"What is this for?" Song Yun turned around and asked Bo Qingfeng.

"This...this is to welcome the leader." Bo Qingfeng said, "This is the waist drum team established by our yard."

Looking at the children who were wearing only one waist drum uniform and trembling in the cold wind, Song Yun said angrily, "This cold weather, the leader has not come yet. Welcoming a hairy leader, I will go back and dress me up!"

"This...it's almost noon now. I don't know when the leader will come. If the leader comes during the rest, he will be unhappy if he sees it!" Bo Qingfeng explained.

"Sir, who is so arrogant, who has to let the children wait? What kind of leader is this? I am going back to the building. Although the sun is out today, the temperature outside is just a little above zero. Look at these children, which one of them has not shaken? I am a man who kills people like this. Let me go in. If there is anything, I will take care of it." Song Yun said to Bo Qingfeng.

"This..." Bo Qingfeng said hesitantly, "If the financial leaders are dissatisfied, our financial allocation this year may have to be stuck again."

"I'll just say one thing." Song Yun said, "They're all going back to me. These are all children. Not to mention children. Try wearing a piece of clothing for me to take up ten minutes? What are the consequences? I'm just going to take care of it. Why do you talk so much nonsense?"

Perhaps because he was shocked by Song Yun's aura, Bo Qingfeng hesitated for a while and then called a teacher from a welfare home and gave a few instructions.

The teacher shouted a few words, and the kid who was playing waist drum walked into the welfare home building with the people standing in line at the door to greet the leaders.

"Also, I'll remove all the red flags and red carpets." Song Yun said, "If you don't even know how to walk on the dirt road, then you can be a public servant of the people?"

"This..." Bo Qingfeng was a little dissatisfied. Although the person in front of him was here to donate things to do good deeds, this welfare home was his welfare home. He gave him face before and asked the children to withdraw first, but now this person even let the red carpet withdraw. Do you really think he is an old man?

However, before Bo Qingfeng could speak, Song Yun said, "Who else asked you to do these things except the street office?"

"This... someone has already arranged the finance department first!" Bo Qingfeng explained, "These are normal procedures, expressing respect for the leaders. This is how it is all over the country!"

"Hmph, the public servants of the people have been calling for decades. Now, I have become the master of the people. OK! Xiao Fei, I have removed all these things to me."

"I understand, Brother Song." An elite Shura League leader who was following Song Yun was holding something and said nodding.

"Oh, this is not something that can be done!" Bo Qingfeng was anxious. "If we don't even have basic respect, we... if we can't get financial appropriations this year, it will be over!"

"If you can't get it, I'll give it to you!" Song Yun glared at Bo Qingfeng and said, "Since I have someone done it, I'm not afraid of anything, do you know?"

After saying that, Song Yun no longer paid attention to Bo Qingfeng, who looked anxious, and walked directly into the welfare home. Xiao Fei and a few people began to clean up the carpets, red flags and so on.

"Why do people nowadays like formalism so much?" asked in confusion. "Whenever a leader appears, he is caught by both sides and yells slogans and shakes the red flag. Could it be that this really gives people a sense of speed?"

"This may really be!" Song Yun said with a smile. "In our eyes, these things are all empty, but in the eyes of many people, these empty things are sometimes more important than money, because this will make them feel that they are superior to everyone, just like the ancient officials who had to avoid quietness when they went out. The word "public servant" has long been in name only in many places in China."

Song Yun walked into the first floor hall of the welfare home. Sixty or seventy children gathered in the hall. These children were about five or six years old, and the older ones were in their teens, but they all looked malnourished, and some were still disabled.

Because there was a long gust of cold wind outside before, these people looked a little trembling. Song Yun sighed and suddenly realized that the things he brought were so insignificant to these children.

"Did you have dinner this morning?" Song Yun squatted down and looked at a little boy with a clear nose hanging on his nostril.

"Eat!" the little boy nodded and said honestly.

"What did you eat?" Song Yun asked.

"Porridge." The little boy seemed a little afraid of being angry and didn't dare to look at Song Yun.

"Oh? Have you eaten eggs?"

"Eggs? That will take Sunday to eat!" the little boy said with his fingers, "Today is Saturday, and I can eat it tomorrow!"

"Where is the meat?" Song Yun continued to ask.

"Grandpa of the Dean said, be a little more good today and you can eat meat buns tomorrow!" When the little boy said meat buns, a strange light suddenly appeared on his face.

"How often do you eat meat?"

"Meat? You can eat it once every two or three days!" said the little boy, "The eggs are the same, they are so delicious!"

Song Yun breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the children here were still alright. Unlike left-behind children in the west, they rarely eat meat once a month. However, in the capital, such a living standard is actually very low, especially now that these children are growing up. If they do not keep up with their nutrition and miss this best time, they may be like this for the rest of their lives.

At this moment, Bo Qingfeng walked in from outside. He originally planned to stop those people, but after seeing the fierce look of those people, Bo Qingfeng said nothing, so he had to follow Song Yun and others in to see if Song Yun took the time to do everything he should do, and then let Song Yun and his group leave first before the leader came.

"This, comrade, let's send something first." Bo Qingfeng said.

"Well, send the things down." Song Yun said, handing the bag to several teachers. Of course, Hua Qingcheng Qingluan also held the bag in her hands.

A group of children from the welfare home looked at the bags in their hands with hope. For some reason, Song Yun felt a stinging pain in his heart.

Welfare homes are originally welfare institutions, and a large part of their financial resources require state funding. Of course, a considerable part comes from donations from society, but social donations only account for a minority. Song Yun was puzzled that this kind of welfare home can only cost tens of thousands of yuan a month and only hundreds of thousands a year, which can make these sixty or seventy children live a good life. Why does it seem so difficult now? Hundreds of thousands, which is just a few less wine and less money to buy less cars!

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!