The villa's interior decoration was all-inclusive, so Zhang Pingfan didn't need to worry too much about the style and design.
The sales office had provided several renovation styles, and Zhang Pingfan chose the simplest one because he disliked overly complex things.
Leaving the villa's sales office, Zhang Pingfan took a taxi to the orphanage.
This was where he had been since he could remember.
It had been a year since he last returned.
Previously, even when he returned, he only came to see the director and didn't have many plans, but this time was different.
When Zhang Pingfan arrived at the orphanage gate, the doorman was surprised the moment he saw him.
"Isn't this Xiao Fan? Did you strike it rich?"
Seeing the doorman, Zhang Pingfan smiled and said,
"Why isn't your granddaughter here today?"
"Go away, go away. Stop eyeing my granddaughter. It's been a long time since you've been back, a year maybe? My granddaughter is already in college!"
Zhang Pingfan nodded.
"Yes, it's been a year since I've been back. I'm here to see the director today. Is he doing well?"
"He's old, so it's just the way it is. Go see him. I remember the director quite liked you back then. After all, you were always obedient and sensible!"
Zhang Pingfan nodded and walked into the orphanage.
The orphanage wasn't large, and the facilities weren't particularly complete; in fact, they were a bit outdated.
At that time, the orphanage was facing financial difficulties and sought help from various parties. In the end, Aunt Wang provided the funding, helping them overcome that economic crisis.
After a year, the orphanage was still the same, with no changes!
Zhang Pingfan shook his head helplessly. Judging by the situation, the orphanage was likely still not doing well.
Following the route from his memory, Zhang Pingfan arrived at the orphanage director's office.
The office door was open, and an elderly man was sitting in front of a computer.
Wearing reading glasses, he was typing on the keyboard.
Zhang Pingfan knocked on the door.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
The director inside spoke.
"Who is it? Sit for a while, I'm busy right now!"
Zhang Pingfan didn't reply but entered the room and sat down quietly.
When he was first sent to the orphanage, the director was only in his early forties, quite young.
It was the director who raised him. Although there were other children at the time, Zhang Pingfan was particularly well-behaved and sensible, so he received more care from the director. Thus, Zhang Pingfan had a special emotional connection with the director.
About ten minutes later, the director took off his reading glasses.
"Alas, the country's welfare policies are becoming increasingly cumbersome. My old eyes are really not enough; I wonder if this application will result in any new policies!"
Zhang Pingfan was a little moved. It seemed the orphanage was indeed facing problems again.
Orphanages rely on government subsidies and the kindness of social benefactors to survive.
If they lacked funds, the orphanage would inevitably close down.
Zhang Pingfan stood up.
"Is the director troubled by funds again?"
The director looked up at Zhang Pingfan.
His eyes widened for a moment, then a smile appeared.
"So it's Xiao Fan who's back! The director hasn't seen you in a long time. Come here and let the director see if you've been bullied outside this past year!"
Zhang Pingfan walked to the director's side.
The director looked at Zhang Pingfan dotingly.
"Not bad, not bad. Seeing your demeanor, you must be doing well. Why did it take so long for you to visit me this time?"
Actually, Zhang Pingfan didn't want to. It was just that he hadn't made any money before and was doing poorly. He felt ashamed to return, so he delayed his visit.
"Some things caused a delay. Is our orphanage short of funds again?"
"Alas, it's just the old problems. You know, the funding is allocated slowly, which causes hardship for the children and the elderly in our orphanage!"
Zhang Pingfan also had a wry smile. There was nothing he could do about it. An orphanage is not a business, and very few people are willing to invest in it.
"Director, I have some money here that might help with the immediate need!"
The director shook his head. "How can I use your money? You grew up in our orphanage, and I know how difficult things are for you. In a few days, our orphanage will hold a fundraising event to see if we can raise some money!"
Zhang Pingfan shook his head. He had participated in such events countless times, and each time, the funds raised were very little.
"Director, you raised me for more than ten years. It's time for me to repay you!"
The director took Zhang Pingfan's hand and said gently.
"Silly child, seeing you grow up and become an adult makes me very happy. And you often come back to see me, which is more than enough. Where would I need your help?"
Zhang Pingfan knew that simply explaining wouldn't work. He understood the director's temperament very well.
"Director, how much money does our orphanage need right now?"
"Alas, the building is old and in disrepair, and the facilities in the courtyard are very old. This time I applied to the higher-ups for 1 million, and I don't know if it will be approved! If not, I'll have to swallow my pride and try to raise money everywhere. If I really can't raise the money, then that's that!"
Zhang Pingfan could feel the director's disappointment.
"Director, what is the bank account number for our orphanage? I have some money here!"
The director shook his head. "Why are you so stubborn, child? Earning money is not easy for you. You still need to get married, right? You need to buy a house and a car, right? Keep it for yourself. The director doesn't need you to worry!"
"Director, I'm playing the game 'Mythology' right now, and I've made some money from it, and it's sustainable. It's time for me to repay the orphanage. If you don't give me the bank account number today, I won't leave. I'll stay here and accompany you!"
"What are you doing, child? Alas, if you really want to give, then give one or two thousand, like the other children!"
Zhang Pingfan knew that the children who had left before had given the director some money when they returned.
He used to do the same, but the director always refused him.
But this time, Zhang Pingfan wouldn't let the director refuse again.
"Okay, Director, give me the account number!"
The director took out the orphanage's corporate bank card from a drawer.
Zhang Pingfan operated directly on his phone.
In less than a minute, the director received a message notification from the bank.
"Your orphanage's corporate account has received a transfer from the account ending in ****, with an amount of 2 million."
The director was stunned for a moment, then picked up his phone in disbelief.
"Xiao Fan, are you crazy? Why did you give me so much?"
Zhang Pingfan shook his head and said, "Director, this is just my small gesture. I don't want to see the orphanage collapse like this. I grew up here and became an adult here. This is my home. Consider this 2 million my donation to the orphanage. If the funds are still insufficient, I have more!"
Tears welled up in the director's eyes.
"You child, the director understands. Come, it's lunchtime. The director will make your favorite braised chicken legs!"
Zhang Pingfan nodded happily.
"Director, I'll help you!"
"Xiao Fan is always the most sensible!"