"Aren't you planning to donate thirty million? And you still have money to establish a Hospital?" Ji Feifan asked.
They all roughly knew how much money Lin Zhi had made.
But she had started a company and invested quite a bit; now after donating thirty million, she probably wouldn't have much left.
"I can put forward ten million, but I don't know if that's enough. The Hospital will be temporary and can be shut down after the epidemic is over. You know more about starting a Hospital than I do, so I want to ask for your help to plan it out and see exactly what I should do. I'll also need you to help me purchase medical equipment," Lin Zhi said directly. In these exceptional times, she couldn't afford to be too considerate and had to shamelessly seek help.
Ji Feifan didn't make things difficult and was quite forthright, "You're doing a good deed, and I'd be happy to help you. I'll do my best to assist you. But your ten million is too little..."
