnapped and you will not contribute to the village.

He rubbed Xia Meng's hair and said with a smile: "What are you thinking about? Of course I have no objection, but you don't need to donate the money. I will do it."

"Brother Cheng, the money you gave me is enough to repair the exterior wall. You have been very good to me. If you build the school for me again, I..."

"Why are you thinking so much? Don't be mentally burdened. I'm not doing it for you, I'm doing it for my own peace of mind..."

Although Jiang Cheng himself is not a saint, it can even be said that he has some egoistic ideas.

He is not only greedy for money, but also greedy for beauty and pleasure.

After all, what I want most when I live my life again is to enjoy this world of luxury and wealth without any worries.

The positioning of such a philanthropic god was not in his consideration.

However, living in this world is inherently contradictory, and he considers himself a good person.

Since seeing this kind of scene makes you feel uncomfortable, then you should find a way to resolve this depression in your heart.

And the way to solve the inner depression is to help solve the current dilemma.

Anyway, he is not short of money now, so it doesn't hurt to donate some money.

But asking him to donate all his wealth like Xia Meng was something Jiang Cheng couldn't do.

Therefore, human nature is inherently a complex matter, and many things cannot be generalized.

Faced with a little boy who held up a sign in a shopping mall to ask kindhearted people to help pay for his mother's surgery, Jiang Cheng could directly withdraw [-] yuan to help his family.

At this time, looking at the left-behind children in even greater difficulties, Jiang Cheng also decided to lend a helping hand.

Jiang Cheng would not hesitate at all if he could easily solve it within his own capabilities.

But Jiang Cheng wanted to starve himself to do charity. Jiang Cheng expressed his gratitude.

So he still has some egoism.

This is Jiang Cheng, he is selfish and generous.

Jiang Cheng thought for a while, and it would not only be a waste of time but also too troublesome to purchase the donated materials by himself.

After thinking about it for a while, Jiang Cheng directly called Zhu Yan and mentioned his needs and requirements to her at this time.

After all, everyone knows that major banks treat high-end users with extremely considerate services.

Even if you want food from abroad, they will have to charter a plane and try their best to bring it back to you on the same day.

Not to mention something as trivial as purchasing a truckload of supplies.

Now he has a private team dedicated to serving him.

Looking at these timid children, Jiang Cheng took Xia Meng's hand and walked inside.

When passing by the classroom on the first floor, I saw a middle-aged man wearing a white shirt sitting in the classroom, lowering his head and writing something like this in a notebook with a pen.

Jiang Cheng looked at a classroom inside an earthen building.

There were more than a dozen wooden study desks placed in a classroom of dozens of square meters. The color of the paint on some of these study desks could no longer be seen.

Behind each study table were some long stools, some of which had broken legs and had to be repaired with iron nails and wood.

The classroom walls made of mud appear to be bumpy.

Even the blackboard used in class has turned white from use.

Seeing two strangers walking in, a thin middle-aged man wearing glasses in the classroom glanced at the two of them, was stunned for a few seconds, then stood up and asked Jiang Cheng and the others: "Can you two come here?" Is there a problem?"

Xia Meng whispered to Jiang Cheng: "Brother Cheng, he is the principal of this school, his name is Zheng Qiu."

Jiang Cheng was a little surprised when he heard this.

The middle-aged man in front of him was wearing a yellowed white shirt with the cuffs half rolled up, and a pair of brown plastic slippers under black suit pants.

Although the body was kept very clean, the whole person still looked very poor.

Jiang Cheng nodded to him and stretched out his hand: "Hello, Principal Zheng, my name is Jiang Cheng."