Among the crowd welcoming Lin Zhe and his party at the village entrance,
besides the residents of Zhang Family Village itself, there was also a special guest.
"President Lin, let me introduce someone."
"This is Zhang Minghong, the deputy head of our Bei River Township."
"When he heard you were coming to our village to bring aid, he made time in his busy schedule to come over."
"Deputy Township Head Zhang, this is President Lin of the Fortunate Inn, Mr. Lin Zhe."
After the simple welcoming ceremony, Zhang Xinguo introduced Lin Zhe and Deputy Township Head Zhang Minghong.
"Hello, Deputy Township Head Zhang. I'm Lin Zhe."
Smiling, Lin Zhe reached out and shook Zhang Minghong's hand.
Although he rarely dealt with government officials like Zhang Minghong, he was hardly nervous and showed no timidity at all.
"Hello, Mr. Lin. Thank you so much for your generous support of our township's program to honor the elderly. Thank you!"
Zhang Minghong firmly clasped Lin Zhe's hand. The sincerity and gratitude in his eyes were unmistakable.
Whatever Lin Zhe's purpose in bringing so many supplies to Zhangjiazhuang Village to offer aid, Zhang Minghong was deeply grateful to him.
After all, the supplies Lin Zhe had brought today were real, and they would actually be distributed to the elderly.
This was unlike certain places that staged things for show, taking photos while handing out supplies, then taking them back once the photos were done.
In the end, they would fob people off with a few packs of dried noodles or bags of salt, as though dismissing beggars.
"You're too kind, Deputy Township Head Zhang. I'm only doing what little I can."
"I grew up in the countryside myself, so I know life isn't easy for the elderly.
"First, I organized today's event to bring