Two days later, on Saturday afternoon, Laomao stood in front of the Ma family warehouse door, held the phone and asked, "No, I see, this car is here to pull supplies, why is it printed on it from the Tianbao Charity Foundation?"

"Yes, that's right. We will do this in the name of the Tianbao Charity Foundation. Don't speculate on individuals first, so that the media and the public will pay attention to this foundation." Lao Li said in a concise manner: "I am the head of this foundation. Looking back, I will submit a report to the city council for the election of the Chief Member of the Xinyuan District in the name of the foundation president. This way, I will not be too online. Last time, I showed my face and was directly attacked on the Internet. Now we will avoid it reasonably."

Lao Mao was a little confused: "I have put all the glorious things on the foundation. Will there be any problems?"

"No." Old Li shook his head: "When there is a lot of popularity, I will jump out to show my face when the right time. If you don't understand this, just do as you do."

Lao Mao really didn't understand what happened here, but he believed that Lao Li understood, so he didn't ask more: "Okay, then we'll go there now."

"Yeah, go."

"Okay, that's it." After the old cat hung up his phone, he turned around and asked Uncle Liu Zi and others to arrange a plan: "Come on, come on, start moving."

After saying that, a group of more than a dozen people moved all the supplies and gifts they had purchased in advance to four trucks. The old cat stood at the gate, wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "This is all money... I have been having fun for a year if I want to have sex with them."

"Haha, you are so loyal to your old skills." Uncle Liu Zi was speechless.

"I feel sorry, brother." Old Mao sighed: "This is the first time I send it back. I have to find money later. Damn, if you want to be an official, you have to have a cost!"

A few people stood by the car and chatted for more than ten minutes before Old Li’s friend Niu Hai arrived. He is in his fifties this year, but he is in good health. He looks white and clean, and there are not so many wrinkles on his face, and he looks like he is in his forties.

"Uncle Niu, let's go?" the old cat asked extinguished the cigarette butt.

"Let's go, let's go, I've arranged everything over there." Niu Hai nodded and hurriedly got on the off-road vehicle.

"Hey, Director Xu, you can just follow us in the car." The old cat shouted.

"No, you have to take my car." The director of the location station from the online broadcast station waved his hand and shouted: "There must be a paragraph in the car."

"Is this still necessary to record?"

"You have to remember, come here." Director Xu greeted.

...

After working hard for more than ten minutes, everyone left the Ma family warehouse. Niu Hai and Lao Mao sat in the photography car, all put on radio microphones, and put on light makeup.

The director sat on the passenger seat, turned his head and asked at the camera, "Have you recorded the outdoor scene?"

"It's finished." The camera nodded.

"Okay!" Director Xu picked up the draft paper, looked back at Lao Mao and Niu Hai and said, "I will ask a few questions in the car. Don't be nervous, we can just chat like a chat."

"Okay." The old cat nodded.

"Ok!" Director Xu responded, pointed to the camera and gestured, "Come on, 3.2.1, 2nd group of outdoor location, open the mirror."

After the words came, the camera pushed the camera forward, and the car instantly became quiet. The female host who had no communication with Lao Mao and others before immediately changed into a smile and asked, "Mr. Niu, please give us a brief introduction, where are we going to this stop?"

"That's right. The living villages we want to donate to have poor economic foundation and remote geographical location. The people in the village have no fixed income, so they can only ask young and middle-aged people in each village to apply for temporary work permits in the district and work collectively here. What we are going to now is the dormitory building where they live." Niu Hai said in detail: "This place is in the black neighborhood, close to the special zone wall..."

After hearing this, the host asked, "Did this dormitory building be rented by the villagers of living here for their own expenses?"

"Yes, it's the kind of bed dormitory that you rent out for a few cents a day. People who come out of this village who work here live here." Niu Hai nodded.

"Oh, that's it." The female host turned around and looked at Lao Mao: "Mr. Li, I especially want to ask why the Tianbao Charity Foundation chose such a group to donate...?"

The old cat grinned and said very officially: "Focus on vulnerable groups has always been the Tianbao Foundation..."

The interview in the car lasted about ten minutes. Director Xu felt that the material was almost enough, so he asked the camera to turn off the video recorder and chatted with Lao Mao and Niu Hai casually.

Before coming to this dormitory building, Lao Mao was actually a little sorry for the money he spent. But when he really came to this place, his heart was inexplicably pulled.

This building is not in the city center of the district, it is particularly close to the special zone wall, and is surrounded by empty fields. Only a few lonely buildings of seven or eight stories stand in the snow and ice.

There is no gas heating in the building, the electric lights are turned off after 9 pm, and water supply is only three hours a day. There is almost no one to take care of the open-air toilet on the back of the building. It smells so bad that mice are everywhere.

Niu Hai knew the people here and had already greeted him in advance before coming. Many shift workers heard that someone had donated to this day, but they did not leave. They specially cleaned up the room and came to greet them.

After Lao Mao followed everyone and the media interviewed into the building, his brows were frowning.

The dormitories in each house in the building are about 30 to 40 square meters, but there is almost no room for movement. The bed is next to the bed, and the sun cannot shine in, and the house is full of damp smell.

The underage children, old men in their fifties and sixties who suffer from various chronic diseases, and old women who still have labor, all stood in ragged clothes at the doors of each house, looking at the camera with a numb and expressionless face, and standing still without moving as if they were dressed in a well-dressed old cat and others.

The world of the region has nothing to do with the flowers, wine and music, and the high-ranking officials and nobles living a life of luxury.

What is the dark side? What is the most difficult corner of the city to attract attention? This is it!

One city, two worlds, two races.

When the old cat walks here, he can no longer say such a show, and he feels extremely ashamed. Isn’t it really cruel to use such a group of people to fulfill their interests?

Oh, no, Lao Li once said that the process is not important, the important thing is a win-win situation. If you help him, he can help you too.

Laomao restrained his emotions and forgot the purpose of coming here for the time being. He only distributed supplies to Uncle Liu Zi and others seriously, and had frequent conversations with people who knew Niu Hai.

About an hour later, Qin Yu had just finished the meeting at the company and wanted to return to the Superintendent, but he received a call from Laomao.

"Hello?"

"I have something good to do. Come here quickly. I'm here on the north street..." Lao Mao hurriedly urging on the phone.

...

In the city.
Chapter completed!