89: Chapter 89 The Station Manager's Bottom Line!
He did not do all this to receive gratitude from others.
At most, it was just to complete a spending mission.
After the quantity of luxury goods reached a certain level, occasionally doing some other small things could also bring him great emotional value.
Moreover, Shen Zhou could clearly perceive that the gaze Chen Xiaoran, who was by his side, fixed on him was becoming increasingly radiant.
After receiving a flurry of thanks from everyone, Shen Zhou and Chen Xiaoran finally pulled Auntie Song aside and returned to her residence.
Chen Xiaoran had just helped Auntie Song sit on the bed.
A look of pain appeared on Auntie Song's face, and beads of sweat as large as peas appeared on her forehead.
"Auntie Song, it seems your health really cannot be dragged on any longer."
Shen Zhou's expression was serious.
"Children, to tell you the truth, I have cancer—bone cancer. It's basically considered an incurable disease."
"There is no need for you to waste money and energy on this old bag of bones."
Auntie Song said slowly, her face full of relief and relaxation.
Regarding this matter, she hadn't even told anyone else at the Welfare Institute.
If it weren't for Shen Zhou and Chen Xiaoran pressing her so hard today, she intended to take this secret to the very last moment of her life.
"Auntie Song, you have also seen my donation to the Welfare Institute."
"I also know about bone cancer; as long as there is a sufficiently suitable bone marrow match, the probability of recovery is actually quite high."
"Even if we encounter the worst-case scenario, we can still use various cutting-edge treatment plans to alleviate your pain."
As he spoke, Shen Zhou took out a one-million-dollar check from his pocket without hesitation.
At the same time, the system's notification sound rang out.
[Ding!]
[Congratulations to the host for successfully spending one million on charity; please keep up the good work!]
Hearing this, Shen Zhou was completely relieved.
He could both help an auntie that Chen Xiaoran cared about deeply and help a very kind elderly woman.
For this, Shen Zhou was very willing to pay this amount of money.
Not to mention that he was still in the process of completing system tasks.
Auntie Song didn't dare to take the one-million-dollar check at all.
Her hands trembled slightly, and she looked at Shen Zhou and Chen Xiaoran with reddened eyes.
"You two children... this is too much money. I won't be able to repay you even if I work like an ox or a horse for the rest of my life."
"I really cannot accept this money!"
Auntie Song's tone became even more resolute.
Chen Xiaoran, who was beside them, had no choice but to join Shen Zhou in persuading Auntie Song.
The two brought up the children at the Welfare Institute and even brought up Auntie Song's family members.
Finally, after much persuasion, they managed to get Auntie Song to accept the check.
"You children, why are you so good to an old woman like me?"
"I really don't deserve this."
Until the end, Auntie Song kept muttering similar things.
Shen Zhou didn't hesitate anymore and immediately waved his hand, saying:
"Auntie Song, hurry up and take this money to handle the hospital admission procedures with your family."
"You must hurry; Xiaoran and I will come to visit you another day."
After a simple greeting, the two of them hurried out the door.
Although Auntie Song's leg hurt terribly, she still forced herself to lean against the door frame, and only after she could no longer see the backs of Shen Zhou and Chen Xiaoran did she slowly return to her room.
After being busy for the whole day, it wasn't until evening that Shen Zhou took Chen Xiaoran and walked slowly on the way home.
"Brother, you really worked hard all day today!"
Chen Xiaoran's water-like eyes stared at Shen Zhou's profile.
Having experienced everything today, she felt that Shen Zhou was the person in this world most worthy of her reliance and trust.
She knew that Shen Zhou didn't actually have much of a connection with that Welfare Institute.
The reason Shen Zhou spent so lavishly today was entirely for her sake.
"Brother, you are too good; I feel like I am not worth you doing this."
Chen Xiaoran's voice was a bit choked up.
There are thousands upon thousands of second-generation rich kids in this world.
But this was the first time she had seen someone capable of doing this much for a woman.
Shen Zhou knew Chen Xiaoran had misunderstood, but he didn't explain.
A faint smile played on his face.
"Xiaoran, remember, no matter what kind of problem you encounter, I will solve it for you."
"As long as you, Xiaoran, don't go out of your way to bully others, we don't have to fear anyone."
Shen Zhou's words were clear and bright.
Chen Xiaoran felt a strong sense of confidence from Shen Zhou's words.
It seemed Shen Zhou wouldn't worry about anything.
Coupled with Shen Zhou's handsome face, Chen Xiaoran was immediately intoxicated.
"Brother, sometimes I feel like you are a book; every time I open it, I always discover new content."
Chen Xiaoran smiled dotingly.
She loved this confidence of Shen Zhou's, the aura of having everything under control.
Ding!!
The phone suddenly rang.
A hearty, loud laugh soon came from the other end of the line.
"I say, Old Shen, you really have a big hand; we haven't seen each other for only three days, and you've already acquired ten percent of the shares of Feima Group?"
The person on the other end of the phone was Si Cong.
He was surrounded by a group of people, all of whom were members of the Shanghai second-generation circle.
This call was also made because they had egged Si Cong on to make it.
"The people under me are quite optimistic about the development of Feima Group, so I decided to make a strategic investment and acquired a small share."
Shen Zhou said.
"Hiss! Does this count as a small share?"
"Are you entering the market with such a big move just because you are optimistic?"
A sound of gasping could not help but come from the other end of the phone.
Ten percent of Feima Group's shares have a market value of at least over one billion.
Not to mention the complex network of interpersonal relationships connected behind it.
"Old Shen, I really am finding you more and more incomprehensible."
"Find a time to get together?"
Si Cong suggested.
"No problem, but since you called, there happens to be a matter I need your help with."
"Do you know the station manager of the Shanghai TV Station? Can you get me his contact information?"
Shen Zhou asked casually.
"Of course, I'll give him a call and have him reply to you immediately."
After finishing speaking, both parties ended the call.
Meanwhile, on the other side, inside the Luanjin Private Club.
Young Master Si Cong sat on the sofa, and both sides of him were filled with Shanghai second-generation rich kids.
Everyone in the entire private room was luxuriously dressed, and every gesture carried a sense of ease and naturalness.
It was obvious that this group of people had no worries at all.
"Why is he looking for the station manager of the Shanghai TV Station?"
Someone asked.
"Who cares? Anyway, it's a small matter, just get it done first."
As he spoke, Young Master Si Cong immediately dialed the phone number of the Shanghai TV Station manager.
After a brief conversation, the station manager indicated that he would contact him immediately.
Ending the call, Si Cong took a deep breath and said:
"Until now, I still don't know where this Shen Zhou popped out from."
"After I went down, I had people check, and I only found out that he has accounts at several banks, and the money in each card is not a small amount."
"The source of the money has been judged legal by the banks, but the specific source cannot be found at all."