Jiujiu wasn't stupid enough to take the initiative to confront the director of the orphanage. After all, she didn't resemble Eighteen at all. She was in no position to blame the mother of the orphanage.
Moreover, she didn't come here to quarrel. Therefore, she looked away and told the director of the orphanage why she came. She wanted to donate to the orphanage.
Yes, she wanted to donate to the orphanage.
When the director of the orphanage heard that someone wanted to donate, she immediately came out to greet them.
Jiujiu sized up the director of the orphanage. Her face, which used to be skinny due to overwork, had turned pale. There was a healthy blush on her face. She was wearing a down jacket that reached her ankles. She looked very warm, which was a stark contrast to the children outside the orphanage who were so cold that they had to stomp their feet to keep warm.
Jiujiu's gaze lingered on the director of the orphanage for a moment before she moved away. She followed behind the director of the orphanage and said, "I'm an orphan who was adopted when I was young. Now, with the help of my adoptive parents, I can barely be considered successful.
Now that I have money in my hands, I want to make up for my past experience. I want to give some warmth to children like me. I wonder if the director has any arrangements here. "
The director of the orphanage had a stove in her house. The charcoal in the stove was burning very brightly. The temperature in the house was even warmer than a house with heating.
As soon as the director of the orphanage entered the house, she immediately took off her brand-new down jacket, revealing the cashmere sweater underneath.
Jiujiu had seen this sweater in a magazine some time ago. It cost four digits.
The director of the orphanage didn't realize that Jiujiu had seen that the sweater she was wearing was very expensive. She immediately looked touched and said with emotion, "Miss, you're really beautiful and kind. If everyone could think like you, there wouldn't be any irresponsible parents who abandoned their children in the world."
It was disgusting for a person who wore branded clothes with the price of Eighteen to say such sanctimonious words.
Jiujiu lowered her eyes to hide the disgust in her eyes. She sighed sentimentally along with the director's words and said softly, "Yes, I also hope that I can contribute a little so that other orphans won't have to work as hard as I did."
Jiujiu's words clearly indicated that she was willing to donate.
The headmistress was originally worried that Jiujiu wouldn't donate. Now that she saw that Jiujiu was willing to donate, the headmistress began to think about how much Jiujiu was willing to donate.
If it had been a few years ago, the hospital director probably wouldn't have been able to tell whether Jiujiu was rich or not.
After all, she was worried about whether the children in the orphanage could eat their fill every day. She was already struggling to make ends meet, so her vision was naturally close to nothing.
But now, she had been blinded by Zhou Jinnian's hush money. Over the years, the Wu family had brought her to see the prosperous world that she had never seen before. Only now did she know that a shirt of a rich man was enough to feed the children in the orphanage for a year.
After witnessing the bustle of the city, the head of the hospital could naturally tell that Jiujiu was wearing haute couture, especially the wristwatch on her wrist, which was equivalent to wearing a large flat set in Beijing on her wrist.
If such a person were to donate, it would be at least a few hundred thousand yuan, and at most a few million yuan.
With so much money, even if she could only take a small part of it, she could buy more things for herself.
The headmistress looked at Jiujiu with even more enthusiasm, as if she was looking at a financial backer. She rubbed her hands excitedly and stared at Jiujiu with eager eyes. She said, "It's great that you have such thoughts. If the children know about it, they will be very grateful to you."
The headmistress had received several young girls who had donated, and without exception, they were all very soft-hearted. Jiujiu was born in the orphanage, and now that she had made a name for herself, she took the initiative to donate. She must be the same type of child.
Therefore, the headmistress felt that if she took the initiative to mention the other children in the orphanage, Jiujiu would be very willing to donate.
Jiujiu smiled shyly, and her cheeks flushed. "I'm just doing something within my ability. I don't need their gratitude. By the way, do you have a business card, Headmistress?"
The headmistress of the orphanage naturally had a business card. She immediately took one out and handed it to Jiujiu.
Jiujiu looked at the name on the business card and carefully put it into her handbag.
The headmistress's eyes lit up again when she saw the large brand name on Jiujiu's handbag.
This bag was a limited edition, and it cost at least six figures.
This young girl seemed to be richer than she looked. At least, in the eyes of the headmistress, she was super rich.
After Jiujiu put the business card into her bag, she stood up and said, "It's getting late, so I won't disturb you any further. As for the donation, don't worry, I'll get my assistant to contact you."
Jiujiu's words and actions all revealed that she was very rich. Now that the headmistress had mentioned her assistant, the headmistress's eyes lit up again.
Jiujiu put on her clothes and walked out.
The principal's mother followed her step by step. The smile on her face was ingratiating and humble. Jiujiu felt like vomiting when she saw her bending over for the sake of five buckets of rice.
The headmistress walked Jiujiu to the entrance of the orphanage.
The gate of the orphanage was an iron gate. When Eighteen was in the orphanage, the iron gate had already rusted. Now that so many years had passed, the iron gate was rusty, and there were even holes in some places.
Jiujiu glanced behind the iron gate and reminded softly, "Headmistress, although public security is good now, we still have to be vigilant. This gate is a little too old."
The headmistress immediately understood what Jiujiu meant. She immediately replied obsequiously, "I'll get someone to change it tomorrow."
Jiujiu smiled, said goodbye to the headmistress, and walked to the car.
Looking at the luxurious car Jiujiu drove, the headmistress was more confident about the donation this time. She even began to think about how to persuade Jiujiu to donate more.
Jiujiu hated Zhou Jinnian and Wu Xinni, but Jiujiu hated the headmistress even more.
Zhou Jinnian and Wu Xinni were scheming against her.
As for the headmistress, Eighteen grew up in the orphanage and had long regarded her as her mother.
After Eighteen was adopted by the Zhou family, not to mention the money that the Zhou family gave to the orphanage, Eighteen often saved up the pocket money that the Zhou family gave her to the headmistress. She often sent the new clothes that the Zhou family bought for her back to the orphanage for her siblings to wear.
Later, when she found out that most of the children in the orphanage did not have decent clothes, Eighteen even took the initiative to raise money in the school.
In order to get as many clothes as possible, Eighteen even wrote down her background for everyone to see.
Eighteen knew that once she did that, although she could get more donations, her classmates would definitely talk about her in private.
She also knew very well that once she did that, the Zhou family would definitely have a problem with her. Her relationship with Zhou Jinnian was not very clear, so it would not be good.
However, she still did it regardless because she knew that sometimes, face was worthless in the face of survival.
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First, she set a small goal, such as remembering it in seconds.
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