Chapter 175 One Wave Is Not Flat, Another Wave Is Rising Again

On September 16, Yang Cheng reluctantly got up from the big boat she was familiar with, her face was full of boredom, she went to Paris Hilton yesterday and saw no one, and finally she had no choice but to go home and fall asleep.

Who would have thought that after washing his breakfast and coming to the company, Susu would bring him another disturbing news.

"Boss, you'd better go online and check it out, it's full of news about you."

Susu, dressed in black and white OL outfit, stood timidly in front of the desk, holding a folder in her arms, her black hair was coiled behind her head, revealing her slender snow-white neck, Yang Cheng looked up at Susu who was always dressed like this recently Su, secretly smiling, this girl has a heart.

After reading today's briefing, he stretched his waist and stretched his muscles and asked, "I'm in the news again? What's the matter? It can't be a woman, right?"

Susu shook her head again and again, two wind chime-like earrings were hanging on her round earlobes, making a 'ding-dong' sound as she swayed, which was very pleasant to the ear.

"No, they said that you never cared about charity, and you are a moth sent by country Z to suck the blood of the United States."

Hearing this, Yang Cheng's face darkened immediately. This is not a good sign. You must know that Americans attach great importance to charity, especially a 'celebrity' like Yang Cheng who has wealth and status. bad reputation.

Speaking of which, this matter was really Yang Cheng's negligence. Who told him that he is a native of country Z, and his concept of charity is still on a cross society of a certain color. He won't say anything, because the Yang family's own charity foundation is enough to stop everyone's mouths, but now it's different. He started his own business and achieved good results. At this time, if he doesn't pay attention to charity, he will easily suffer People criticize.

He does not need to turn on the computer, but uses his mobile phone to log in to Facebook and Twitter. He has both accounts, but he has been diving all year round. He never posts news or shares pictures, and does not follow each other with celebrities. He quickly becomes a hot topic of discussion. As Susu said, the topic about Yang Cheng not paying attention to charity has been liked and commented by many netizens, and many of them are exaggerated and spread rumors by racial discriminators.

Yang Cheng looked at a few posts with a cold face and then quit the app. This matter is absolutely a pitfall. If you think about it with your toes, you will know that there is something wrong. Ordinary people will care about whether he is doing charity, unless someone deliberately guides him.

But the most important thing now is not to find out who is doing things behind the scenes, but to hurry up and turn the tide of public opinion back, and let the situation continue. Even if he finds evidence to prove that someone is deliberately framing him, he will not be able to restore his lost image. It will cause great damage to the future development of the media in the new era.

"Call Ruiz and Eddie up." Yang Cheng ordered with a serious face.

"It's the boss."

A considerable number of people in China are 'envious' of the charitable environment in the United States and the model in which the rich donate most of their wealth to give back to the society. They naturally think that the same should be true in China. This view is completely wrong.

American philanthropy culture originated from the tradition of "universal" Christianity. Around the 1920s and 1930s, it was the fastest-growing stage of philanthropy in the United States, and real charity does not depend on how much money you donate, even if you volunteer Or, even if you donate only 1 dollar, it is a kind of charity.

In fact, in the United States, about 85% of charitable donations come from ordinary people, and 50% of the population over the age of 13 volunteers for an average of 4 hours a week; there are more than 1.6 million non-profit organizations with funds of **** * U.S. dollars, which is almost equivalent to the gross national income of India or South Korea. There are 11 million employees in non-profit organizations. In 2005, American charitable donations reached 260.3 billion U.S. dollars, with an average donation of 878 U.S. dollars per capita.

These cases also prove that charity has penetrated into the hearts of every American people, and even regard it as a benchmark for judging a person's character.

Because Laomei is a country that emphasizes individualism extremely, but the individualism it emphasizes is collective individualism. They believe that

Groups and society are the big stages for the realization of personal value. Only when they are guaranteed, can the individual's pursuit of happiness be recognized. When the whole society progresses together, individuals can better realize their self-worth.

Well, the water can't go down anymore. There are definitely not as many bad people who are sincerely doing charity these days. They are all for tax evasion and reputation!

Ruiz and Eddie, the hardcore duo, are here, there is no nonsense, and they all know what happened. Before Yang Cheng summoned them, Eddie arranged for his navy in advance to whitewash Yang Cheng on the Internet , but dare not make it too obvious.

"Two tasks, Ruiz, help me search for a donation project as soon as possible. The entry point should be novel, and the project should attract social attention. Make a donation plan and hand it over to me;

Eddie, do a good job of guiding public opinion and buy time for Ruiz. "

"Understood boss." The two replied in unison.

Yang Cheng nodded, looked at Ruiz and pondered, "How much money can I get out of doing charity in the name of the four-dimensional space this time?"

"Boss, we can make the budget higher, but there is no need for a one-time investment, installments are fine." Ruiz didn't answer directly, but instead suggested.

"Okay, but the first tranche of funds can't be too small. Is there any problem with withdrawing 80 million US dollars?" Of course Yang Cheng also knows this method, but the first tranche of money is actually donated to the outside world. Donating too little is easy to fall into the truth .

Ruiz frowned and gritted his teeth, "No problem, I will coordinate and allocate funds."

"OK, it's hard work for you, I didn't think carefully about the charity." Yang Cheng self-reflected.

"Boss, don't say that. It's normal for you to be so busy and not think about everything. If you have to be held accountable, then Ruiz and I, as subordinates, didn't remind you. The responsibility is greater." Eddie is not flattering, Yang Cheng after all He is a young man, so his inexperience is understandable. As a senior person in the publishing industry, he often deals with charitable foundations. He is most familiar with charitable routines, but he is too busy to think about it. He feels deeply guilty about it.

"Okay, now is not the time to pursue responsibility. Hurry up and act according to my arrangement. I have to find out who is messing with me behind my back." Yang Cheng was so angry that he couldn't vent his anger. The situation of knowing who the opponent is is the most depressing, and he has been cultivated for not showing the state of being out of breath and furious.

However, Yang Cheng didn't know more about it. For example, a fierce confrontation was taking place in a top-floor mansion not far from him in a straight line.

. . .

"William, how long do you think it will take Jason to find you and settle accounts with you? I guess three days at most!"

The speaker was Amanda Hearst, whom Yang Cheng was looking for so hard. At the moment, she was dressed at home, slumped lazily on the sofa in the sun room, with a cup of steaming coffee in her hand, and her face was full of sarcasm.

And the man she called William was a typical handsome Caucasian guy, tall and strong, with a head of blond hair neatly arranged behind his head, and bright blue eyes like jewels, he looked at his sister's temptation with great interest. He has a human figure and a dry throat. He is William IV, the fourth generation heir of the Hearst family, the proud son of heaven.

"I guess three months!" William's voice was very classical, and it sounded like lines from a musical. He stirred the coffee gracefully, but didn't take a sip.

"Hmph~ You are still so arrogant and arrogant." Amanda's voice could not hear a trace of anger, but the irony on her face was even heavier.

"My God, the princess of our Hearst family has fallen? The other party is still a yellow-skinned kid?" William's exaggerated expression and correct pronunciation were very dramatic.

However, this did not amuse Amanda, "Seriously, William, you should go to Broadway, it suits you better, maybe you can become famous overnight?"

"Oh~ my dear sister, how can you insult your brother like this, but I like it! Hahaha~"

Amanda watched William's performance alone with cold eyes. To be honest, it was really embarrassing when no one took over.

But William didn't care. After laughing, he calmed down in an instant and returned to the appearance of a noble son. His neurotic performance perfectly inherited the genes of the Hearst family.

"Okay, sister, I promise you, as long as your little lover obediently hands over the company, I won't embarrass him. By the way, what's the name of his company? New Era Media? GOD, it's really ugly. "William's face was full of disgust, but his tone of voice was extremely gentle. Not everyone could accept the stimulation of ice and fire. At least Amanda felt so nauseous for the first time in her life.

"Heh~ Tell him face to face if you have the ability, see if Jason will slap you, I bet he will, and let me remind you one last time, he is not my boyfriend, don't even think about using this trick against him " Amanda said with a sneer as she retched.

"Stop joking, my dear sister, the one who dares to slap me hasn't been born yet!" William said calmly, obviously he thought Amanda was angry, and he dared to say this because of his strength background.

Amanda rolled her eyes and said lightly without arguing, "Let's see."

Putting down the coffee cup, standing up, stepping on the soft carpet with white and tender feet painted with red nail polish, squinting his eyes and yawning, casually rubbing his blond hair that was scorched by the sun, and glanced at it all the time. William, who maintained his aristocratic attitude, chuckled and said, "Don't blame me for not reminding you, pay attention to Jason, you must be prepared to accept Georgina's anger."

After a pause, seeing a trace of solemnity flashing across William's handsome face, he sneered and said to himself, "It is said that the women in the Hearst family are crazy, but in my opinion, Georgina is crazy. That's really scary."

"Wait, what do you mean? Your little lover still has something to do with Georgina?" William stood up quickly, and called out to the graceful figure who was going away.

However, only a white, tender and slender middle finger responded to him, and the blood-red nails were extremely dazzling under the golden sunlight!