Chapter 972 I Have No Intention of Discussing This with Her

Han Ruoxing came back to his senses and shook hands with the other party, "Thank you very much for your support to the welfare home."

Not only was the man's face wrapped tightly, but he also wore gloves on his hands when shaking hands.

When shaking hands, Han Ruoxing could feel that the other party's hands were not big. He had never seen a man with such small hands. Could it be because he was short?

The other party said, "Money is something that you can't bring with you when you are born and can't take with you when you die. I can help more people while I can still walk, which can be regarded as accumulating some good karma for myself."

These words sounded like a dying will, seeing through the world.

Han Ruoxing looked at the other party. To be honest, he was wrapped too tightly, and the only thing he could see was his eyes.

But he didn't look very old.

A strange person.

"Have you...have you been doing well these years?"

The other party suddenly asked this question.

Han Ruoxing was stunned, her eyes deepened, "Do you know me?"

The other person's eyes did not change, as if he was just saying it casually, he said, "I have met your mother He Yurou a few times."

Almost all of He Yurou's friends came to the funeral.

She and her friends sent obituaries one by one according to He Yurou's address book.

She had never seen this person at the funeral.

She had never seen this person visit her mother during the years she lay in bed.

How could a few encounters leave such a deep impression?

And why donate to the welfare home that her mother once sponsored when doing good deeds?

Han Ruoxing thought for a moment and said, "So it's my mother's old friend, Mr. Shan, can you please leave your contact information? My mother always said that she was able to start a business when she was young thanks to the friends around her. She should visit them often during the holidays. I have to visit relatives tomorrow, so I'll go to visit them on her behalf."

"I don't live in Jiangcheng," the other party said indifferently, "I just came here... I have something to do, and I'll leave in two days."

"Don't live in Jiangcheng?" Han Ruoxing paused, "From Mr. Shan's tone, you are a local in Jiangcheng, why don't you live in Jiangcheng?"

The other party paused, and his voice became a little colder, "This is my private matter, there is no need to explain it so clearly to Miss Han, right?"

Han Ruoxing pursed his lips, "Sorry, I am presumptuous."

Mr. Shan looked a little complicated, and after a long time he said to the dean, "Since you are a guest, I won't bother you anymore."

The dean tried to persuade him to stay again and again, but to no avail, and finally got up to see him off.

Han Ruoxing followed behind, looking at the man, and took a photo of him with his mobile phone without any expression.

The dean was worried that Han Ruoxing's words just now were abrupt to the other party, and he kept explaining for Han Ruoxing.

Mr. Shan waved his hand and was about to speak when a child rushed over and bumped into him. The hat on his head fell off, revealing his sparse head.

Han Ruoxing was stunned. The latter hurriedly picked up the hat and put it on himself. His hands were shaking with such a big movement.

The dean was embarrassed and scolded the child who ran over, and then apologized to Mr. Shan.

The other party turned pale and said nothing. He turned around and got into the car and left quickly.

After the people left, the old dean sighed, "He is also a poor man."

Han Ruoxing's mind moved, "Dean, are you familiar with this Mr. Shan?"

The old dean shook his head, "He has only come twice, and he came with cash every time. When he came back last time, I saw that the medicine he took was a targeted anti-cancer drug. He should be sick, and he is not light."

Thinking of the hat falling off just now, the sparse hair on his head is probably also a sequelae of chemotherapy.

Could it be that he is dying soon and wants to do some charity?

Han Ruoxing frowned, always feeling that the man was weird.

And donating cash is also strange these days.

The first time was 100,000, and the second time was 200,000. It is not easy to carry all this cash, right? The main thing is that it is not safe.

She looked down at the photo, and the eyes were still visible. Her finger paused on the photo for a few seconds, then turned to open WeChat and sent a message to Song Tianjun,

"Brother, help me find a person named Shan Danchao."

Song Tianjun is still on the plane, and it is estimated that he will be seen after getting off the plane.

Song Tianjun has been away for three days, and Su Wanqin is restless and anxious every day.

On the fifth day of the first lunar month, when the God of Wealth is welcomed, Song Tianjun is back.

Han Ruoxing and Gu Jingyan went to meet him at the airport, and the three of them returned to the Song family together.

Song Wanqian did not say anything, but he was also worried about his son's absence for the past few days. After all, it is hard not to have a psychological shadow on the phone call from the embassy.

After arriving home, making tea and taking a short rest, Song Wanqian asked, "How is it, have you found out the cause of the plane accident?"

Song Tianjun took a sip of tea, put down the cup and said, "I found it."

Song Wanqian asked hurriedly, "What's the cause?"

Su Wanqin lowered her head to peel the orange, her expression calm.

Song Tianjun glanced at her lightly, sighed, "The windshield hit something and shattered, and the control console lost control and crashed. It was an unexpected disaster."

Song Jiayu said, "I said it must be an accident. Ruoxing said something man-made before. Every time before taking off, it will be checked. How could it be man-made?"

Han Ruoxing ignored her and turned to look at Song Tianjun, "Brother, is this the official investigation result?"

Song Tianjun nodded, "The body has not been found yet, and it is estimated that it will not be found. I asked Rong Xu to take care of the family members over there. When the family members calm down, we can talk about compensation."

After a pause, he said in a hoarse voice, "There is still an hour before the captain can pick up his daughter."

Su Wanqin sighed, "Fortunately, I didn't receive the call. If I did, how could the family bear the loss of a husband and daughter in one day?"

Then he said to Song Wanqian, "Old Song, can you give more compensation? I can help a little. It's not easy for an orphan and a widow. I went through the same thing, and I know how difficult it is."

Song Wanqian sighed, "You don't have to tell me. It's my duty."

Gu Jingyan looked at Su Wanqin for a while, and suddenly said, "Uncle Song, I think instead of giving more compensation, we can arrange a job for the family of the deceased. I heard from Tianjun that the captain's daughter also studied perfumery and will graduate in half a year. She is looking for an internship company recently."

Su Wanqin paused , just as she was about to speak, Gu Jingyan said, "Aunt Su also went through the same thing, so she should know that it is better to teach people how to fish than to give them fish. In your company, she can learn a lot of skills."

Song Wanqian immediately said, "Of course," and then said to Song Tianjun, "Tianjun, when the funeral is settled here, you prepare a generous gift, and then I will go with you to get this done."

"If you hadn't flown the plane for us, such an accident wouldn't have happened. The person is gone, we have to take good care of the family members and let them go with peace of mind."

Song Tianjun nodded, "I know, Dad."

Su Wanqin's lips trembled, and Song Wanqian made the final decision, and had no intention of discussing it with her.

Do you think Caline is a garbage dump? All kinds of cats and dogs are stuffed in it!

(No today) (End of this chapter)