YM778.TV Chapter 579
Chapter 579: Free from Worries, Bai Hechou
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“Don’t worry. He is my son, after all.” Hong Dali glanced down at Xiao Bai. Xiao Bai seemed to realize that it was a crucial time. It was time to decide his future name. A pair of large obsidian black eyes stared intently at Hong Dali, not wavering at all.
“Yes, you were really worrisome in the past.” Hong Dali thought for a while. He was naming his godson after, he couldn’t play the fool anymore. He had to give him a proper name. “You’re my son now, so you shall learn how to squander with me in the future. Don’t worry about anything. What is there to worry about? How about this name.” Hong Dali pinched Xiao Bai’s cheeks lightly. “You shall be Bai Hechou. How is that?”
Xiao Bai: “Goo goo, Wawa!” That’s decided then...
“What is there to worry 1, Bai Hechou?” Tang Muxin’s eyes lit up, mumbling, then exclaimed, “Aiya, Dali, this is quite a nice name. I thought you would give him a name like Bai Goudan 1 or Bai Erniu 1. Hehe.”
“Am I that unreliable?” Hong Dali pouted. He carried Bai Hechou in his arms and looked at him. He was lovable no matter how Hong Dali looked at him.
Although Bai Hechou had blisters all over his body, the little guy was quite strong. His big eyes were like black gems, and his little arms and little legs were white and clean. He looked quite good overall.
It was a good thing that he suddenly gained a son mysteriously.
Hong Dali put Bai Hechou in Tang Muxin’s arms. He took out his smartphone and called his mother. “Mum, I got a son today!”
There was a “patah” sound from the other end of the phone. It was obvious Lan Ruoxi had dropped the phone on the floor. After a flurry of exclamations, Lan Ruoxi shouted in shock, “Aiyowey, which girl did our little prodigal impregnate? You have really become an adult now! Tang Muxin? Li Nianwei? Lin Chuyin? Or some other girl? You rascal, you know your mother is anxious for a grandchild... what kind of girl’s stomach is big for the family?”
Hearing that, Tang Muxin and Li Nianwei instantly turned red with embarrassment.
“Ah, no.” Hong Dali sniffled. “I saw an orphan at the hospital. He’s really good-looking. But he’s a little sick. I took a fancy to him, and his character is quite similar to mine. So I took him as my godson and gave him the name Bai Hechou. He should be considered your godgrandson, right?”
Not a real grandson...
Lan Ruoxi was a little despondent, but she soon cheered up—whether it was a real grandson or not, he would still call her grandmother. That works too. She could dote on the little thing. “Aiyo, our little prodigal is a godfather now? Good, good! Where are you now? I’ll be there immediately to take a look!”
“Weian Province’s Medical University Affiliated Hospital. Mum, where are you?” Hong Dali asked, “It should take quite long to come over?”
“It’s nothing. I’ll take a helicopter over. Wait for me! I’ll ask your Dad to come along!” Saying that Lan Ruoxi hung up the phone.
“So anxious...” Hong Dali kept his smartphone and continued playing with Bai Hechou. “Bai Hechou, say ‘Nai Nai 1′!”
“Lai Lai!!” Little Bai Hechou called out in his baby voice.
“Not Lai Lai, it’s Nai Nai!” Hong Dali continued teaching. “Nai Nai!”
“Lai Lai!” “Nai Nai!” “Lai Lai!”
Everyone collapsed in laughter.
After happily playing for about one hour, a commotion could be heard from the door. A woman pulled the door open and shouted, “Why is it so noisy? Who is making such a fuss here? Don’t you know the kids here are afraid of the noise?!”
After her shouting, the entire corridor went silent for a while. The woman was stunned as well. “Aye, what is it you are doing?”
A large group of people didn’t answer her, they rushed in with a “hulala”. There was a group of reporters holding cameras with lens of all shapes and sizes, all from different media channels. There were a few people behind wearing formal suits, seeming like important people.
The reporters rushed in and shouted into their microphones, “Dear viewers, this is Southern Times. We are here today to take a look at the poor Blister Baby Xiao Bai, who was rescued by charity workers of the Eleventh Society...”
He was soon stunned. “Young Master Dali, what are you doing here?”
Hong Dali was rather well-known. Although he rarely appeared on TV, and this reporter was a little unsure, but he definitely recognized Li Nianwei.
Someone who could be with Li Nianwei must be of important status. There could be no one else other than this prodigal Young Master!
Hence, this reporter recognized them immediately—along with his nine lackeys...
The workers from the Eleventh Society were also stunned. “Hong Dali, why are you here? Are you following us?!”
“I came on my military aircraft.” Hong Dali curiously said, “Have you seen people following you who arrived earlier?” Hong Dali traveled in style these days, taking the military aircraft...
“This...” The workers were dumbfounded.
The reporters anxiously attempted to smooth things over. They whispered, “Young Master Dali, we are here to do an interview program...”
“Aye, what situation is this?” Hong Dali stared at the reporters blankly. “Why? Are you here to interview my son?”
He carried Little Bai Hechou as he said, “Bai Hechou, say hello to aunties and uncles!”
“Googoo, carry!” Little Bai Hechou opened his arms toward the Eleventh Society’s workers. “Carry!”
Little Bai Hechou was really cute. But the problem was the blisters on his body, they made the Eleventh Society’s workers uncomfortable—their clothes were costly!
“Ah, it’s like that.” The leader took a step backward and said, “The Eleventh Society heard that this little kid needed some love and care, so we’re here to give him that.”
As he said that, the other workers started signaling the reporters with their eyes—this is the important part, what are you doing standing there blankly. Quick take photos, videos! What are you waiting for?! Are you expecting the leader to repeat himself?
The reporters were all quick-witted. When they saw the workers’ signs, they quickly turned on their cameras and started to take photos and film.
Seeing that the show had begun, the leader cleared his throat and smoothed his suit, ensuring he was at his best in front of the cameras. He then smiled and said, “We intend to donate 30,000 to give our bit for charity. Thirty thousand is not a lot, but we wish to help where we can. We hope the hospital will accept it.”
He spoke righteously, especially bringing attention to thirty thousand yuan. The meaning was obvious—thirty thousand was not a small sum. The Eleventh Society was doing its part contributing!
They came ready. Once the leader finished speaking, someone took a red flag and approached him, opening it with a “pak” sound. “Charity donation, universal love” was written in gold.
The reporters started taking lots of photos. Hong Dali and the rest stared in bewilderment—the leader was clearly well-prepared. The flag was from him, to him?!
The leader received the flag and smiled cockily.
Hong Dali? So what? The flag is in my hands! Once the photos spread, with some speculations, this will be cast in stone! There are over twenty reporters present, and every one of them received five thousand yuan to write whatever they are asked to!
Was charity important? Yes! But public opinion was more important! Hong Dali was here and nobody knew.* I know you are rich, you are willing to squander. But what’s the use of doing good without letting others know? You see, we donated thirty thousand and received the pennant. When this photo is released, the entire country will definitely start talking about it!*
It may not be as high-profile as the charity you are involved in, but this isn’t too bad, right?
At that moment, Hong Dali didn’t know what to say.
After all, they came early but did not bring any reporters along. He couldn’t possibly do it over, right? There were so many people there, and his opponent was standing right in front of him. If he donated money or something, the people from the Eleventh Society would definitely say he was doing it for show—he couldn’t possibly get a flag in such a short notice!
But the thing was, Hong Dali was Hong Dali, after all. He never did things by logic.
“You are giving money to my son?” Hong Dali carried Little Bai Hechou and looked at the workers from the Eleventh Society. “Aiyaya, you’re standing on ceremony. If not for you, I almost forgot to give my son pocket money...”
Ling Xiaoyi quick-wittedly responded, “Young Master, You already donated 20 million to the hospital just now. Little Young Master Bai Hechou is still too young. Even if you give him pocket money he can’t spend it...”
Tang Muxin nodded. “That’s right. They’re here too late. It’s no good to be wise after the fact. We have been here for so long and now they’re here. The effect is too low...”
“Charity is not an event.” Li Nianwei smiled gently, but her words were definitely not. “That’s why we forgot to call the reporters when we came.”
She wasn’t exaggerating. If they had called the reporters along, just with her name it wouldn’t be a problem gathering eighty to a hundred reporters with just a word.
As a network enthusiast who often visited the Internet, the fierce woman from before aggressively said, “What is it? Our Xiao Bai appeared on the news more than two months ago. What have you been doing this whole time? Young Master Dali is doing charity here, are you turning a blind eye to it? You’re only here now? Yo, yo, yo, you even prepared the flag yourself. That’s rather smart and thoughtful!”
Footnotes:
Ch 579 Footnote 1
Hechou meant free from worries.
Ch 579 Footnote 2
Dog egg
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Two cows
Ch 579 Footnote 4
Means Grandma