Perhaps because the donation was so large, the Han Hong Foundation immediately called. The person on the other end was Han Hong herself.
For the sake of openness and transparency, Jiang Siming simply turned on his phone's speaker.
"Hello, hello, Mr. Jiang. You donated 21.62 million, right? I just saw my foundation colleagues say that you donated it during your livestream."
Han Hong's voice was highly distinctive. Anyone who heard it would know it was her.
"Yes. And this wasn't donated by me, but by all the fans in my Live Stream Room. So please, please don't put my name on the donation." Jiang Siming made that clear.
"Of course. This donation is truly a timely rain for us. We want to use it to help impoverished children in the border regions—with schools, clothing, meals, books, stationery, and so on. We will make all the funding public and ensure that every cent is put to proper use. Mr. Jiang and all the viewers are welcome to supervise us at any time."
"That's good, then. We will supervise you. And thank you for personally handling everything. Sorry for the trouble." Jiang Siming said.
"Hahaha, hearing you say that really warms my heart. How about this? Since you said I worked hard, may I make a modest request, Mr. Jiang?" Han Hong asked.
"Go ahead. You don't have to call me Mr. Jiang, either. I'm younger than you, so you can just call me Xiao Jiang."
"All right, then you can call me Sister Hong. How does that sound?" Han Hong had always been straightforward and forthright, never pretentious.
"Of course. I've gained an older sister for free." Jiang Siming was naturally willing.
Making friends with someone as outstanding and noble as her was truly one of life's blessings.
Even though the