People who take care of themselves, raise their parents and children well, and obey the law are already doing a kind of charity for society. Charity is not simply about donating money to those poorer than oneself. Save yourself before saving others—that was the principle.
Ordinary people already had a hard enough time taking care of themselves, with no spare strength left to help others. As long as they did not cause trouble for anyone else, that was good enough. But when they had the means, it became a matter of conscience.
Clearly, Wang Yan had both the means and the conscience. He was Old Wang, inheriting Wei Wu's fine traditions, and Comrade Wang, red from head to toe. Though he might fall short in minor matters, his great virtue had never been tarnished.
Whether in the real world or the worlds of film and television, he had always held fast to certain things...
"Director Liu, then it's settled. Tomorrow, I'll have Yang Meifang send her daughter over. We'll have to trouble the comrades at the welfare home to take care of her."
At Bali River Welfare Home, Wang Yan said this to Director Liu with a smile.
Director Liu was a woman in her fifties. Perhaps because she spent every day with children, she looked especially gentle and gave off a kindly impression.
She nodded repeatedly. "Don't worry, Little Wang. You've put in so much effort. We'll definitely handle this small matter properly. You can come visit anytime."
Wang Yan nodded with a smile. "There's one more thing, Director Liu. Let's not publicize the donation. After all, I'm a public employee. Although I've already passed financial review, the public doesn't know the details, and misunderstandings could easily arise. One million today is the most I can afford right now.