A Million Possible

The name on the sign is naturally not an orphanage.

It is the "Starting Point Children's Welfare Institute".

But in fact……

"It's still the starting point orphanage..."

Cheng Lin was surprised, actually is not because of the name.

The term "starting point" is actually quite widely used, and is not exclusive to a company.

Although the headquarters of the starting point novel website that he is familiar with is indeed in the magic city...

Well, if you have time, do you want to take a stroll?

Blew up the headquarters building of the starting point?

Take Homura and flatten it there?

Anyway, in deduction, do whatever you want.

This thought just hovered, and was extinguished by Cheng Lin.

He still has a task to complete.

...

"My first mission turned out to be here?"

"What's the meaning?"

Cheng Lin was very puzzled.

At this time, another message appeared in my mind:

[Congratulations on completing the task (1)]

[Task (Part 2): You finally arrived at the target address after untold hardships, and then you decide to enter it and meet the dean, because you want to donate a sum of money here]

At the same time, Cheng Lin only felt his own pocket sink slightly.

very light.

But as a practitioner, he still noticed it.

Reach out and take a look.

Suddenly there was a bank card in my pocket.

[You found a bank card and saw it at a glance, there are five million yuan in it]

five million!

The program shot is still very bold.

Cheng Lin sighed.

Then I found it interesting again. This task was indeed incredible, and it looked completely different from before.

Stop hesitating and move forward.

The old doorman had already noticed the strangely dressed man at the door.

But there was no sound.

Seeing Cheng Lin approaching at this moment, he hesitated:

"You went wrong, we are not a mental hospital."

Cheng Lin: "..."

Uncle, you live in the modern big city Life, and you are in charge of the gate of a courtyard. How can you be inferior to a driver?

The driver also knows about COSPLAY!

"I didn't come to the wrong place." Cheng Lin sighed.

The janitor looked at him suspiciously and said:

"Then what are you doing? Adopt a child?"

"I'm looking for someone."

"Who?"

"Your dean."

...

...

Facts have proved that places like children’s orphanages are not party and government organs after all, and they are still very lenient for military purposes.

Hearing that he was looking for the dean, although the uncle was puzzled, he also let him in.

But he was still worried, and personally took him inside.

It happened to pass through that playground on the way.

The playground is not big.

The surrounding buildings blocked the wind.

The sun is shining, and it's warm and peaceful here.

Children vary in size.

The youngest seems to be five or six years old.

Older ones should be more than ten years old.

A group of boys and girls laughed and chased for fun.

It was full of laughter, like a group of flying butterflies.

The nursing women in uniforms next to him were busy shouting:

"Aotian! Don't run around!"

"Ning Que! Don't draw branches on the ground!"

"Xiao Qianye, wipe the crumbs on your mouth!" (Note)

"Xiao Fangyun, will you come out to play after you finish writing the rules for the disciples?"

"Little tree, little fish? Why did you make your classmates cry again?!"

"Ning Yi... Gobang is not played like that, you are checkers..."

"Xu Le...Why did you take the toy apart again?"

"Qin Mu Shen!!!"

...

Cheng Lin waded all the way through this small playground.

Every time I heard the nurse Aunt call out a name, I couldn't help but shake his body.

This is a mere one hundred meters away.

It shocked him more than ten times.

It feels that people will be useless if the shock continues.

"How is it? Seeing the children, do you feel relieved all over?"

At this moment.

A young caregiver girl came over.

She is wearing a pink uniform, her hair is simply tied up, and a round face is full of smiles.

Cheng Lin nodded.

"Yes, it's loose. Not only is the body loose, it's almost falling apart..."

He said with lingering fear.

Then he exclaimed in a sincere tone:

"The future of these children is limitless."

"Then I will thank you for your compliment on their behalf."

The round-faced girl laughed, and then said: "You are..."

"He is looking for the dean."

The uncle next to him said.

The round-faced girl was startled slightly and asked, "Really? I don't know if you want to..."

Cheng Lin simply took out the five million card and said, "I want to donate money!"

...

...

The dean is an old man with half-white hair.

I haven't retired at this age, and my body looks pretty good, and my face is rosy and shiny.

When he saw Cheng Lin brought by the round-faced girl, he was stunned.

The first is Cheng Lin's style of clothes...it's rather peculiar.

But it doesn't matter, maybe this is the current trend?

As a metropolis, Magic City has always been at the forefront of fashion.

The dean thought that this might be the retro style of the fashion circle recently.

It’s like that widely spread saying: Fashion is every scene Samsara

Secondly, it's Cheng Lin's age.

Even after the life and death struggle, Cheng Lin's temperament appeared to be more mature than that of his peers.

But after all, it looked like he was only twenty years old.

In the eyes of the dean, most of the people who come to donate from the society are entrepreneurs with successful careers.

You don’t say that you are going up forty, but you have to start in your thirties anyway, right?

Like Cheng Lin...

It's not like a donation.

It's more like being donated.

"Please sit down."

Even though he thought so in his mind, the dean was still very polite and recuperated on the surface.

Just like his office, although there is not much luxury, but the details of the decoration and furnishings can still be seen, the owner is not an impetuous person.

"thanks."

Cheng Lin nodded, came in and sat down.

The round-faced girl also poured tea for him intimately, and then carefully closed the door and left.

There are only two people left in the office.

The dean asked tentatively: "How do you call it?"

Cheng Lin blinked: "***."

The dean is speechless.

Even with Rao Yi's age and recuperation, the emotion of "Are you kidding me" can't help being revealed in his eyes.

***?

This is not the real name.

Want to do good without leaving a name?

So borrow the name of ***?

The logic is true, but...

"I heard that you want to donate to our hospital. According to relevant regulations, we have to go through formal procedures for social donations, especially large donations, so if you don't want to reveal your real name, I'm afraid you can't..."

The old dean smiled bitterly.

This is indeed the case.

Donating money really requires a process.

It’s not that if I want to do a good job today, I can just find a charity to donate anonymously.

The first institution to be donated needs to be qualified to accept donations.

Secondly, it is difficult for donors to be completely anonymous.

Otherwise, what if it is used for money laundering?

But Cheng Lin also has difficulties.

He still doesn't know the number of this deduction mission, so he doesn't dare to expose his real name rashly.

With the lessons learned last time, he is still very cautious in this area.

When I was in trouble, I suddenly felt that my pocket was sinking again.

This time the sinking is very obvious.

"Coming again?"

At the same time, relevant information appeared in my mind.

Cheng Lin was startled slightly, hesitated, and stretched out his hand to pull out a portfolio directly from his pocket.

Fortunately, it is the robe with large pockets.

But this scene also made the old dean's pupils shrink.

"This is the information needed for the complete procedure. I have already prepared it. I will donate it today. Right away, right away!"

Cheng Lin absorbed the prompt message that appeared in his mind just now.

Then he said.

The old dean has lived consciously for several decades, and he has seen countless people, and is even more familiar with social donations.

However, he had never met such a...resolute person.

Say you want to donate, bring the formalities, come to the door, tap the card, you must donate, immediately, immediately.

You said that I am not in a hurry to be donated. Why are you in a hurry to donate?

Could it be that the current young people's routines are so straightforward?

I'm really used to it.

Various ideas in the old dean's mind.

Still opened the portfolio and turned it over.

Don't tell me, he really didn't find Cheng Lin's name after looking through it for a long time.

They donated it in the name of the company.

The company is the main body and can only trace the legal person, but Cheng Lin in front of him is obviously not a legal person.

Therefore, there is no need for Cheng Lin's name to appear in the entire program.

And this company and information are naturally provided by the program.

Marked as "task item".

"If this is the case, then..." The old dean stood up and said seriously: "Thank you very much for your company's support of social welfare. There are not many companies with a sense of social responsibility like your company. We will definitely... "

The old dean is still giving a speech of thanks.

Cheng Lin has stood up.

He waved his hand and said, "I don't like trouble. The information is here, and the money is here. You trouble the Dean to handle it yourself. As for the ceremonies, you don't need to have it. I still have things on my side and I will leave soon. "

The old dean was very temperless when he was interrupted.

I can only say: "Then...well, I don't know what else we can do..."

Cheng Lin smiled when he heard the words.

He spoke in a very complicated tone and said slowly:

"There is really one. I want to have a separate room where I can chat with a few children."

...

Note: When writing, I recalled which well-known works whose protagonists were orphans since childhood. I didn’t even think of it much for a while. I was surprised. I was too lazy to think about it. I just wrote a few basic certainties. Qianye pulled it from other stations to make up the numbers. , Yan Man is mighty.

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