"Hello." Tang Hao said with a smile.

"Sit, sit." Wang Fumin said politely.

Zhang Cuihua also sat down with a smile.

"Actually, this is nothing, and people with ability will do that."

"That's not what I said. Actually, I don't care so much about money, but if it weren't for you, my wife might have suffered even greater harm."

"Well, it's best for people to be fine."

"Yes, Cuihua doesn't usually buy these, and that necklace was given to her by those children."

"Child? Golden necklace?" Tang Hao was a little curious at this time.

"Well, my wife was afraid of being poor before. When she really got rich, she always liked to donate to orphanages in the city. Over time, the children became familiar with him. It was a gilded necklace that the children had saved for several months and bought from the store." Wang Fumin explained.

Tang Hao looked at Zhang Cuihua in surprise.

Zhang Cuihua said embarrassedly: "I have never been willing to take it off when the children put it on me with their own hands."

Looking at Zhang Cuihua again, Tang Hao suddenly felt a little ashamed.

This really corresponds to the saying, people should not behave like appearance.

"Cuihua has been telling me that she would donate money to the Tang Hao Foundation before. I have been hesitating, but after what happened the day before yesterday, I think it is worth it." Wang Fumin said.

"Then I want to say thank you to you on behalf of the Foundation and those who will be helped." Tang Hao said gratefully.

"It's all for helping people in need. Actually, I really admire you very much. I really should feel ashamed of charity."

"I have always felt that way to do my best in public welfare."

"Well, no matter what, I really have to thank you for Cuihua's affairs. I know you are not short of money. This is a painting given by my friend, which is very valuable for collection." Wang Fumin said as he took out a round long box from behind.

"No, Mr. Wang, it's really not." Seeing that Wang Fumin was going to deliver things, Tang Hao hurriedly stood up.

"This is our will. You must accept it, otherwise we will feel guilty for the rest of our lives." Wang Fumin also stood up.

"Yes, just treat it as a gift from my friend." Zhang Cuihua also stood up.

Tang Hao hesitated for a moment, thinking that he was not an official, so if he didn't accept it, he would be really not to give face.

"Well, then I'll accept it."

"That's really great." Wang Fumin and Zhang Cuihua both looked a little more.

After chatting for a while, Wang Fumin and Zhang Cuihua said goodbye.

While they were leaving, Tang Hao looked at their car, a very ordinary Audi car.

After going upstairs, he opened the painting curiously. The painting was filled with ink shrimps. It looked lifelike and was a master's work. However, there was no other painter's signature in the lower right corner of the painting, but it turned out to be a painting by the deputy without author.

This is also rare, but he didn't think much about it, put the words back and threw them aside.

After washing up, he then went out to the sports field.

Long-distance running is a force for blacks. Asians are not very good at this competition except for racing.

After the power of Shenxing Taibao increased to 70%, this was a real warm-up project for him.

The reason why he signed up for so many projects was that he wanted to earn more honor points.

The result was as expected, and in the end, his 10,000-meter score was 26 minutes, 59 seconds, 30!

This result has increased the Asian record he just set not long ago by more than 7 seconds, and there are less than 10 seconds left before the world record.

After the competition, when he changed his clothes and was about to go back, he suddenly received a call from Zhuang Jiajie, and the first sentence he said was.

"When did you meet Wang Fulin?"

Tang Hao was stunned for a moment, and then said, "I don't know Wang Fulin?"

"What's going on? The foundation's people just told me that Wang Fulin and his wife donated 100 million yuan to the foundation."

"One hundred million, wait, who are you talking about Wang Fulin?"

"Who else can it be? It's the one who works in real estate, the invisible rich man, who has always been very low-key, with an asset of more than 200 billion yuan." Zhuang Jiajie said a lot of names.

After Tang Hao came to his senses, he immediately knew who he was talking about.

Wang Fulin, a real estate tycoon!

Tang Hao naturally quickly thought of the Wang Fumin and his wife I met yesterday. In fact, it was a word different, and he thought about it again.

He had never seen a real person in his previous life, but he had seen the photos. He was definitely not the same as Wang Fumin.

But if that's it, the only possibility is that after he was reborn, some things still changed a little.

But remembering their clothes, their cars.

He suddenly remembered his original feelings again, and it was really.
Chapter completed!