"Dad, how many people do we have working for us?"
After wrapping up for the day, she ate dinner and returned to her hotel. Ni Bingyan washed her hair and sat by the window, enjoying the warm tropical breeze. She sipped on a fruit tea while calling her dad.
After her usual recap of the day's interesting events, Ni Bingyan couldn't hold back and finally asked her question.
Ever since finishing today's scenes, her mind had been racing. She realized that aside from making her own life comfortable, most of the money she earned went to charitable donations.
Once the money was donated, she didn't have to worry about it. It was less trouble for her, and the people handling the funds faced fewer restrictions. It seemed like a win-win for everyone.
'Thinking about it now, giving a man a fish is not as good as teaching him to fish. My approach has been too basic.'
Compared to a one-time donation, a long-term, stable job could probably help people much more.
