After more than forty minutes of driving.
Xu Mo and his party were almost at the welfare institute.
The location of this welfare institute was very remote.
There were hardly any people around for miles.
Like most children.
The little ones at the welfare institute were also very eager for hugs, eager for snacks, toys, and someone to play with them.
They were even more eager for someone who could tell them about the outside world, that world beyond the welfare institute that was so exciting and appealing to them.
But because of its remote location.
Basically no one would think to come visit the children at this welfare institute.
As a result, the children at the welfare institute rarely got to see any visitors from the outside.
So every time someone from the outside came, the children would be exceptionally excited.
Right now was activity time.
One sharp-eyed little boy spotted a black sedan heading towards the welfare institute from far away.
"Look, a car is coming!" he said.
Hearing this, all of the children stopped playing.
They looked towards the black car that was driving towards the welfare institute.
The five teachers who were playing with the children also followed the children's gaze.
The approaching car was a black BMW.
After seeing the car logo clearly.
The five teachers exchanged glances, with slight frowns on their faces.
One look at that car and they knew.
Yet another rich person coming.
They guessed this was the type who came just to show off - donate some money, take a video going down the line stuffing money into each child's hands, snap a group photo.
During this process, they usually demanded the children smile as brightly as possible.
After taking the video and photos, they would promptly leave, not staying a second longer.
While these people were indeed coming to do a good deed and donate money.
Their motives were impure.
To be honest, the teachers were very averse to this kind of behavior.
The children were still so little, barely older than toddlers, and basically had no concept of money.
Taking money and demanding the children smile - the teachers would have to be heartless not feel disgusted by such practices.
Of course.
The children at the welfare institute didn't understand any of this.
All they knew was that more people from the outside had come to see them.
Even if the visitors just came to take a look and then left, that was still better than no one coming at all.
When the car was still more than 100 meters away from the welfare institute.
Xu Mo saw the group of children standing at the entrance to welcome them.
After driving the last stretch.
The car smoothly parked at the entrance to the welfare institute.
Xu Mo undid his seatbelt and opened the door with a smile.
"Uncle, hello!" said the little boy with the loudest voice.
Xu Mo went over to the little boy and pinched his cheek. "Don't call me uncle, little one. You should call me big brother... handsome big brother, got it?"
The boy nodded as if he sort of understood. "Handsome big brother, hello!"
"There you go!" Xu Mo said with a laugh as he stroked the boy's cheek.
Zhou Qiaoqiao: "..."
Yang Jingxuan: "..."
What's with this guy?
The child can call him whatever he wants.
And insisting the kid call him big brother, handsome big brother at that!
Does Xu Mo have no shame at all!
Even the faces of the five welfare institute teachers showed traces of bewilderment.
They thought, this rich person who came today seems different from the ones who came before.
The rich people who came previously.
Would never squat down to pat a child on the head.
They basically made a beeline for their goal - donate money, take photos, then leave in a hurry.
Yang Jingxuan and Zhou Qiaoqia also quite liked children.
After getting out of the car, they immediately plunged into the group of kids.
In no time, they were hitting it off with the welfare institute children.
The three of them were soon swallowed up by the children's voices and laughter.
This scene.
Left the five welfare institute teachers stunned.
"These three don't seem like they came to show off."
"You can tell they genuinely came to visit the children."
"Stop standing there gaping, let's go over. What are we doing lurking behind the children?"
The five teachers walked over to Xu Mo and the others.
Seeing the welfare institute teachers approaching.
Xu Mo promptly stood up.
"You're the teachers here right? Nice to meet you," he said.
Zhou Qiaoqiao and Yang Jingxuan also stood up one after another.
And greeted the five teachers.
"Hello! You've come to visit the children?" one of the teachers said.
"Yes," Xu Mo nodded. "We came to see them and try to do our small part to help, it's not much, just hope you don't look down on it."
"What look down on it? No matter how much we would never look down on it. And just coming to see the children is already great, look how happy the kids are," the teacher said with a smile.
She wasn't just being polite, those were her real thoughts.
As long as someone came with the heart to see the children, even if they didn't donate money that was still good.
After all, the welfare institute received funding every year, the children's lives were actually quite good.
What they lacked wasn't material things, but emotional care.
However, the next second, Xu Mo took out a gold bar he had prepared earlier and held it out.
Seeing what Xu Mo was offering, the five teachers were stunned for a moment.
That luster...that texture...
A gold bar!?
No mistake, it had to be a gold bar...
And engraved on the gold bar were the characters '1KG'.
A one kilogram gold bar!?
That had to be worth several hundred thousand!
And he called this a small act?
Giving out hundreds of thousands right off the bat.
And telling them not to look down on it?
Besides, who came donating gold bars to a welfare institute?
Seeing the teachers still dumbstruck.
Xu Mo simply put the gold bar into one of the teacher's hands.
"You hold onto this first, I'm going to go play with the kids."
With that said, he turned and went to play with the children.
Teacher: "???"
Casually stuffing a gold bar worth hundreds of thousands into someone's hand?
Could he be any more nonchalant?
How loaded must he be?
What the teachers didn't know was.
Xu Mo had sixty nine more gold bars just like that!
Taking out one to donate, he really didn't feel any heartache at all.
The five teachers looked at each other speechlessly.
"This is my first time seeing such a huge donation..."
"This is too much, can we even accept it? Maybe we should give it back."
"Whether to give it back or not isn't for us to decide. He donated it to the children, what does that have to do with us?"
"You're right, let's ask the director, we're just teachers, whether or not to accept a donation like this isn't for us to decide."
Having said that, one of the teachers called the director to ask how they should handle the gold bar.
At the same time.
Xu Mo and the other two had been surrounded by children.
Clearly, the kids really liked Xu Mo and the others.
"Handsome brother, pretty sister, can you play with us for a while longer? Don't leave like the other uncles and aunties, okay?"
"I wish I could play with you longer too," Xu Mo said with a difficult expression. "But I have no choice, I have to leave soon."
Hearing this, some of the more sensitive children's eyes were already turning red.
They so rarely got to see outsiders.
And of all the outsiders who came, only Xu Mo's group today was willing to play with them.
So the children didn't want Xu Mo and the others to leave just like that.
"Why do you have to leave?"
Xu Mo thought for a moment before replying: "Because bad people are chasing me, they want to catch me!"

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