124: Chapter 124: Private Charitable Foundation Established! News Push Notification!

Su Yun stood up and patted the wrinkles on his clothes.

"Alright, then I'll head back first."

"I'll come back to give you the second acupuncture treatment in seven days."

"In the next few days, pay attention to a light diet and don't get angry."

Old Chen waved his hand.

"Xiao Zhang, take him back and ensure his safety."

Xiao Zhang nodded, walked to the door, and opened it.

"Mr. Su, please."

Su Yun followed Xiao Zhang out of the ward.

They went downstairs and got into the car.

The Hongqi sedan drove out of the heavily guarded sanatorium once again.

On the way back, Xiao Zhang's attitude was clearly much more respectful than when they arrived, even carrying a hint of deference.

"Mr. Su, can the Chief's illness really be completely cured?" Xiao Zhang looked at Su Yun through the rearview mirror while driving.

"Yes." Su Yun leaned back against the seat and closed his eyes to rest.

"As long as he cooperates with the treatment on time, that piece of shrapnel will be completely expelled from his body after three courses of treatment."

Xiao Zhang let out a long breath, and his hands gripping the steering wheel relaxed quite a bit.

"That's great."

"The Chief has suffered too much these years; every time it's rainy or overcast, he's in so much pain that he can't sleep all night."

"If you can really cure the Chief, you will be the benefactor of our entire Jiangnan Military Region."

"In the future, if you have any instructions, just say the word."

Su Yun didn't respond.

He looked at the receding city scenery outside the window, calculating what to do next in his mind.

The paperwork for the Foundation would be processed immediately.

Those internet trolls and haters who were frantically stirring up trouble online would soon face the backlash.

By then, all public opinion would completely flip.

The people who called him a miser would have their faces slapped hard.

His merit points would usher in another wave of skyrocketing growth.

...

Not long after, Su Yun arrived.

The car stopped at the entrance of the Jinxiu Jiangnan Community.

He pushed the door open, got out, waved at Xiao Zhang, and strode into the community.

Four o'clock in the afternoon.

Su Yun had just used his key to unlock the apartment door and hadn't even had time to change his shoes.

Two rhythmic knocks came from outside the security door.

Su Yun opened the door.

Two men in black suits stood outside the door.

Both stood straight, exuding an air of swift and decisive competence.

The man with the crew cut on the left bowed slightly and handed over a thick kraft paper file bag with both hands.

"Hello, Mr. Su."

"Old Chen gave instructions that your matter should be handled as a special case, and everything is complete."

The man on the right followed up by handing over an exquisite mahogany box.

"These are the full set of seals for the Foundation."

Su Yun took the file bag and the wooden box.

Old Chen's efficiency was truly top-notch.

They had just finished talking in the morning, and the items were delivered to his door in the afternoon.

"Thank Old Chen for me." Su Yun nodded.

The two men didn't waste words; having completed their task, they turned around and got into the elevator to go downstairs.

Su Yun closed the door.

He walked to the living room and threw the items onto the wide coffee table.

He tore open the sealing string of the file bag.

He poured everything out.

The bright red business license had the words "Tianji Charity Foundation" printed on it in large characters.

In the legal representative column, Su Yun's name was clearly printed.

Below it were the tax registration certificate, organization code certificate, and the special approval document from the Civil Affairs Bureau.

The paperwork was so complete that one couldn't find a single fault.

Su Yun opened the mahogany box.

Inside, three seals were neatly embedded.

The official seal, financial seal, and legal representative seal.

They were all carved from high-quality brass and felt heavy in his hand.

Su Yun took out his phone and plopped down on the sofa.

He opened the mobile banking app.

He logged in via facial recognition.

Looking at the long string of zeros in his account, Su Yun clicked directly on the transfer interface.

He entered the public account number of the Foundation that had just been approved.

He entered the amount: 5000000.

He clicked confirm.

Fingerprint verification passed.

A green checkmark popped up on the screen.

"Transfer successful."

Su Yun threw his phone on the sofa.

The system's mechanical voice rang directly in his mind.

[Ding! Detected that the host has successfully established a private charity Foundation.]

[Capital injection complete.]

[System long-term revenue mechanism activated.]

[All subsequent social good deeds generated through this Foundation will be automatically evaluated by the system.]

[All good deeds will be converted into merit points dividends proportionally and automatically settled to the host's account monthly.]

Su Yun was amused.

This system was quite keeping up with the times.

Before, it was getting paid once for one job, purely manual labor.

Now it was directly creating passive income.

As long as the Foundation kept taking money to do good deeds, even if he slept at home every day, merit points would keep flowing into his account.

Earning lifespan while lying down—this move was a huge win.

Su Yun picked up the business license and the brass official seal, placing them on the coffee table.

Finding the right angle, he snapped a photo.

He opened his social media platform account.

He edited a post.

"Tianji Charity Foundation officially established."

"The first five million in startup capital has been deposited into the public account."

"From now on, ninety percent of the live streaming revenue will go through this account."

"Every transaction will be open and transparent, and we welcome supervision from the entire internet."

The attached image was the photo he had just taken.

He clicked send.

Less than a minute after it was sent.

The comment section below was immediately flooded by trolls.

The notification sound rang crazily.

Su Yun opened the comment section.

The whole screen was filled with unsightly abuse.

"Photoshop dog! It takes at least a few months to set up a Foundation now, and you did it in one day? Who are you trying to fool!"

"The miser is starting to whitewash himself? I bet this five million is just moving money from his left hand to his right hand!"

"Boycott Su Yun! Everyone, don't believe his nonsense!"

"There's not even an official endorsement, and you're coming out to scam people with a seal carved from a radish?"

"Check this guy's background; he's definitely a big scammer!"

Su Yun looked at the screen full of malicious comments and didn't even have the interest to reply.

Jump, jump all you want.

The happier you jump now, the more swollen your faces will be when they get slapped later.

He muted his phone, got up, and went to the kitchen to brew himself a cup of goji berry tea.

Carrying the teacup, he returned to the living room and watched TV leisurely.

...

Five o'clock in the afternoon sharp.

Su Yun was drinking tea.

His phone screen lit up.

A news alert for a followed topic popped up at the top.

The official account of the Jiangcheng City Commission for Discipline Inspection released a notice with white text on a blue background.

Su Yun put down his teacup, picked up his phone, and opened it.

The headline was extremely eye-catching.

"Notice Regarding the Suspected Serious Duty-Related Crimes of Zhao Yicheng, Head of the Jiangcheng Branch of the Red Heart Charity Association"

Su Yun quickly scanned the text.

The content was extremely detailed, hiding nothing.

"Upon investigation, during his tenure as the head of the Jiangcheng Branch of the Red Heart Charity Association, Zhao Yicheng disregarded party discipline and state laws, used his position for personal gain, and colluded with others multiple times to misappropriate charitable funds from all sectors of society."

"The specific amounts and flow are as follows: 12 million transferred to overseas private accounts; 3 million used to purchase imported luxury cars; 15 million used to purchase a riverside villa in the western suburbs of Jiangcheng..."

Below it were attached images of the complete evidence chain of the fund flow.

These figures were exactly the same as those Su Yun had pointed out by name over the phone in the morning, down to the numbers after the decimal point.

Immediately after.

The Jiangcheng Police official Weibo account simultaneously updated the progress of the case.

"Currently, the criminal suspect Zhao Yicheng has been criminally detained in accordance with the law, and the case is under further investigation. We will never tolerate any criminal behavior that reaches into charitable funds."

The attached image was extremely hardcore.

In the first photo, Zhao Yicheng was wearing that custom suit, with silver bracelets on his wrists, being escorted by two tall criminal police officers on his left and right, lowering his head as he climbed into the police car.

He looked like a stray dog, with none of the arrogant air he had when he called to extort money in the morning.

The second photo was the gate of a luxury villa.

A conspicuous white seal from the court was pasted on the door.

This was the love nest Zhao Yicheng had bought for his mistress named "Xiaoya."