"Distribute food."
Hu Chan's two words were calmly spoken, yet they struck like thunder.
"From my experience, the reason the World Salvation Church has earned the recognition of the various powers in the Safe Zone is that it regularly helps civilians and treats people kindly."
"And given our backgrounds, President Qin, you and I are both orphans. You should be able to understand how I feel."
Qin Siyang had only heard Hu Chan briefly mention the World Salvation Church's food distributions once. It was an initiative Hu Chan had proposed himself after becoming the Holy Son.
But Qin Siyang had never eaten any food from the World Salvation Church.
When he asked for details, Hu Chan told him that the World Salvation Church lacked both a transportation network and substantial funding, so the reach of its relief efforts was limited.
It had always carried out relief efforts in relatively remote places, though none as remote as the 14121 Region. That was why Qin Siyang had never witnessed the World Salvation Church's good deeds firsthand.
At first, Qin Siyang had not really believed that Hu Chan was doing charitable work.
Distributing food was the sort of thing only a bleeding heart would do.
Gu Yunpeng might do it, because his surname was Gu. Zhao Sifang might do it, because he was an upright man to begin with.
But someone like Hu Chan, who had schemed and maneuvered his way up and wiped out countless enemies, was rotten with cunning and had a head full of calculations.
He would play the philanthropist?
Qin Siyang had scoffed at the idea.
Until Hu Chan said, "I originally lived in a remote part of State 13. Both my parents were dead, and before the apocalypse, I spent my days in an orphanage. After the apocalypse,