"So, you mean your organization is managed by that charity?" Bo Wen raised his eyebrows, "Why are the conditions here not great, when the charity should be receiving quite a large amount of donations every year."
The director sighed, "If we were the only one, it would be fine. But each charitable donation has to be distributed among many special organizations. Once shared, how much could there be?"
Bo Wen nodded, "That makes sense."
"Could you give me the contact information of the former director?"
Fu Chi stared at the document for a long time, then lifted his head and asked the director.
Director: "Sure, here's his phone number."
He handed a business card to Fu Chi.
Fu Chi glanced at the name on the card: Zhang Zhenke.
"Thank you, sorry for the trouble." He thanked him with a mild expression on his face.
To find out what his father had investigated here years ago, he would need to contact this Zhang Zhenke.
They didn't spend too much time at the disability center.
