"What a donation!"

"Donate 10,000 without blinking, are the anchors so rich now?"

"The cow is approved!"

"It's really a whole 10,000 yuan!"

"The point is that only half of the gift income is taken, and Anchor Meng has donated 5,000 himself!"

"Is this the anchor forgetting to cut his income in half, or is he going to donate 10,000?"

"I thought it would be generous to donate 5,000, but I didn't expect it!"

"I forgot about the lack of oxygen in my brain when I ran?"

"The anchor himself is a local tyrant, right? I have been watching the anchor's live broadcast for some days, not to mention asking for gifts, and even the water friends are basically not grateful for the gifts, if it weren't for the local tyrants, they could do this?"

"Isn't it a local tyrant, don't you see this young lady here?

"I've seen the anchor run live early in the morning, this young lady is also there, the anchor is obviously chasing her!"

"This young lady is really good-looking, and she has a good figure! If the anchor can catch up, she will definitely be a winner of the fat man's counterattack in life!"

"This is a beautiful girl in Chinese painting in our Academy of Fine Arts, if you really want to catch up, that's a myth!

Zhang took Meng Fan's mobile phone and repeatedly confirmed the amount of donation, he really donated 10,000 instead of 5,000, and reminded Meng Fan in a low voice: "Fat, the amount of the gift is worth nine thousand eight, but only half of your income has arrived, five thousand." ”

Although he knew that Meng Fan's family conditions were very good, he was still worried that Meng Fan had forgotten about the profit sharing at all and donated it all with a wave of his hand.

"I know. ”

Of course, Meng Fan knew that the amount of the gift he had seen the virtual projection of running shoes before he looked at his mobile phone, and for such a long time, even if his brain was deprived of oxygen, he would not forget about it.

"The 5,000 was donated by the sailors, and I donated 5,000 myself. After thinking about it, he added, "Recently, I have made a lot of money by drawing illustrations for those great god writers." ”

This sentence, in fact, Meng Fan said it to Wu Tong, he didn't want Wu Tong to think that he was a person who spent his family's money and spendthrift.

The most important thing is to let Wu Tong know that he can spend and earn, and he is a caring person like her.

Well, that's very important.

In some cases, Meng Fan's IQ and EQ are still online, and there is a little caution.

Of course, when it comes to donations, Meng Fan is sure that he can increase the experience of the achievement task of [Scattered Wealth Boy].

This achievement task is divided into four processes, each requiring 10,000, 100,000, 500,000 and 1 million scattered wealth, and the process rewards are only points, which are 10, 100, 500 and 1000 points, respectively, and there are no additional attribute rewards.

However, the attribute of the title is very powerful in Meng Fan's opinion, luck +1.

If before, Meng Fan was not sure how much of a role the inexplicable metaphysical attribute of "luck" could play, after experiencing the baptism and destruction of the "sense of existence", Meng Fan was already convinced of the metaphysical attribute.

I've heard that Lucky +1 is not much, but who can be sure that their own lucky value has reached 1!

Therefore, when it came to donations, Meng Fan did not hesitate to donate another 5,000 yuan while donating the proceeds of today's gift.

One million, one day you can scatter enough!

Moreover, 10,000 for 10 points will not lose much.

At the moment of donating 10,000 yuan, Meng Fan sounded a dinging sound in his mind, completed the first process of [Scattered Wealth Boy], and obtained a reward of 10 points.

There are 503 points available.

After seemingly explaining to Zhang, he turned to look at Wu Tong, nodded with a smile, and made sure that the amount of his donation was correct.

Wu Tong paid attention to Meng Fan's live broadcast, and naturally knew that Meng Fan's live broadcast room gave a lot of gifts, and also knew that Meng Fan was helping several famous novels to draw illustrations, and he could indeed make money, but Wu Tong was very surprised by the large donation of 10,000 yuan.

"You're... Really good!"

After whispering to Meng Fan, seeing that Meng was still sweating on his face, he handed over a few of them, and then said very sweetly: "Thank you for your donation!"

Have a staff member issue a certificate of donation.

The staff of the organizer on the side, as well as several gods who helped, also gave Meng Fan a kind and friendly and respectful smile.

"Kiriri!"

A man's voice appeared, which made Meng Fan suddenly raise his vigilance, and looked at the source of the sound while wiping his sweat.

This is...... That man that night, what kind of fierce hu?

It seems to be a popular figure in the school.

Meng Fan remembered that he and Wu Tong were chatting happily one night not long after they met, and Wu Tong left with an unhappy face after the appearance of this man.

It seems that he heard Wu Tong's name for the first time from this man's mouth, he was still called Wu Tong at that time, and today he is actually called Tong Tong, which makes Meng Fan's heart sink.

Looking at it again, Meng Fan found that Wu Tong's face was even more ugly than that night, and there was disgust in his eyes, which made Meng Fan's sinking heart suddenly brighten.

This Hu He Meng walked over as if he had specially announced to everyone that Wu Tong was his territory, and looked at Wu Tong with a very gentle look, but before he could speak, he heard Wu Tong say with a slightly calm face: "Hu Tingsong, I have told you many times, you can call me Wu Tong." ”

Wu Tong was very disgusted by Hu Tingsong calling himself like this.

"It turned out that it wasn't fierce or cowardly. ”

After knowing Hu Tingsong's exact name, Meng Fan muttered.

Hu Tingsong just smiled at Wu Tong's words, didn't take this stubble at all, his face remained unchanged, and said: "It's late for the traffic jam on the road, but it's finally in time." I'm not good at long-distance running, so I can only come here to donate money to support you. ”

After that, he took out a stack of money from his bag, handed it to the staff, and specifically said the amount, three thousand.

"Thank you for your donation, but the money is not for me. ”

Wu Tong has always been disgusted with Hu Tingsong's style of doing things and self-righteousness, and this time is no exception, but he still forcibly returned his expression to normal. Public welfare activities are a good thing, and she doesn't want any bloody incidents.

"It's all the same, it's the same. ”

Hu Tingsong smiled and waved his hand, then turned around and saw Meng Fan looking at him like him, and said, "You are the one who likes the dance, right?"

Meng Fan's sense of existence, Hu Tingsong naturally saw it a long time ago, and he also knew that Meng Fan often went for morning jogging with Wu Tong, but he didn't care about a fat man like Meng Fan before, how could Wu Tong like him!

However, when he saw that Meng Fan was also at the scene of Weima, and saw Wu Tong handing Meng Fan a tissue very kindly, which made him feel a hint of threat.

Although there was only a trace of it, Hu Tingsong felt that he could take advantage of the momentum of his donation, and he could hit Meng Fan by the way and let him know what was wrong.

deliberately looked Meng Fan's figure up and down, and said, "Your family should be good, and you should donate a little money, right?"

Meng Fan said hehehe: "It's a donation, and you can't compare." ”

Judging from Wu Tong's disgusted eyes, coupled with Hu Tingsong's brainless words and deeds, Meng Fan was not interested in fighting with players of this level at all.

Hu Tingsong said very generously: "It's okay to have a public welfare heart, and it's the same if you donate more or less." ”

Meng Fan gave a thumbs up: "What you said is true." ”

Then he hurriedly pulled Zhang around, who was about to speak, and at the same time gave the surrounding staff and those gods a look, smiled and shook his head, signaling them not to speak.

Some people never deserve to know the truth.

Even if we do, I hope it's too late.