Qin Yiyi did not move her feet.
She only glanced at Yang Baozhu with an indifferent expression, smiled and said softly, "Mrs. Yang, you're a woman of her word. Very good."
She looked at Yang Baozhu, who was clearly a little nervous, and said directly, "There's no need for the contract, Mrs. Yang, you just need to convert these things into money and invest them in a few primary schools."
"I'll get someone to give you the names of a few institutions. Just let me know when you've successfully transferred the money."
Yang Baozhu looked up at Qin Yiyi as if she didn't expect her to say something like this.
"Miss Qin, this... isn't a small amount of money. Are you really going to..." Donate it?
"Just do as I say."
Qin Yiyi smiled. Her expression was calm, but there was a sense of alienation in it.
"Mrs. Yang, is there anything else?"
"No."
