Leng Shaoheng sits in the conference room, listening to the subordinates at the bottom discussing a charity dinner held on Friday, which is also a dinner organized by Leng Shaoheng every year to donate to those in need.

"This year, we will invite some famous artists to participate, and we will also invite foreign heavyweight singers." Planning manager said a serious, careful look to Leng Shaoheng, waiting for his opinion.

Leng Shaoheng nodded, "pay attention to the security measures at the scene, I don't want to have any problems."

"OK, the guest list has been sent to your email. After you confirm, we will send out the invitation." The manager continued.

"Well, I've had disagreements with the company. I don't want to invite you, and I must pay attention to safety." Leng Shaoheng stressed again and again.

The assistant sent the guest list to Leng Shaoheng's mailbox, which is prepared every year after Leng Shaoheng took over. It is also a very important thing for Leng Shaoheng.

"All the money raised that night will be donated." The assistant said softly.

"Well." Leng Shaoheng looked through the materials and put forward some things that needed to be adjusted. He gave some opinions from time to time, and the subordinates wrote them down.

Leng Shaoheng looks at the preset layout of the banquet that night. He still hopes to be brighter and cancels the arrangement of the media that night to make the guests more comfortable.

They have their own photography team. They don't need to burden the guests too much. They just need to take a few photos and then publicize them. He is not the kind of person who likes to make a high profile in charity.

After the meeting, Leng Shaoheng's mobile phone rang. Shen Qingqing called to tell him that she had just taken the children to the indoor children's paradise. The two children had a good time.

Leng Shaoheng said that he went to find them after he was busy. After he hung up the phone, he thought that Leng Yanmo had great talent in painting before, and he could try to put out a painting for him at that time. Maybe he could raise money.

Leng Shaoheng was busy with his work, so he went to the restaurant to find them. Tonight, he chose the western restaurant. The two children sat there obediently and didn't give their parents any trouble.

After he sat down, Shen Qingqing's face was lukewarm. They seldom drank in front of the children.

"I have an idea." Leng Shaoheng said with a smile, Shen Qingqing looked at him, "how?"

"I want Mo Mo to draw a picture and put it on the charity party on Friday to see if there is an auction. He's so good-looking." Leng Shaoheng said as he looked at lengyanmo.

"Mo Mo, will you?" Shen Qingqing chooses to respect the idea of cold words.

Leng Yanmo is willing. He is just a little worried about his poor painting. After all, it's not the same as painting at home. Although he is praised by his parents and family for his good painting, he will still be nervous.

"I'm afraid I can't draw well." Cold words Mo said softly.

"No, Dad's watching. Dad believes you." Leng Shaoheng said with a smile. He went on, "I believe ink can draw well."

"But I want to do something too!" Let's take part in it.

"Let Qiqi play the piano for everyone, OK?" Shen Qingqing thinks that Qiqi likes to play the piano recently. As soon as she says it, Qiqi claps her hands excitedly, "OK!"

The whole family discussed it. We all want to contribute more and work hard for those in need. We can chat while eating.

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