Almighty Fat Goddess

Chapter 665 Donation New Tricks

After a lot of tossing and turning, Bai Feng started to think helplessly in the office.

"Now it seems that only helping others will be recognized by the system as a donation, and depending on who the helper is, the number of donations recognized by the system is different. It seems that a beggar can only donate 500, Nie Wenqian is 38, and helping her repay the loan is [-]. , but directly giving money to Huang Li and Mo Bei was not recognized, it is really a high IQ system..."

She pinched her chin and thought about how to make the donation figure up to the standard in a short period of time, but obviously, making money is difficult, and donating money and being supervised by the system is not easy either.

"Oh, I never dreamed that one day I would be distressed because I can't donate money... It seems that more money is not all a good thing... Is there any reason for God..."

Sighing, Bai Feng could only boldly make a new attempt.

He picked up the phone and dialed the number of Xianyang City Poverty Alleviation Fund.

"Hello, Director Zhao? I'm Baifeng, yes, Baifeng from the First Floor of the World... Well, I want to donate money, the amount is relatively large..."

Helpless, Baifeng could only put his mind on the government.

Director Zhao of the Municipal Poverty Alleviation Fund Office hung up Bai Feng's phone and almost slapped himself. After a long time, he yelled at the secretary as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"Hurry up, tell the major TV stations and news media that the iron cock is going to pluck his hair!"

The nickname Iron Rooster was given to Baifeng by the local government a few years ago, for no other reason than Baifeng is rich and stingy.

When the first floor of the world was the most prosperous, almost every department in the local area lobbied for donations and sponsorships. Unfortunately, Baifeng gritted his teeth and never donated a penny.

But this time, she actually donated, and she voluntarily asked for a donation, and it was a huge number, which made this group of people have to wonder if Bai Feng was suffering from cancer and wanted to donate all her property before she died.

For this reason, they also carefully held a special meeting to discuss the issue of property division left after Bai Feng's death.

So the first thing Director Zhao said when he met Bai Feng was...

"Mr. Bai, after hearing that you are suffering from an incurable disease, I feel extremely sad..."

After finishing speaking, Director Zhao received a solid slap from Bai Feng...

What made Bai Feng puzzled was that the system did not judge the first batch of [-] million donated, and it was not until three days later that the system updated the task completion level again.

[32903400 yuan has been donated, and 32903400 yuan has been completed]

Seeing this number, Bai Feng was a little confused again, and said to himself.

"How can the system judge that there are zeros and wholes? Why did it only determine more than 3000 million after giving [-] million? What about the rest of the money?"

As a result, another three days later, the task rate of the system changed from more than 3200 million to more than 5800 million.

Then, she didn't move. After waiting for a week, Baifeng couldn't wait anymore, so she took the initiative to call the Poverty Alleviation Office for consultation.

"Director Zhao, what happened to the first batch of relief funds I gave..."

"Yo, Mr. Bai, hehe, the first batch of 1 million yuan has been fully used, and most of it has been invested in education and medical services. I will send you the specific flow of funds later... By the way, Mr. Bai, When will the second batch come over, we plan to improve the quality of life for rural people..."

Bai Feng didn't reply, and after reading the email from Chief Zhao, she got angry...

"Hmph, nearly half of the [-] million donations were withheld privately! A small part went into private pockets! If it weren't for the system's judgment, maybe I would have foolishly thanked others!"

Then, she sent the real whereabouts of the donations she had sorted out to Director Zhao, and copied it to all the leaders of Xianyang City. Then, poor Director Zhao was double-regulated...

Then, Bai Feng felt helpless again...

"It's not okay to donate money like this. I really have money that I can't spend. What should I do? Is it possible..."

Suddenly, an idea popped up...

"Yeah, I can learn the mode of the water drop chips..."

Just do what you say, Baifeng turns on the computer...

Five days later, a mobile app called Angel in White was logged in and launched...

At the same time, two husbands and wives, He Lanshan and Cui Ping, who live in Lushui City, were lying on the hospital bed, hugging each other and crying, afraid of disturbing other patients, they could only suppress their crying and bite the white bedding.

He Lanshan is very dark. He was called a black egg by his classmates when he was in school, until he got married.

Their family is an ordinary peasant family, not rich, but not to the point where they can't afford to eat.

He was not outstanding in his studies, but he worked very hard. After graduation, he was admitted to the second university, but his family only supported him until his sophomore year. After dropping out of school, he went to the construction site with the construction team in the village.

With hard work and willingness to learn, a year later, with the tens of thousands of dollars he had accumulated, he formed a decoration team by himself. In fact, there were only four or five people in total, and they were all cousins.

But maybe it was God's favor, or maybe it was because of his low fees, good attitude, and strong skills. The business of the decoration team is getting better every day, and his savings are gradually increasing.

In the second year, he met Cui Ping, who went to work in the city from the next village. In a big villa, he was a decorator and she was a nanny.

That's how the two got to know each other...

When she was tired, she would pour him a glass of water, pass him a cigarette, and then chat for a while about family affairs and a few words in her hometown dialect.

Another year later, Cui Ping resigned and went with him to do renovations. They did it, and Cui Ping was responsible for cooking and delivering meals for them, and helping him wipe his sweat and wash his clothes.

Then, the two humble rural people made three lives and three lives in this big city when they were renovating a big house for others.

After getting married, a son was born, and the business of the decoration team improved. Cui Ping stayed in his hometown to take care of the children, and he went out to earn money to support the family.

For convenience, he bought a car with the money he had saved in the past few years, and then drove home after work every day. He got up at 5 o'clock every morning and drove to the city to continue working. work.

He always smiles, thinking, grit his teeth and work for a few more years, and when his son goes to school, he will take the saved money to go to his hometown to do some business, so that he can always be with his wife and children.

Unfortunately, God did not wish.

Just when he was trying his best to enjoy the happiness of human relations, one morning, when he was brushing his teeth, he found that his mouth was bleeding, and he laughed at himself for being too stupid.

As a result, this situation continued for a week, and his mouth began to fester. At this time, he panicked. He went to the hospital for an examination, and the sky collapsed immediately.

Lymphoblastic leukemia!
Then, he started a long treatment, radiotherapy, chemotherapy...

He shaved his head and became thinner.

The car was sold, the house was sold, and Cui Ping took the children to squeeze in her sister's house, but she still didn't have enough money, so she started borrowing.

As of today, he has successfully survived for one year, three months and eight days, but the huge medical expenses finally squeezed out the last penny of his family.

"Ping... Forget it, no matter how much money is spent on my disease, there is not much hope of being cured..."

"There is not much hope, but there is hope, isn't it? If you are gone, what should I do? What about the child?"

Speaking of children, He Lanshan, who secretly decided to commit suicide, became soft again, yes, he had to live, he had to earn money to support his wife and children.

But the follow-up chemotherapy and radiotherapy will cost a huge sum. Now that I have borrowed everything that can be borrowed, and sold everything that can be sold, where should the money come from?

Cui Ping comforted him by holding his hand.

"Don't worry, I will find a solution for the medical expenses. As long as there are people, there is hope..."

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(End of this chapter)