Although Langga Zhaxi could refuse the money Shen Le tried to give him directly, he had no way to refuse when Shen Le donated a sum to the nearby Hope Primary School.
There was no helping it. Even though he was a thangka artist with some modest means, he was nowhere near wealthy enough to casually pull out hundreds of thousands or millions to equip a Hope Primary School.
And the things children needed could be very few—so few that all they needed was a patch of flat ground at the foot of the mountain. They did not even need a ball; they could fill a pig bladder with water and kick it around as one.
Or they could need a great many things: a library, a computer room, a classroom for remote online lessons, a laboratory—especially a laboratory. Physics experiments, chemistry experiments... and if they wanted to do experiments involving robots, drones, and the like, there was practically no upper limit to the cost!
"Ah—well—"
"Come on, give me a hand." Shen Le had already waved over one of the Special Affairs Bureau guys beside him. "You know someone in the local education department, right? Help me out and keep an eye on things. Make sure this money gets spent properly. I really do not want to see some Hope Primary School somehow spending fifteen thousand on a five-hundred-yuan secondhand DSLR from Xianyu..."
The corners of both guys' mouths twitched. What did he take them for?
Huh?
They were field operatives of the Special Affairs Department, constantly racing across the snowy plateau to deal with all kinds of things ordinary people never encountered—whether it was a yak that had suddenly awakened its spiritual intelligence and charged out of a herder's cattle pen, needing to be taken away immediately;
or