PDLP Chapter 21 NGO Inequality
Chapter 21 NGO Inequality
"An environmental ambassador?"
"Excuse me, ma'am, are you saying that the Great Lakes Environmental Justice Association promised you they would use this issue to make you an environmental star?"
Conrad's voice came through the receiver.
While adjusting her skirt, Cyron tilted her head, holding her phone between her face and shoulder: "What's the problem?"
Conrad wanted to answer.
But as the words were about to come out, he couldn't help but laugh.
Since he contacted the CEO of Garden Meat a few days ago to report Martin, he has been trying to contact Theron to solicit donations.
It's not that Conrad is short of those 15 in sales.
Rather, he simply couldn't stand being outmaneuvered by Clarissa.
This isn't about money; it's about saving face.
Of course, he was unaware of Theron and Martin's secret relationship.
All he knew was that Theron was the daughter of the major shareholder of Garden Meat, and if he could persuade Theron, he still had a chance to win the donation.
But to my utter surprise, after calling Theron today, I heard some ridiculous news.
He laughed as he said, "Madam, I think you've been fooled by them. Clarissa doesn't have that ability or that resource."
"Whether I've been scammed or not, I know in my heart. I don't need you to remind me," Theron said, and then hung up the phone.
She has been in Brazil for several days.
It was a rare sunny day, so I quickly came out to take photos. I really had no interest in getting entangled with Conrad.
He tossed the phone into his assistant's hands.
She then asked, "Have you sent the video footage and data obtained from IPAM to Bane?"
"It was sent this morning. He told me he had already downloaded it," the assistant quickly replied.
IPAM, which stands for "Amazonian Environmental Research Institute," is an NGO located in Belém, Brazil, founded in 1995.
However, one shouldn't assume that an organization is not doing anything productive just because it is called an NGO.
Objectively speaking, there are quite a few NGOs in the world that have genuinely made contributions.
"Did he tell you how his preparations are going?"
With the official launch date drawing ever closer, Theron couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
"Bane said that the copywriting, accounts, and everything else are ready, and we can start anytime as long as the money and materials are available."
"Hasn't that 15 yuan donation reached their association's account yet?" Seron asked, somewhat puzzled.
"no."
"Shit! The bank's efficiency is so low. Our company made the payment the day before yesterday," Theron cursed.
Time passed slowly.
Another day has passed.
3:30 p.m.
Sitting at her desk at the association, Meng Ran received the retouched photos from Theron through a "Yahoo! Big Files link".
Thea, who was at the next workstation, caught a glimpse of the content on Meng Ran's screen out of the corner of her eye. She tiptoed, and the swivel chair under her immediately slid over.
"Wow~~ The photos are pretty good."
"After all, it cost a lot of money."
Meng Ran's fingers slid across the mouse, browsing through the other photos that had already been downloaded.
As he flipped through the pages, his finger paused, and the screen stopped displaying a photo taken from a candid perspective.
In the photo, Theron, wearing a wedding dress made of leaves, is exchanging vows with a tree stump dressed in a suit opposite her, presided over by a Brazilian priest.
This scene, combined with the composition of a candid shot.
Whether placed in China or the United States, it actually looks somewhat creepy.
That's exactly the effect Meng Ran wanted.
Currently, the most popular content on the internet, besides pornography and violence, is sensationalism.
Starting with novelty is the best way to attract more users.
However, before he began, he couldn't help but look up at the ceiling; the finance department was upstairs.
Fuck!
Where is my money?
Why hasn't the money arrived yet?
Just as he was cursing in his heart, he saw Clarissa walking quickly towards him from the corridor.
As she walked, she deliberately raised her voice and shouted in Meng Ran's direction, "The 15 yuan donation has arrived."
The words fell.
The employees from another project team who were working on the same floor immediately turned their attention to them.
This is exactly the effect Clarissa wanted.
It's important to know that within the association, it wasn't just Thea who felt that Clarissa hadn't achieved anything; members of the neighboring project team shared the same opinion.
Today, I can finally hold my head high.
however.
Jimmy and the three full-time employees were dumbfounded.
One of the female employees, Debbie, who liked Jimmy, couldn't help but ask, "Clarissa, where did the $15 donation come from?"
Clarissa hasn't replied yet.
Thea couldn't hold back any longer and said slowly, "Didn't I say that day? Bane brought up a new topic, and you were all just laughing at him. What do you say now?"
"..." Debbie was speechless when asked the question.
Clarissa's smile cooled slightly.
Ignoring everyone else, she raised an eyebrow at Meng Ran: "Come on, let's go to my office and talk about the promotion."
A smile crept onto Meng Ran's face as he followed Clarissa into the office.
The door was closed.
Clarissa couldn't help but say, "Contact the consulting firm you're working with and have them bring the contract over. We can arrange the payment today."
Meng Ran coughed lightly: "When giving Martin the kickback, just transfer my 3 to his partner company as well."
Clarissa's face, which was flushed with excitement, turned into a question mark: "Martin?"
"Yes, Martin collected the money for me," Meng Ran mumbled.
Even now, he still hasn't told Clarissa and Martin about the deal they made by breaking up.
Clarissa didn't think much of it, but asked with doubt, "Can I trust him?"
"I can trust you." Meng Ran nodded. If Martin dared not pay, he would just quit on the side with Theron.
"Okay, so when do you plan to launch it...?"
"Today."
"Wouldn't that be too..." Clarissa hadn't finished speaking when there was a knock on the office door.
The two looked towards the door at the sound, only to see Debbie poking her head in.
"What's wrong?" Clarissa was somewhat cold towards her after learning that she had mocked Meng Ran.
Debbie nodded and glanced at Meng Ran again.
"You two chat, I'll go out first." Seeing this, Meng Ran took the initiative to leave, giving Clarissa and Debbie space to talk privately.
The door was closed.
Clarissa asked curiously, "What's wrong?"
"Director, I'm here on behalf of the other employees to ask how the bonuses for the new issue should be allocated?" Debbie asked with a slightly ingratiating smile.
"?" Clarissa was taken aback by the question.
"According to the association's rules, every full-time employee in our project team, regardless of whether they participated in fundraising, is entitled to a bonus of at least $1000 per person."
"Huh??" Even Clarissa, who is usually very well-mannered, was amused.
She couldn't help but cross her arms over her chest, lean her buttocks against the desk, and tilt her head slightly as she looked at Debbie.
He questioned, "Have you forgotten that you mocked Bane?"
"No, no, no, we did laugh at Bane, but that doesn't mean we can use that as an excuse not to share the bonus. You're the director; you have to uphold the association's rules and everyone's interests."
"..." Clarissa was stunned.
How can a person be so shameless?
My mockery of you doesn't mean I don't want the bonuses you earned.
Taking a deep breath, Clarissa covered her forehead and said coldly, "I won't give you a single penny."
"Then we'll have to go ask Eunice."
Debbie's voice turned cold. "We're all connected. If you affect our profits, I'm not afraid of you, the director."
"Whatever you want," Clarissa waved her hand.
Debbie slammed the door and left, then ran to Jimmy for comfort and support.
Seeing this, the other two full-time employees also joined in.
Soon, the two also found out that they hadn't received the bonus, and they immediately became excited.
Jimmy was overjoyed and immediately pointed the finger at Meng Ran: "Listen, it must have been Bane who lied to Clarissa."
"He used to be a man who never said a word in the association, which led us all to believe that he was a trustworthy and honest person."
"But these days, he has completely revealed his true nature, using seemingly wonderful but completely unworkable plans every day to deceive everyone..."
"Enough!" Little Dahl couldn't take it anymore.
He stood up, pointed at Jimmy and the others, and said, "I'm telling you, we'll be promoting this topic online soon to help our clients become..."
"Oh~Jesus~~ Hahahaha..." Jimmy interrupted loudly.
He then mocked, "So, why have you been registering so many accounts online these past few days? Are you planning to stir up some trouble online with these accounts?"
"Hahahaha..." Upon hearing this, Debbie and the others immediately burst into laughter.
Little Dahl was absolutely furious.
How come I never noticed these people were like this before? I always thought that people working in NGOs were all respectable people.
On the contrary, Meng Ran, the target of the attack, was not surprised by this.
Come to think of it, how many normal people can work in such an association for a long time with connections?
So he said casually, "Dal, mind your own business."
"Bane!" Little Dahl was still a little angry, hands on his hips, turning his head left and right.
"Let's get started, don't waste time, OK?" Meng Ran glanced at Xiao Da'er.
Upon hearing this, Little Dahl took a deep breath and glared fiercely at Jimmy and the others.
He then sat down sullenly, his large fingers clumsily tapping the keyboard to complete the task Meng Ran had assigned him.
after an hour……
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