Chapter 757: Chapter 178: Mr. Fang’s Grand Gesture [Ten Thousand Words] (Part 3)
"Yes."
Everyone resumed their busy work.
Fang Che, on the other hand, started to use his brain, seriously examining each piece of selected comparative information.
Then he discovered, there were quite a few.
All were wealthy individuals, all were families over a hundred years old, either financial conglomerate families or martial artist families, among them, there were surprisingly forty to fifty eighth and ninth level families, nine seventh level martial artist families, and three sixth level millennial families.
As for the several hundred-year-old shops with secret recipes, there were more than two hundred of them.
"So many rich people!"
Fang Che issued the first command: "First check the amount of donations in these disasters and calamities. Make a ranking list."
Everyone’s eyes lit up.
If they were people from the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, they probably wouldn’t donate to the common people in Baiyun State. It’s quite fitting to start from this point.
But Fang Che knew, it might not be effective.
For example, people like the Worldwide Escort Agency, Zheng Yunqi and others had donated quite a bit...
But he really had no leads and could only search aimlessly.
...
Amidst the busyness...
Jing Xiuyun and the other two returned.
"How is it? Any discoveries?" Fang Che asked.
"Everything’s as usual, but places like the Ning Family Mansion seem a little different. However, we still need to observe more to confirm." Zhao Ying’er hesitated, unable to speak of any definite suspicions.
Because... there was no evidence, no unusual movements, just tightly shut doors.
And there were really too many such households.
"Alright."
Fang Che did not expect them to find anything, just a routine inquiry.
"Lame Hong Er said there’s something, needs your help." Jing Xiuyun said with a chuckle.
Then immediately pulled Zhao Ying’er and ran away.
"Huh?"
Fang Che turned his head, frowning as he looked at the awkward-faced lame Hong Er.
This guy’s trembling like this, asking for my help?
Lame Hong Er himself didn’t know why, as soon as he saw Fang Che, his whole body instinctively shivered, and he felt as though the fierce storm of a beating was coming over him again.
It had become a conditioned reflex: he feared whenever he saw Fang Che.
Even if he hadn’t done anything wrong, even if he had made great contributions, still the same.
"What’s the matter?" Fang Che was in a bad mood, his eyes sharp, face serious, and questioned directly.
"Mr. Fang, I... I..."
Lame Hong Er was flustered seeing Fang Che’s cold gaze, originally thinking ’getting beaten every time I see Mr. Fang, not like my butt itches,’ but in the blankness of his mind, he blurted out: "...my butt itches again..."
Jing Xiuyun and Zhao Ying’er, who had just taken a few steps, stopped in their tracks, nearly unable to believe their ears.
With a thud.
Lame Hong Er was kicked out, then consecutively kicked three times, turning into a flying person in the air.
"So you came to ask me to help with an itching butt."
Fang Che waved his hand, drew lame Hong Er back again, and kicked him flying once more: "I’m really good at this!"
"There’s actually such a request!"
"Scoundrel!"
Mr. Fang kicked him back and forth more than a dozen times, before pulling lame Hong Er back: "Had enough?"
"Enough... thank you, Mr. Fang..."
Lame Hong Er was almost beaten to pieces.
"You’re welcome, feel free to ask me for help anytime, I’m always happy to assist with such needs."
The whole Steward Hall burst into laughter.
Everyone, including Fang Che, understood that lame Hong Er was probably startled into gibberish, but they all still enjoyed seeing this rogue get beaten.
Fang Che didn’t mind indulging in a bit of roughing up either.
Only then did lame Hong Er come to his senses: "Mr. Fang, Mr. Fang... that’s not the reason I came for your help..."
"Then what’s the matter?"
"Could we talk privately, Mr. Fang?"
Lame Hong Er pleaded.
Fang Che suspiciously looked at him, then looked at Jing Xiuyun and Zhao Ying’er laughing sneakily in the distance, as if they were two little foxes who’d just stolen chickens, and said: "Then come in and talk."
"Alright then."
Lame Hong Er, rubbing his butt, happily followed Mr. Fang into the office.
"Scoundrel! Pleads to get beaten and is so happy about it."
Yun Jianqiu said with endless schadenfreude.
Which was followed by uproarious laughter.
The door closed.
The laughter was shut outside.
Lame Hong Er stammered, stating his request awkwardly.
"Just this?"
Fang Che genuinely didn’t feel it was much.
He never objected to loyalty, but if a husband had sacrificed for the Continent, is the wife meant to remain lonely for life?
That would truly be too unfair and miserable.
Moreover, carrying a child, struggling to live in this world?
"That’s it, Mr. Fang, what do you think?"
Lame Hong Er asked hopefully.
"It’s not a big deal. I will consider it."
"Thank you, Mr. Fang."
"Yes, you can leave now."
Fang Che was considering other matters, his brows tightly furrowed.
Lame Hong Er dared not disturb, bowed and retreated, gently closing the door.
...
Lame Hong Er’s matter clearly triggered something in Fang Che’s heart.
Fang Che was pondering how the families of the deacons who sacrificed in the Guardian Hall were faring now. What is the Guardian Hall’s stance?
Can they make ends meet?
Subsequently, Fang Che also called in Jing Xiuyun for inquiry.
"Family members? Widows?"
Jing Xiuyun hesitated for a moment and said: "The Guardian Hall provides relief every year, funds are allocated from above, but the silver and resources aren’t much; anyway, it’s impossible to sustain solely on these."
"I feel guilty towards the heroes."
Fang Che said: "Then you issue a notice, since there’s nothing much going on now, at the Guardian Hall, in my personal capacity, invite all the family members of those in the Guardian Hall, including logistics and finance... all relatives, including the family members of those who sacrificed over the years in the Guardian Hall... make sure none are missed, invite them to the Guardian Hall for a gathering."
