dognovel Chapter 37: Fundraising in Progress
Chapter 37: Fundraising in Progress
Ying Wuyou stepped out of the VIP room, secretly relieved. This plan was of utmost importance; she had to be extremely careful and could not afford the slightest mistake.
It seemed today's harvest was plentiful; the funding problem was finally solved, and her mood became exceptionally cheerful. After happily finishing her meal, Ying Wuyou got up to leave. She knew that once this road was completed, it would bring great convenience to Xianyang City, promote commercial development, and revitalize the entire city.
Ying Wuyou returned to Chaohua Palace with light steps, humming a little tune, in a cheerful mood. As soon as she entered, she saw Cui'er greet her, asking with concern, "Princess, you're back!" Ying Wuyou smiled and nodded, saying, "Yes, thank you for your concern, Cui'er." Afterwards, with Cui'er's help, Ying Wuyou finished washing up and went to bed.
That night, Ying Wuyou slept exceptionally well. In her dream, she seemed to be in a beautiful sea of flowers, surrounded by colorful butterflies and fragrant blossoms. She ran and laughed freely, enjoying this tranquility and beauty. As the first rays of morning sunlight streamed into the room through the window, Ying Wuyou slowly opened her eyes. She stretched, feeling full of energy and refreshed.
As Ying Wuyou dressed and washed, she thought about the fundraising event that afternoon. She knew this event was of great significance to the Great Qin Dynasty, and she hoped to raise enough funds to build a longer road. Thinking of this, a surge of joy welled up in Ying Wuyou's heart, and a bright smile appeared on her face.
After finishing her morning lessons, Ying Wuyou had a quick lunch and then eagerly left the palace to begin preparing for the fundraising. She meticulously checked every detail to ensure everything was ready. During this process, Ying Wuyou felt a deep sense of responsibility and mission; she was determined to make this fundraising event as successful as possible, so that more people could benefit.
The afternoon sun shone brightly on the earth, making everything appear exceptionally bright and warm. Ying Wuyou arrived at the West City, a bustling and lively place. She set up a simple table and chairs there, arranging them neatly. Ying Wuyou sat at this simple table and chairs, looking relaxed, seemingly unconcerned about the gazes of those around him. Behind him stood many guards, each with a serious expression, vigilantly observing the surroundings, waiting for the fish to take the bait.
Before long, the people who had been in the top-tier private room at Yuxuan Pavilion yesterday began to arrive one after another. Each of them was accompanied by their own servants and attendants, carrying boxes and bags filled with gold, silver, jewels, and money. These were all wealthy merchants from the capital, and the main figures in this fundraising event. They walked and laughed, greeting each other, seemingly full of anticipation for the event.
Zhang Fugui, the first to arrive, quickly approached Ying Wuyou, bowed respectfully, and said, "Your Highness, I, Zhang Fugui, on behalf of the Zhang family, present 30,000 taels of silver to express our support for your road construction." He then instructed his servants to place three heavy silver chests on the ground and opened them for Ying Wuyou to see. Ying Wuyou smiled and nodded in gratitude, saying, "Mr. Zhang is truly a thoughtful man! On behalf of the people of Qin, I thank you! I will certainly keep my promise to complete this road." Zhang Fugui quickly replied that he didn't deserve such praise and then withdrew.
Next, other wealthy merchants stepped forward one after another to donate. Some donated several thousand taels of silver, while others donated tens of thousands. Like Zhang Fugui, they all first bowed to Ying Wuyou, then introduced themselves and their families, and displayed the amount of their donation. Ying Wuyou thanked them all and recorded their donations. The whole scene was lively and filled with laughter.
Ying Wuyou was secretly pleased; it seemed the fundraising event had been quite successful. Looking at the lively scene before her, she felt a great sense of accomplishment.
At this moment, a richly dressed man approached Ying Wuyou. His sharp eyes scrutinized Ying Wuyou from head to toe. Ying Wuyou smiled and met his gaze, asking if he would be willing to contribute to the road repair.
The man smiled slightly and said loudly, "I am willing to donate 60,000 taels of silver." Ying Wuyou smiled sweetly and softly asked the man his name. The man replied, "My name is Ba Pu." Ying Wuyou then picked up her pen and carefully wrote it down, stroke by stroke.
Upon hearing that someone had donated more than him, Zhao Fugui's face instantly darkened, becoming so gloomy it seemed ready to drip water. He secretly plotted: "The naming rights to this road must belong to me; I cannot let this gigolo, who seems to have appeared out of nowhere, take them away." Zhang Fugui gritted his teeth, stamped his foot, and bowed respectfully to Ying Wuyou, saying, "Princess, I am willing to add another fifty thousand taels of silver." Ying Wuyou smiled, her gaze as clear as autumn water as she looked at Zhang Fugui, and said, "Mr. Zhang is truly a philanthropist; your actions will surely be remembered for eternity." Hearing Ying Wuyou's words, Zhang Fugui's pained expression finally eased slightly, and a radiant smile bloomed on his face.
Seeing this, the others exchanged glances, a resolute glint in their eyes, and they too began to raise their bids. The scene quickly became incredibly intense, with people vying to be the biggest contributor to the fundraising effort. Ying Wuyou, however, maintained her smile and composure; she knew she had achieved her goal.
As time went on, more and more people came to donate, creating a lively and enthusiastic atmosphere. Ying Wuyou personally recorded the name and amount of each donor. Ying Wuyou's efforts were a great success.
In no time, a mountain of silver appeared behind Ying Wuyou, its gleaming surface drawing everyone's attention. They were puzzled by her actions, yet deep down they were also astonished and envious of her ability to amass such a vast fortune. Ying Wuyou stood beside the silver mountain, beaming as she accepted the praise and blessings of the crowd.
Ying Wuyou ordered her men to pack the gleaming silver into boxes. Gazing at those boxes of shimmering treasure, her heart blossomed with joy, like a radiant flower.
In the blood-red glow of the setting sun, Ying Wuyou, laden with her bountiful harvest, embarked on her journey back to the palace. She knew that this silver, like a surging torrent, would inject powerful momentum into the road construction project, making the future of the Great Qin Dynasty as bright as a blazing star.