Read Novel Full Chapter 767 Chapter 760 Tasting the Cakes
767: Chapter 760: Tasting the Cakes 767: Chapter 760: Tasting the Cakes The dozen or so people took turns speaking on stage, essentially just praising the Baihe Foundation and saying Wan Yun is the Bodhisattva Guanyin incarnate, saving the lives of their entire village.
An excited middle-aged woman said, “Our village can now wear new clothes, eat full meals, the kids have books to read, and there are medicines for illnesses—this is all thanks to the foundation.
We are grateful to the Baihe Foundation, grateful to Chairman Wan!”
The dozen people’s words were much the same, each one lavishing praise on the foundation and Wan Yun, and the balance among the audience tilted even more.
After all, these actors looked so genuine and spoke so sincerely that no one would doubt these simple mountain folks would lie.
“Sisi, should we get started?”
Zhang Jie watched, so angry that her hair stood on end, her teeth gritting loudly—how could there be such shameless people in the world?
Had she not investigated herself and seen the moldy grain and expired medicines, she too might have believed these people’s words.
“No rush, let’s see, what else does Wan Yun have up her sleeve?” Sisi whispered.
Sure enough, Wan Yun began playing her trump card.
Onstage, they started showing videos, all recordings from the past few years of the foundation distributing supplies in the mountains.
The footage seemed meticulously edited, with Wan Yun appearing repeatedly.
There were shots of her handing a cotton-padded jacket to villagers, eating with them in a low thatched hut, and holding and kissing a thin, dark-skinned child…
Countless scenes!
In the footage, Wan Yun shone with a sacred aura, the people wore expressions of gratitude, the children smiled happily—a scene of harmony!
What a well-executed show!
The video climaxed the atmosphere of the venue, and with Wan Yun’s people adding sentimental comments from the side, everyone was essentially swayed towards Wan Yun.
“Zhang Jie, Feifei, it’s our turn to take the stage!”
Sisi nodded her chin towards Zhang Jie and Shangguan beside her, and the two of them, who had been holding back their anger, gleefully jumped up.
“Alright, been waiting!”
Sisi took off her hat and sunglasses, revealing her true appearance.
Reporters who recognized her were stunned, their spirits perked!
He Sisi had come in person—now there was going to be a show!
Today’s trip was not in vain!
Onstage, Wan Yun was extremely smug; seeing the situation, it seemed her backup plan wouldn’t be needed!
But just as extremes meet, fortune may change!
Wan Yun’s secretary was the first to see Sisi, jolted with a shock, then hurriedly lowered his head to remind his boss.
Wan Yun immediately sounded a Level 12 alarm—what was He Sisi doing here?
How had she gotten in?
Sisi got up and walked to the front, with all the reporters automatically making way for the three of them, everyone waiting to see how these two famous ladies would clash!
Getting up close with Wan Yun, sparks flew in their gazes, crackling with tension.
“Ms.
Wan, I have some materials here I want to show everyone too.
May I borrow your foundation’s equipment?” Sisi asked with a smile.
Wan Yun’s smile was almost slipping from her face, and blood stains appeared on her palm.
“Of course.”
Zhang Jie and Shangguan played the videos while Sisi narrated; she had prepared footage they filmed in Jianding Village and other places.
The first was eating cornbread at Yanwang’s house, Shangguan’s filming skills were rather good, providing a close-up of these cornbreads.
The golden cornbreads looked beautiful on camera.
“Don’t these cornbreads look very nice?
You must be thinking they taste good, right?”
Sisi’s words made everyone chuckle; indeed, that’s what they were thinking.
“These breads are made from cornmeal distributed by the Baihe Foundation to the villagers.
Over there, people eat these breads every day, including children and the elderly!”
People were puzzled by Sisi’s words—wasn’t she here to clash?
Why did everything seem so out of place!
It seemed like she was here to redeem Baihe Foundation!
Using cornbread as a staple might be a bit tough, but it depends on where you are.
In impoverished places lacking anything, having cornbread every day is already a blessing—some places even use sorghum bread as their staple!
Wan Yun also couldn’t figure out Sisi’s plan, but it certainly wasn’t going to be anything good, so she remained tense, vigilantly watching Sisi.
Sisi maintained a solemn expression, taking out from her bag cornbreads wrapped in a plastic bag; the breads were made very small, like animal crackers.
“These breads I made using the cornmeal brought back from the village, of course mixed with good cornmeal—two parts good cornmeal to one part poor cornmeal, making these breads.
Someone might ask me why I mixed in good cornmeal; once you taste these breads, you’ll know why.”
Sisi and her team spread the breads on the table, inviting the reporters to come and taste.
The small, golden, delicate breads appeared very tempting.
The first to try them was a foreign journalist from before.
Zhang Jie pierced a piece with a toothpick and handed it to him, along with a napkin and a candy.
The journalist raised an eyebrow, puzzled about the need for napkin and candy, but Zhang Jie merely smiled without explaining.
However, he soon understood what those things were for.
The journalist swallowed the piece in one go, chewing it vigorously, but soon his eyebrows twisted like pretzels, and his pained expression drew frowns from those around him.
Could it be that bad?
The first journalist to eat the cornbread spat out the bitter dregs onto the napkin, then ate the candy, reviving afterward.
“Oh my, this bread is even more bitter than your country’s medicine!”
Unable to contain their curiosity, others crowded around to taste the cornbread, each reacting the same way, with the whole venue echoing with spitting sounds.
Only one middle-aged man didn’t spit, swallowing bite after bite, his eyebrows not even furrowing, as if his taste buds had lost sensitivity.
“The taste is familiar—during the famine, this moldy grain was our lifeline.
Though bitter, it filled the belly, but you couldn’t eat much as it could kill.
My second great uncle died eating this.”
The middle-aged man explained upon seeing everyone’s puzzled expressions, saving Sisi the trouble of speaking.
“What this gentleman said is correct.
Eating too much moldy grain can indeed be fatal, yet the villagers eat such grain every day.
This is exactly the moldy grain distributed by the Baihe Foundation.
I only wish to ask Chairman Wan, why are moldy grains, which are worthless, actually distributed, while the record on your books states it’s good grain at normal market prices?”
With Sisi’s question, the screen showed the foundation’s financial records, clearly displaying the price and quantity of the cornmeal, marked at market price.
The crowd was in uproar, exceptionally excited, pens swiftly writing, cameras continuously flashing.