Alvin looked at the silent crowd and laughed. "What's wrong, everyone?
For the sake of those poor girls, is it really so difficult for you to do something?"
Everyone present was a prominent social figure. They hadn't expected Alvin to ask such a question, but it wasn't enough to stump them.
Some of them had long since grown accustomed to the procedures of charity. If Alvin hadn't been the one asking, and if Julie hadn't set such a shining example, they could have spun an entire set of eloquent speeches in response to the question, "What are you willing to give?"
A middle-aged woman whose name even Alvin didn't know stepped forward and said, "We're willing to call on all sectors of society to pay attention to their lives. We're willing to put in every effort to help them return to normal lives.
We know our influence can't reach such distant places, but I'm willing to contribute my strength.
I can contact the media for an exclusive interview. I can unite every available force to pressure the Government of India..."
Alvin nodded "admiringly." He didn't question the woman's sincerity. Instead, he smiled and said, "Then take action. Treat this as long-term work.
People will remember the promise you made today..."
As he spoke, Alvin turned to Masrani. "Buddy, are you satisfied with this result? You've attracted the attention of the entire world. Countless people are willing to help you."
Masrani shook his head helplessly. "It's useless. I've tried many methods and funded many organizations, but I've never received satisfactory results.
Miss Julie was right. What they need isn't money, but hope!"
As he spoke, Masrani looked at Alvin. "Mr. Battleaxe, you just asked what I'm willing to give to help them. I can tell you that I'm willing to give