The masks from Tianyuan Mask Factory had already been sold out, but in the past two days, they had an additional stock of 10 to 20 million.
To Liu Qing, donating two million masks was a piece of cake.
He would feel better if he could give the frontline epidemic prevention personnel an extra layer of protection.
Those people were really dangerous.
No matter why they stood on the front line, as long as they did such a thing, they deserved high respect.
They were protecting the country and protecting all the people in the country.
They deserved that respect.
It was the first day of the Lunar New Year, and it was getting late when she got home. Xiao Wen had bought some frozen dumplings when she was shopping for the New Year. She would cook dumplings for dinner tonight.
She was a southern girl. She didn't know how to make dumplings, but she knew how to cook them.
