"Mr. Fang is here."
"Hello, Mr. Fang."
"Mr. Fang, you’ve worked hard."
Nurous old stewards were squeezing in, so pulling Fang Che aside alone, so directly surrounding him with dozens of people...
Then one by one, they desperately stuffed silver notes and resources into Fang Che’s hands.
"Mr. Fang, we know this is too little, but... it’s too heavy for you to bear alone, so let’s forgo the acknowledgnt, please accept these..."
"It’s also our way of contributing to the effort for our sacrificed brothers... doing our part."
"Yes, yes..."
Everyone was very genuine, wanting to put in their effort.
Everyone’s brothers, comrades, comrades-in-arms, we can’t let Mr. Fang carry it all alone, right? What would that make us?
Since the fire is already burning, I’d rather go broke than not add fuel to it!
People share the sa feelings and understand the sa reasons.
More and more people were doing this, leaving Fang Che feeling helpless.
Because this situation really shouldn’t be expanded.
He jumped onto a high platform, waved for everyone to stop, and then loudly said: "I understand everyone’s intentions, I understand everyone’s actions, but this matter, I have to handle it myself, so please don’t worry about ."
"Also, why is it in my na, why must I do it alone? Although we know it’s a good deed, for the Guardians worldwide, it’s not necessarily so, because comparisons are inevitable... our Guardian Hall did it, what about others? Right, all these need consideration."
"Moreover, everyone is bringing silver, resources, participating together, I understand the goodwill. But... people have different financial statuses, different circumstances, you can’t equate them all... you all bringing silver makes those who haven’t given feel pressured, right? Should they give or not? Not giving would weigh on their conscience, but giving might strain their own family. We’re all comrades, don’t we know each other? Whose family is truly well-off?"
Fang Che’s words made the stewards ponder, faces heavy with sighs.
As Fang Che ntioned, perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, they appeared affluent, but they were aware of their struggles. Tight situations were common.
Especially when it involved cultivation resources, the sense of helplessness grew daily.
Fang Che continued: "Moreover, this also creates a comparison and pressure for other Guardian Halls. Because the families belonging to other halls may inevitably think, ’Baiyun State can gather funds, why can’t you?’ So, I know your intentions are good, but your goodwill might pressure peers worldwide."
This statent was more straightforward.
Many old stewards nodded silently.
Soone sighed: "Hearing Mr. Fang explain, we understand. But still, it’s too much for him to shoulder alone."
Fang Che smiled and said: "Don’t trouble yourself. No need to feel guilty."
Standing on the high platform, he laughed cheerfully, feigning infinite lancholy: "Why am I so wealthy? How co my money never runs out, no matter how much I spend! You don’t understand my lancholy and helplessness... Alas, let spend so myself."
Instantly, the crowd fell silent.
No one felt like donating anymore; instead they felt like robbing so from him.
Steal? Stealing wouldn’t do.
Because you can’t beat him for stealing.
But on second thought, they couldn’t beat him anyway... Everyone grew even more lancholic.
Of course, Fang Che was just joking, saying: "So, this ti I’ll take it on, at most you all can treat to a few drinks later, right? Just consider it as drinking it back, surely you’re not that stingy?"
Imdiately, everyone burst into laughter: "Of course not!"
Fang Che said: "Everyone hurry up and get to work, people will be arriving in the afternoon, ti is short. How’s the preparation going? It’s our first ti doing this, we definitely can’t embarrass ourselves."
"Definitely not!"
With that, everyone started bustling around again.
No one ntioned donations anymore, but everyone understood in their hearts that Mr. Fang really did both a good deed and took on a big burden.
Although it was a good deed, as ti passed and it spread, who knows how many would criticize Mr. Fang for being ostentatious, for grandstanding... for forcing others into difficult situations...
The human heart is complicated.
Just because you did a good deed doesn’t an the whole world will understand you. Nor will everyone praise you.
So will accuse you of trying to win hearts, so will say you’re seeking fa, others will claim you harbor ill intentions, so will say you’re breaking rules, and others might even co to ask for support...
After all, only a few receive assistance, but the majority do not. Compared to the whole world, it’s insignificant.
Mr. Fang’s actions, as always, seem to lack full consideration.
Or rather, even after considering everything thoroughly, he resolutely walks further down the path of a loner.
"Mr. Fang, quite the Iron Man!"
Jing Xiuyun couldn’t help but sincerely admire, saying: "If I weren’t married, I’d definitely try to get into Mr. Fang’s bed!"
Beside her, Zhao Ying’er blushed and scoffed: "What Sister Yun said sounds so unsavory, hum... Your brother-in-law is also a remarkable hero."
"Compared to Mr. Fang, your brother-in-law’s cultivation and martial arts are like a glowworm to the bright moon, and in terms of appearance, like a dung beetle to a swan... Yuck, enough said, the more I talk, the worse I feel, even a little sick, comparing people really is infuriating..."
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