Chapter 374: The Reincarnation of Lei Feng

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Storing chemicals in ports isn't unusual, but that explosion was so devastating that all ports worldwide now conduct extremely rigorous inspections of chemicals.
"It's unavoidable; nobody wants to see another Beirut tragedy.
I bet port officials around the world were terrified after that incident."
Su Hao also didn't want that tragedy to repeat itself.
Therefore, in the ports they operate, the chemical inspection process has been raised to the highest level.
"The donations from Africa have been ongoing, haven't they?"
"Yes, that's one of our regular funding projects.
You wouldn't believe the enthusiasm of the people at the foundation.
Especially those employees you personally selected—not a single one received an extra bonus. They're all like they've been injected with adrenaline, volunteering to go to dangerous places like Africa to provide aid. We couldn't stop them."
Eighty percent of the employees at the Fang Huan Foundation were personally appointed by Su Hao.
To be honest, he knew absolutely nothing about their resumes or pasts.
He just looked at their resumes, relying on that mysterious intuition, choosing whoever seemed agreeable.
Later, after getting to know them, he discovered that these people were so kind-hearted it seemed they weren't products of this era.
They were all reincarnations of Lei Feng, practically chosen ones born to run the foundation!
Now, these "saints" are eagerly anticipating their assignments, waiting for Su Hao to assign them to the next corner of the world in need of saving.
Su Hao silently flipped through the documents sent by the foundation.
Suddenly, a place name caught his eye like a magnet.
“Indonesia…is this some kind of bad luck lately? So many things happening?”
“Absolutely. Earthquakes, massive floods, tornadoes, plus plane crashes, submarine accidents, and even a terrorist attack on the police headquarters.
If we're talking about bad luck, you can't find another country in the world worse off than Indonesia right now.
And with the impact of the pandemic, things are getting even worse.”
From last year until now, Indonesia has been a veritable disaster complex, with natural and man-made calamities unfolding one after another, interspersed with a series of suicide bombings, creating widespread fear and social chaos.
“Wouldn't it be too dangerous for our staff to go there?”
“There have indeed been several terrorist attacks recently. A few months ago, they even restricted foreigners from entering the country.
But thanks to the vaccine, the entry restrictions have been relaxed somewhat now.”
Most importantly… you know our foundation's staff, they're all daredevils; the tougher the place, the more energetic they become…”
Furthermore, Su Hao's intuition, like a high-powered searchlight, was firmly locked onto the name Indonesia.
“Good.” Su Hao closed the file. “This time, the focus of our donations will be Indonesia. Pass on my decision.”
“Yes, sir!”
Looking at the photos of the foundation's employees, Su Hao felt that perhaps the world wasn't so cold after all.
Being able to spend the money he and his company earned on such a meaningful occasion inexplicably lifted his spirits.
Sharing brings happiness—this saying is indeed true.
However, what he didn't know was that on the other side of the world, when this "goodwill" arrived, it didn't stir up gratitude, but rather a storm of rebellion.
***
Indonesia, a country comprised of over 17,000 islands, is arguably the world's largest archipelago nation.
Here, diverse ethnicities, languages, and cultures coexist and intertwine, creating a vibrant tapestry.
But diversity isn't always a good thing.
Even within a single ethnic group, ideological conflicts can arise; how much more so in a country with such an extremely complex ethnic composition?
Even trying to bind everyone together with Islam as a shared faith is extremely difficult to achieve effective control.
"Your Excellency, we have apprehended another group of suspected terrorists. It seems they are planning another attack on a religious site."
"Again? These bastards never stop causing trouble!"
"Yes, but we acted in advance, and there were no casualties."
The Makassar Cathedral bombing is still fresh in everyone's mind, followed by the horrific shooting at the police headquarters—it's like repeatedly rubbing salt into the wounds of the nation's pride.
"There can be no more terrorist attacks! The pandemic has already driven tourists away; if another terrorist attack occurs, what will become of us? This is absolutely unacceptable!"
Indonesia, a major tourist destination, receives an average of 16 million tourists annually.
After the pandemic, that number plummeted to a dismal 1,800.
They are preparing to reopen their borders with the help of vaccines to revive their tourism industry.
But if security deteriorates to a standstill, who will dare to come?
“Your Excellency, we have received a donation.”
“A donation?”
“Yes. The sender claims it’s to aid victims of terrorist attacks, earthquake and tornado disasters, and those struggling with hunger.”
Vice President Baruf Yaman frowned.
“Why do you need to report this to me?”
“Because… the amount is quite large.”
“How large?”
“Three hundred million… dollars.”
Three hundred million dollars?!
This isn’t a donation; it’s like a windfall!
“What?! Where did it come from?”
“The Fang Huan Charitable Foundation.”
Upon hearing this name, Vice President Yaman’s movements abruptly halted.
“You said… where?”
“Fang Huan.”
This time, he felt as if an invisible hand had gripped his heart tightly.
“Fang Huan… sent three hundred million dollars?!”
“Yes.”
His mind went completely blank.
"Your Excellency, what's wrong..."
"You...you fucking don't know what Fang Huan is?!" The Vice President's voice trembled.
"Uh?"
After stirring up the 'Yellow Vest' movement in France, turning Paris upside down, what was the first thing Fang Huan did?
Donated money!
Using huge donations and sending employees to do charity work, he carved out a glorious and noble image in the minds of the French people!
And then?
"Beirut! That Lebanon that was bombed into ruins!" The Vice President's voice carried a hint of fear,
"Now, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it's Fang Huan's backyard!"
They spent hundreds of millions of dollars building new homes and creating jobs for the locals, even sending their own employees as volunteers. How could the locals not like them?
They had no idea that the ones who turned Beirut into that mess were very likely Fang Huan and his gang of lunatics!
As the Vice President, he had, of course, heard countless conspiracy theories about Fang Huan circulating among high-ranking officials in various countries.
"Now, these plague gods have suddenly sent us such a huge sum of 'charity'..."
Even more alarming, the report also stated that their employees were preparing to enter the country to carry out "volunteer service activities."
What the hell did this mean?
"What earth-shattering event are they planning here?!"
No.
Perhaps, they've already begun!
While the Indonesian government was still completely in the dark!