Chapter 337
Zhu Yuyan to the food are covered with a number of American aura, as if the set of golden bell, not afraid of the Japanese guns and ammunition.
Thanks to that a daily stuffed clothes donation box, although in the newspaper was scolded, implicated Mr. Su also be scolded, but black and red is also red, today’s society has not heard of the donation box and Mrs. Su’s charitable foundation of too few people.
Mrs. Su’s charitable foundation has become even more popular with the wind of American corn.
After three days of advertisements for American corn, Mrs. Su’s new trick came next.
Mr. Su once again held up a table for the reporters to take pictures, and the picture of him showing his eight white teeth left a mark on all the major newspapers.
This table is used to distribute food.
Mrs. Su once again asked Mr. Su to write a touching article.
It was about how 80% of the people in the world don’t have enough to eat, and how the thought of that keeps you up at night. But in this city, food is wasted every day, and she hopes that everyone will put the food they don’t eat at home on this table for those who need it.
There was no mention of where the $800,000 in American corn was.
Newspapers looked at it and thought it was just another show, a big scam! Excited pen are shaking, every day in the newspaper to discuss this American corn, so that the beggars in the city have heard the story of American corn.
A total of ten days of noise, even in front of the government and Zhu family building are surrounded by reporters, Zhu Yuyan just came out and said that the United States corn has just arrived at the pier, has arrived in the warehouse, but about the pricing of the problem they are discussing, although it is bought by the charity, but the charity is a one-time, the stomach is not a one-time, not to say that after eating the United States corn in the United States after the one time don’t have to eat it, so these United States corn vowed to not be sent to the White House! Therefore, this American corn will not be sent to everyone for free, but will be charged a small fee to continue to fill the Foundation’s account, so please be patient for a few more days.
When Mrs. Su’s words were reported in the press, the newspapers became even more frantic, thinking that this must be a pretext! There must be no such thing as American corn; it must be a lie.
A reporter with a good eye found out that there had been no American ships docking at the wharf recently, and they interviewed the sailors, who laughed at them and said that the American bosses didn’t care whether the poor Chinese ate or not, and that if they had corn, it would just rot in the ground and they wouldn’t give it to the Chinese people to eat.
The newspapers were full of stories about American corn, but the people didn’t care.
But the people didn’t care, they were looking forward to the real American corn. They went to the grain store with their grain bags, but the store said there was no such thing as American corn.
The grain stores had their own grain, and they sold it at sky-high prices. The people could not afford it. The grain store scoffed and said that since it was charity corn, they would naturally go to the charity people to get it, but the grain store was not a charity.
The streets are drying up.
Su Chunjun knows that Zhu Yuyan is hyping the concept of American corn in order to make sure that everyone knows that the charity foundation is distributing food. This is a grand reverse propaganda campaign launched by the newspaper.
But he was worried about Zhu Yuyan’s safety, afraid that she would be injured by the crowd, and asked her to go in and out of the car, and also left Chen driver for her to use.
Zhu Yuyan waited until the pot of water is almost dry, only to come out and say that it has been prepared, just in the donation box there, each person limited to buy, a bag of a dollar.
The large font wrote clearly the time and place, the advertisement is again the whole city screen.
Newspapers have been hyping the charitable foundation for half a month in order to expose its true colors, so they don’t have to beat the drum any more for the people to know about it.
A dollar a bag?
Really?
This money is now very worthless.
Su Chunjun’s banknote printing machine has been on for a month, the banknotes on the street immediately depreciated tenfold, and what could be bought for a dollar before, can’t be bought for ten dollars now.
On that day, all kinds of newspaper reporters gathered, will donate clothes box here surrounded inside and outside three layers.
When Zhu Yuyan got off the bus, she saw that there were foreign journalists with yellow hair and white skin.
Su Chunjun also arrived, he also transferred a police force to maintain order. Seeing that the place was full of reporters and interview cars, he first asked the police to open up a road for the people lined up outside to come in.
The common people, even if they all know that this is a scam, are harboring tiny hopes, thinking that what if, it is possible, maybe …… there will be food? It is to cheat people, may also give a couple hundred bags first.
So still came many of the people carrying their family grain bags and holding grain urns.
They stood outside the circle of reporters and looked toward that clothing donation box.
A month has passed, the wind and rain soaked clothing donation box has been no longer the day of the bright, paint are some peeling, looks old.
Many of the people who came back here had taken clothes from the clothing donation box, and there were also listeners and grannies mixing in to speak.
“There really are clothes in that box, this one on me was taken from it.” The hearer tugged at the clothes he was wearing and said.
The onlookers said, “Ya, this is a nice dress! No patches!”
“I took clothes for my whole family!” The granny said, “What my little grandson is wearing now was taken from there.”
The people around her didn’t look like she had been starving, and said, “Your family is well off, and your face is white from all the food you’ve eaten.”
The granny laughed dryly, rubbed her face and said, “I’m sick, swollen, swollen.”
Talking and discussing more people, there really took the clothes spoke.
“Clothes are there, is less. You have to hurry to come, if you come late you won’t be able to get them.”
“There really are clothes, every day, but not many, just a few, take it and it’s gone.”
There are all kinds of charitable organizations in town, American ones, British ones, foreign adults, Chinese adults. Most people have heard of them, but have never met one themselves. Their own family members are sick, hungry, but also did not meet the charity to help them ah, over time they do not believe.
Now, looking at the battle in front of me, I still don’t believe in it.
After a long time of hard life, they don’t believe that pies will fall from the sky, and they don’t believe that good things will fall on their heads.
They just want to come to take a look, bump, in case they hit the big luck.
The policemen came and drove the people away and made them line up.
Some of the people, like seeing a natural enemy, ran away in fear. Some who couldn’t run in time were caught and lined up.
The journalists were watching, waiting to take pictures of Mr. Su’s scandal.
Wouldn’t it be bad if no one went to collect the food then!
Before the police could maintain order, they were ordered to rush the people to collect the American corn.
So, a group of policemen rushed towards the people like a tiger coming down from the mountain.
Mr. and Mrs. Su stood on the high platform with nothing to do, the reporters were willing to come up and ask a question or two, but the police brought by Mr. Su were fierce and blocked all the reporters from Times Pioneer, not allowing them to ask Mr. and Mrs. Su questions.
Mr. Su saw that the sun was shining on Mrs. Su, so he personally raised an umbrella to shade Mrs. Su.
Mrs. Su covered her mouth with a handkerchief and said with a smile, “Do you want the reporters to write that you love your wife as much as your life?”
Mr. Su: “I already love my wife like life, I don’t need them to write about it.”
Finally, the first batch of people who were arranged to have Mr. and Mrs. Su send American corn for the reporters to take pictures of were driven over.
The people lined up nervously in a line, scowling, not like they came to buy food, but like they came to pay rent to the landlord.
Mr. Su smiled and said, “Come here, come here, one dollar a bag.”
The first person in line stared at Mr. Su, shivering, and threw out a clenched and wet Yuan Daitou from the core of his hand.
When the newspaper said one dollar, the people had their own wisdom and felt that it couldn’t mean worthless paper money, so this man was carrying Yuan Datou.
Su Chunjun accepted this piece of money and asked him to prop up the grain bag, Mr. Su himself used a ladle and a dipper to fill it with corn, it was a full dry rice jade, the color was new and yellow, and it looked like it was just harvested last year.
The man’s breathing was immediately unsteady, and both hands were shaking as he grasped the grain bag.
The people behind him all stood on tiptoe to look here, and the line began to involuntarily squeeze forward.
“It’s really grain!”
“It’s real!”
“There’s no lie!”
A bag full of corn, Su Chunjun tied the mouth of the bag tightly with twine, the man held the bag of corn hand and foot, gave Su Chunjun a bow before turning his head and rushed out of the crowd, half a moment without stopping to run away.
The people in the back of the line no longer need the police to drive away, all of them can’t wait to put their pockets in front of Su Chunjun.
In recent years, Su Chunjun has always been working in front of the case, not as much as in the school, but now he has a passion for labor.
He did not care whether the people brought paper money or Yuan Daitou, whether the money was real or fake, whether it was zero or whole, he did not count, did not even look at it, but only focused on low to reach in front of the pockets, pottery urns, wooden pots, iron pots filled with grain, all filled.
His forehead was covered with sweat, his suit jacket was taken off early, his shirt sleeves were pulled up high, and his tie was tucked into his breast pocket, and his body was covered with dust.
From day to dusk, I don’t know how many people’s families could cook a pot of corn for dinner tonight, Mr. Su’s arm was completely lifted.
Mrs. Su was interviewed by a few reporters, praising Mr. Su’s patriotism and love for the people. But the next day’s newspaper was all about “American Corn Saves the People of China”, and Mr. Su’s name was not mentioned once.
Mr. Su didn’t care. Mr. Su wanted to distribute corn today. He thought it would be more meaningful than sitting in an office.
Zhao Shuli rushes to Zhujialou to urge Mr. Su to go to work, saying, “You weren’t here yesterday, and I did all the work by myself.” He also ridiculed Mr. Su for not being able to work hard in all four bodies, and after laboring all day yesterday, he couldn’t lift his two arms today.
Su Chunjun: “There is only this one spot to send out corn, so we always have to do it for a few more days, and we will go to other spots after sending out this one.”
This is the dumbest method, but the best way at the moment. Because they simply didn’t have any credible manpower.
Although this took more time, it was good for both the people and the charitable foundation. If the charitable foundation could persistently send out corn for a month, if it did anything else in the future, the people would naturally believe it without the newspaper building up momentum for it.
Zhao Shuli: “Then let me go. You made so much of a splash yesterday, let me make a splash today too. I’m not like you, I started practicing martial arts at the age of eight and joined the army at the age of fourteen.”
Su Chunjun rebutted him, “That’s not right, I remember that you are a supervisor, a civil official.”
Zhao Shuli: “Then I am also better than you, at least I have ridden a horse and held a sword, you have only held a pen.”
Zhao Shuli didn’t tell lies, indeed he held on longer than Mr. Su, he held on for four days before he couldn’t lift his arm, asked the bone-setting master to come and see him, and said he had to rest for three months.
So the rest of the time can only be Mrs. Su to send food.
Mr. Su was long suffering, and Zhao Shuli also thought that Mrs. Su could not hold on for half a day, thinking that the work was too hard.
However, Mrs. Su let the people load the grain with scoops by themselves, and she just collected the money and said “please”.
Zhao Shuli: “……”
Su Chunjun: “It’s Yan Yan who’s the best.”
Mrs. Su sent enough food for one week at the clothing donation box, followed by the north of the city, then the south, then the southeast, northwest, and north, the whole city made a big circle, before and after two months and ten days, a total of nine hundred and sixty tons of food.
There were countless living people.