Chapter 888: Failure (2)

She looked up at Bo Yan, who just smiled and touched her head: "Are the sweet potatoes delicious?"

Xia Siyu nodded: "Yeah."

Bo Yan smiled: "That's good."

Xia Siyu said: "I don't usually like to do charity work, I always feel it's a show. And some artists say they do charity work, but they won't donate a penny. Do you know what my ideal was when I was a child? I want to go to Africa, I want to be a volunteer. Help those people, or animals."

When she was in the second year of middle school, she really wanted to go to Africa, South America, the prairie, and the primeval forest. White leftist ideas are very popular in Europe. She grew up there. She both likes and rejects modern civilization, and has unrealistic fantasies about Africa and South America.

When she returned to China, China has developed very well in recent years, but there are shadows under the sun, and society cannot always be prosperous.

It's not that Xia Siyu has never done charity work, but she doesn't like to do it in the name of an artist, always thinking that it's a show.

Moreover, she had also read some reports that many poverty alleviation cadres helped some villagers, buying them rice, oil and home appliances. Those people praised them, and then immediately sold the things for cigarettes and alcohol, and then continued to wait for poverty alleviation next time.

Although love is good, she does not want to show love unlimitedly. You must know that a little bit of kindness will be resented. Giving too much may not necessarily lead to good things.

However, she still feels sad when she sees those who really need help.

"Although we seem to have a lot of fans, we are actually very small, and there are few ways to help them. Moreover, the person just now does not need us to give more money. She works by her own labor. If you give her more money, it is an insult to her."

Xia Siyu certainly thought of it. She nodded and chewed the sweet potato twice. The sweet potato is soft, glutinous and sweet, but she feels that the sweet potato in her mouth is not fragrant.

"However, I still want to help them. Is there any good channel?"

These days, it is not easy to donate money. Go to the Red Cross, which is a more official organization, but its reputation has been greatly reduced because of a certain incident a few years ago. Going to the funds set up by other stars feels even less reliable. You don't know if every penny you donate will be spent on the rescued people in the end.

"Do you really want to donate?"

Xia Siyu nodded: "Of course. I just don't know what other ways I can do it."

Bo Yan thought for a while: "I have actually considered this matter, and I have already started preparing with Han Yifan. We have opened a film and television company and will donate part of the income."

Xia Siyu was excited all of a sudden: "Really?"

Bo Yan smiled and touched his nose a little embarrassedly: "However, this foundation... At first, it was because the money donated could be deducted from taxes. But I can guarantee that every penny donated can be put into practice. The other operating expenses of the fund will be paid by my and Han Yifan's company. We will record the amount of money to be donated and the way it is donated one by one."

There are many rich people abroad who set up their own foundations, calling it "charity", but in fact they put the taxes they should pay into the foundation, claiming to use "charity" to help the society, but in fact they do it to deduct taxes. That money went into the foundation, and how much was finally spent...only God knows.