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Chapter 314

The next day, before Fang Jing even woke up, he was listed as the number one in the hot search, and tens of thousands of people discussed on the Internet that he donated money again.

"This is the real star. It is taken from the people and used by the people. Fang Jing has set a good example for the younger generation."

"As a public figure, every word and deed affects a large number of fans who love him. The idol is full of positive energy, and the fans will also be indirectly encouraged."

"Those who swear in public and behave uncivilized don't know where to say that it's their own private matter."

"As expected of Fang Jing, he did not disappoint us!"

"Early in the morning, it finally showed me something positive. Give Fang Jing a thumbs up!"

"Brother, you can still sleep!" In the morning, Fang Jing was awakened by Yang Ning's phone call in his sleep.

Squinting his tired eyes, Fang Jing replied in a daze, "What's the matter?"

"Did your Weibo be stolen yesterday? Did you post the donation of tens of millions?"

"It's me, that's right!"

Turning over, Fang Jing picked up a glass of water from the bedside table and drank it, exhaled, his mind was much clearer.

"Brilliant!!"

On the phone, Yang Ning popped out two words for a long time.

She is really convinced, donate tens of millions if you say so, no local tyrant is so rich, and there is only one in the entertainment industry who can do this.

"Since you donated it, get up quickly and contact me early in the morning to ask if there is such a thing. If so, then hold a first donation ceremony to make you look good."

"The tens of millions are not in vain!" Fang Jing chuckled.

The official approach is very solid. People have given out tens of millions. It is unreasonable for them to do nothing, but they can't give too many rewards. They can only develop a press conference, give verbal praise, and send out a small pennant or something.

"Come on, give me tens of millions and I'll give you whatever you want, good fortune boy!"

Now Fang Jing has an extra nickname, the good fortune boy in the entertainment industry, and the label is that he is young and rich and a bit naive.

Two days later, Yang Ninguo picked him up and took him to the airport. The first donation ceremony was in Yanjing, the capital, and they had to rush there now.

"You're really good. You donated the money before it was warmed up, and you didn't discuss it with me beforehand."

"I thought it wasn't much, so just donate, I don't know how to make such a big noise."

After giving Fang Jing a blank look, Yang Ning said, "I'll give you [-] points for pretending to be you, and the remaining [-] points are for fear of your pride."

Tens of millions of calls are not many, are they talking in human language?

With her face close, Yang Ning exhaled like blue, and whispered mysteriously: "Honestly, do you have a girlfriend?"

"This……"

Fang Jing stroked his chin, and looked at Yang Ning. His face was beautiful and charming, with a bulging front and back.

Even though he is a little older, he doesn't know whether it is 32 or 33, and he has never heard her say it, but he can't handle this wolf-like age.

I haven't seen that they are usually eaten to death.

"Ahem! I'm afraid we are not suitable, you are still a round older than me."

"Bah! What are you thinking about!" Yang Ning spat, blushing and said, "I have a cousin, do you want to think about it?"

If it were another artist, Yang Ning would definitely not recommend falling in love at a young age, it would be a big blow to her career.

But Fang Jing is different, she can see it clearly, this guy's mind is not in the entertainment circle at all, he has no ambition at all, and he might hide behind the scenes at some point.

"Yang Siwei?" Fang Jing opened his eyes wide.

"roll!"

"It's not her! If you have time, you will meet. After getting to know each other for a few years, you will be almost married."

"No! I don't want to think about this for now!" Seeing that Yang Ning wanted to ask again, Fang Jing pouted, "Aren't you too free to take care of my marriage?"

"As a professional agent, of course I need to know your preferences, and the relationship is also a reference! Seriously, what type do you like?"

"Lolita? Sister Yu, the one with big breasts? Why don't you think about me? I'm not bad either."

"Ha ha!"

Lai ignored her, Fang Jing shook his head and remained silent, children only choose one, adults want all of them.

……

At noon, Yanjing.

Several 50-year-old men in police uniforms with firm faces shook hands with Fang Jing.

Fang Jing didn't know the police rank, and Fang Jing couldn't recognize what the flowers on his shoulders meant, but judging by his age and the people behind him, he must have a high status.

"Young man, thank you for your donation. I thank you on behalf of those sacrificed comrades."

"Uncle policeman, this is what I should do. A little bit of effort. Compared with their hard work, my little money is nothing."

"No one's money is blown by the wind. I will take your heart. Since you call me uncle policeman, I will say a few more words. The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility."

"Standing in that position, your words and deeds do not represent you alone. There are certain things that fans will learn from you. You have to set an example for them!"

"Well! I know! Never do anything illegal!"

"Hahaha!" The middle-aged man couldn't laugh or cry when he spoke the same reasoning, but unexpectedly got this sentence.

But that's good too, don't ask them to do much good, just don't lead young people badly.

Now the fans are crazy, they can say anything in order to whitewash their idols, their own idol fans are a trivial matter in their eyes, they call it a lot of pressure, it's all for art!

He was only wearing full clothes, and if it wasn't for his work image, he would have wanted to slap him across the face. Is it worthwhile to sacrifice hundreds of anti-drug policemen every year?

For every bullet that fell on his colleagues, there was a piece of money funded by drug addicts.

"Fang Jing, this is our session for a while, you need to understand first." The staff member in police uniform handed him a process card.

"Thank you!"

The link is very simple, hold a donation card on the stage, say a few words, issue a pennant for outstanding youth, and take a group photo.

The string of 3000 million numbers was too long, so Fang Jing picked up the donation card and blocked most of the people around him.

……

"Thumbs up for him, China's outstanding youth."

"What were you doing when you were 20 years old? He donated 4000 million and helped 10 people every year."

"An artist must first learn artistic virtues, and this is the real star."

"The great hero is for the country and the people!"

In the afternoon, dozens of media reported on Fang Jing's donation one after another. On the official Weibo, People's Daily, Youth Daily, and the Communist Youth League reposted it one after another. Readers, Youth Digest and other magazines also wrote articles praising it.

Among them, some media people also quoted the words of The Legend of the Condor Heroes, that the great heroes serve the country and the people.

Originally, the meager hot search the day before yesterday had just passed, but now it broke out again.

"It's [-] strokes, what's the last sentence?"

"If you don't go to the Great Wall, you're not a hero!"

"That's right! I didn't know before, and I asked the teacher who the Great Wall was. Now seeing this situation, I really feel that it is very meaningful."

"So that's why you lay on the ground tired?" Yang Ning gave Fang Jing a blank look.

On a rare visit to Yanjing, Fang Jing proposed to climb the Great Wall. Unexpectedly, he was foaming at the mouth, panting and lying on the ground after only a few hours.

"Superficial, don't I feel the culture of poetry?"

Yang Ning sneered, "If this is the noon of hoeing day, you will not be able to go to heaven!"

(End of this chapter)