Take out your cell phone.
Open the APP store and search for New World Charity.
See the APP appear on the interface.
"I actually just started my company and I made a charity app."
Cheng's brows were already furrowed, and he was a little confused.
"What on earth is Mr. Hu trying to do?"
"Are you trying to make money?"
There are still quite a few charity apps on the market.
But most of them charge commissions in the name of charity, and the rate is quite high, about 1% to 3%. They will also recommend various insurances to you.
"But the current charity market has been completely occupied."
Cheng couldn't help but shook his head, and then he thought of another possibility.
"Perhaps, Mr. Hu really wants to do charity."
The idea is a bit ridiculous.
Is there really someone in this world who would develop an APP for the sake of genuine charity?
Cheng, who has been in the business world for more than 20 years, would definitely not have believed it in the past, but now he is facing Hu Yibao.
A person who made the almost impossible possible.
Although it was only a short time, when Cheng thought about it carefully, everything Hu Yibao did seemed to be beyond his expectations.
Looking at the New World Charity APP, Cheng hesitated, but still clicked to download.
After the download is complete.
Cheng opened the New World Charity APP.
There are no ads, just click and you're directly in.
The interface is also extremely simple.
The background is a creative big LOGO of "New World"!
There are only two options on the interface.
User Notice
Request for help
Cheng clicked on the user instructions, and the content was also extremely concise.
"This product only helps those who need help."
"If you are able to help yourself, please do not apply."
Just these two sentences.
"Mr. Hu really does things cleanly and efficiently."
Cheng couldn't help but smile, and then clicked to request help.
It's a form.
The process was pulled to the end, but no channel for donations was found.
Cheng looked confused.
If a normal person makes a charity app, would they not leave a donation channel?
At this time.
"La la la!!"
The cell phone suddenly rang.
It was Jiang Gangmeng who called.
The program is connected.
"Mr. Cheng, the MVs for "East Wind Breaks" and "Blue and White Porcelain" have been produced. I'll send them to you later so you can see the results."
19:08
Hundreds of millions of Chinese people are watching TV.
I saw this piece of CCTV news.
The host said while looking at the camera.
"The new Huaxia style in the Chinese music scene is spreading to all parts of the world along with the Chinese culture. Our reporter Bai Yan interviewed Mr. Hu Yibao, the founder of the Huaxia style."
The scene changed.
This is a picture of Hu Yibao being interviewed.
"You have created a unique Chinese music style in just a few days."
The countryside of Xiwu City.
On one side of the road, there is a huge pig farm.
On the other side of the road is a luxurious villa.
In the villa.
A middle-aged couple was in the living room, eating and watching the news.
They are Hu Yibao's parents.
Hu Bufan.
Zhao Lihong.
Listening to the host's words, Zhao Lihong asked in confusion, "Hey, Lao Hu, why did I hear our son's name?"
Hu Bufan stared at the TV closely, but said nonchalantly, "There are so many people with the same name in this world, and how could our son have musical talent?"
Half the story.
It just broke.
Because it's on TV.
They really saw Hu Yibao.
He was being interviewed by a CCTV reporter, speaking calmly and fluently.
"It's really our son!" Zhao Lihong was excited. She quickly put down her bowl and chopsticks and took out her cell phone. "I'll call Yibao."
Saw my son on TV.
The corners of Hu Bufan's eyes also turned slightly red.
This kid is finally successful!
Yang Mier's home.
Yang Tian saw Hu Yibao on the screen, and the apple in his mouth fell directly to the ground. He was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly shouted towards the kitchen.
"Wife, come quickly and see, Hu Yibao is on CCTV news."
Wang Ping hurried out of the kitchen, saw the TV, and immediately took out her cell phone, "I'll call Yibao."
Magic City.
In a luxurious apartment.
A young man was lying on the sofa playing with his mobile phone.
His father was watching the news on TV.
When the young man accidentally glanced at the TV, his phone fell down, his mouth opened wide, and then he quickly spoke to his father.
"Dad! I've seen this Hu Yibao! He's my friend. When we were in your hometown, a small county town in Fu County, I drove him to Xiao Runfa!"
Chen Dong didn't expect that the handsome guy he met last time was actually the founder of Hua Xia Feng.
Chen Yu looked at Chen Dong, chuckled and said, "Great, great! Friends like this are what we call young and promising."
"When you have time, bring him home for dinner."
"Forehead"
Chen Dong was stunned.
When I said Hu Yibao was my friend, I was just saying it casually. I didn't expect that my father would directly invite him to his house for dinner.
"What's wrong?" Chen Yu noticed Chen Dong's strangeness and said directly, "Also, don't hang out with your bad friends in the future. Opening a club in Shanghai? Is that something you, a newcomer to society, can touch?
"I got it, Dad!" Chen Dong nodded quickly. He lost tens of millions of dollars when he opened the club this time because he was defrauded by a friend. He was locked up at home by his father for the past two days.
Worried that his father would talk more, Chen Dong quickly found an excuse.
"I'm going to call Yibao."
The same scene.
It happened in hundreds of families across China.
Some are Hu Yibao's neighbors, some are relatives, and some are classmates.
They were all shocked that Hu Yibao was on CCTV News and became the founder of Hua Xia Feng.
"La la la!!"
Hu Yibao was having dinner and had just hung up the phone with his mother when a neighbor came to call.
"Yibao, I'm your Aunt Zhang. I just saw the news and you were on TV. You're really amazing!"
Then came the phone calls one after another.
Continuous.
"Hey! Yibao! You really brought honor to our village this time."
"Mr. Hu, I'm from the Publicity Department of Fu County Government. When do you have time to visit your hometown?"
"Fuck, Brother Bao is awesome, he actually created the Chinese style!"
"Brother Bao, when are we going to have dinner together?"
"Mr. Hu, could you please compose a Chinese-style corporate song for our company? We are not short of money!"
I received more calls than the last time I won the lottery.
Regardless of whether I knew him or not, everyone called me.
I even received calls from the leaders of Yiyun and Gouku.
"Ding ding ding!!"
The cell phone text messages kept ringing.
This forced Hu Yibao to announce to Lu Xun and the other two in advance that the dinner to celebrate the establishment of New World Company was over.