Song Qian was indeed a little stumped by Bao Xiaosong's move. Not to mention 80,000 cash, even 800,000 cash, he can take it out of the "Qiankun bag". However, the volume of 80,000 yuan in cash is not small, originally empty-handed, and suddenly there is such a pile of extra money, still in front of the camera, Song Qian is not stupid, naturally it is impossible to do this.

What should I do if I can't transfer money, I can't use cash, and I can't lose face?

Is there a thin piece of paper that represents 80,000 yuan?

Shu Song Qian has always been a poor man, except for bank cards, he doesn't know how local tyrants go out with large sums of money.

However, I don't know, maybe the "Qiankun bag" can know. It doesn't take much, 80,000 is enough.

Thinking so, Song Qian took out his wallet.

"Yo, LV's bag, it's quite exaggerated. Bao Xiaosong's eyes were sharp, and he immediately found the wallet that Song Qian took out, and the "LV" logo on it was particularly obvious.

This is indeed a high-imitation, oh no, crude imitation LV wallet.

Although this bag has now become a "Qiankun bag", which can take out banknotes and valuable things from it in minutes, it was originally the bag that Song Qian had been using before, the nature has changed, the material and appearance have not changed, and it was bought from a shopping mall for 200 yuan.

It doesn't matter if the wallet is real or not, as long as the money in it is real.

"I'm not in the habit of carrying a lot of cash. Song Qian opened his wallet and leisurely took out a piece of paper.

This piece of paper, which is slightly smaller than the 100 yuan banknote, is marked with the words "Huatai Bank Cashier's Check" on the top, and in the middle is the capitalized "10,000 yuan", and the words "transfer" and "cash" in the lower left corner, of which "transfer" has been crossed out.

Song Qian knows the check, and he watches it a lot on TV, and the pig's feet often take out a checkbook, write some words, and then throw it in the other party's face: "Take the five million, get out of here!"

Song Qian has always felt that this kind of thing is particularly emotional, until once he heard the term "blank check", and dared to love that even if he was poor and white, it was okay to come to such a thing of "throwing people in the face with a check of five million".

Back to the one in hand, what is the promissory note? It says 10,000 yuan, and there is no payee, does it mean 80,000 yuan in cash? No matter who holds it, you can go to Huatai Bank to get it?

Congratulations to Mr. Song Qiansong, the first-class God of Wealth, who is now quite self-taught about things related to money.

Bearer cash promissory note, the right to the instrument may be granted to any bearer or visitor. When the bill matures, the bearer, no matter who it is, has the right to request payment from the drawer, that is, the bank.

In other words, although Song Qian is holding a thin piece of paper in his hand at this time, it is directly equal to 80,000 yuan, so there is still no password and no need to recognize people. Isn't it more convenient than cash?

There is no need to deliberately dangle in front of the camera like Bao Xiaosong, Song Qian directly voted this 80,000 yuan promissory ticket into the donation box.

"Drop!"

"Your savings card account with tail number 8888 transferred RMB 80,000.00 at 14:57 on August 21, and the balance was RMB 2,771,100. 【Heavenly Court】"

In fact, this is the second one, which is for this donation in the form of an anonymous cash cashier's check.

Sure enough, it is directly equivalent to cash, and as soon as you throw it in, you will be considered a success.

"Mr. Song, you just donated 80,000 yuan to the Chengbei Welfare Institute, and now you have donated 80,000 yuan to the Charity Federation, can you talk about your mood at the moment?"

Although Song Qian did not deliberately show off, Zhang Manlu's sharp eyes, whether it was taking out a cashier's ticket or putting it into the donation box, were all captured by the camera, and hurriedly stepped forward for an interview.

Mood?

Song Qian looked sideways at Bao Xiaosong, whose face was blue and purple, thinking that his mood at this moment was mixed. Bao Xiaosong had mixed tastes, and Song Qian's mood was calm, and this was what he wanted.

"It's not in a special mood, it's normal. Song Qian said lightly. After saying that, he raised his legs and prepared to leave.

But no, it's already three o'clock, and being late for the party is not Song Qian's style, compared to the capital that is a little late now, but that is given by God.

For Zhang Manlu, today's interview was encountered, since Song Qian had no intention of being interviewed, the effect of forcible action would definitely not be good, so he was also ready to close the team.

"Hey!"

Seeing that Song Qian was leaving, and the reporter was leaving, Bao Xiaosong was anxious. Regardless of whether Song Qian transferred money or not, whether he could exchange 80,000 yuan for a piece of paper thrown in, anyway, he gave 8,000 yuan, or cash, why didn't he interview himself? He had thought of a lot of advertising words, for himself, for his father's company, 8,000 yuan was not thrown out casually, there must be results, and the people of the whole city could see it......

However, Bao Xiaosong's "hey" had no effect at all, and the rain that had stopped began to fall heavily again, and the wind was also getting stronger, Zhang Manlu and his party hurriedly stopped a taxi, and Song Qian also sped up his pace, leaving Bao Xiaosong standing at the bus stop, and there were no people on both sides.

Shocked that he had suffered a heavy loss today, Bao Xiaosong hurriedly ran to the donation box, facing the transparent donation box, looking at the large number of hundred-yuan bills scattered inside, Bao Xiaosong was already in pain and couldn't breathe. The money was all his own, so he threw it in for no reason, and he didn't catch anything!

"Drop!"

Bao Xiaosong recovered from the heartache and took out his mobile phone, which was the class group information.

"It's already three o'clock, and if you're five minutes late, you'll be fined a hundred yuan!"

"Support support, reduce the pressure of paying for Ge Tian. ”

"It was said a long time ago that it was three o'clock, and a fine of one hundred should be imposed for every minute late. ”

"Yes, a fine of one hundred for being one minute late. ”

Subsequently, Bao Xiaosong was arrived by Aite, and Zhao Jun, Wang Ke, Song Qian, Li Zhenzhen and Jiang Da were also arrived by Aite.

"There seems to be an accident at the intersection on my side, and there is a traffic jam. Accidents, not deliberately late, ask for pardon!" Jiang Da hurriedly replied in the group.

Li Zhenzhen was sitting in a taxi at this time, because she was in a hurry, she urged her master, but she didn't expect to directly rear-end a private car that braked urgently at a yellow light at the intersection. It was raining outside, and there was another accident, and it couldn't go up or down.

The point is, she also received Aite at this time.

A fine of 100 yuan for being 100 yuan for being 5 minutes late?

"The taxi I was in had an accident and was stuck at the intersection. Li Zhenzhen also hurriedly replied in the group.

One after the other with Jiang Da, they all said that the accident was blocked at the intersection, which obviously aroused everyone's suspicion.

"Just give me the excuse of the traffic jam in the accident, I didn't get stuck in the traffic. ”

"The journey came smoothly and floated half an hour early. ”

"The bus is not jammed, who let you not travel green. ”

Of course, there are also those who help to intercede.

"It's inevitable that there will be traffic jams, the weather is bad today, and I was also stuck all the way, but fortunately I came out early. ”

"Jiang Da will be fined for being late, and the goddess will be exempted. ”

"Then the goddess, you have the money, @陈愈"

"My wife is strict, and she only has a total of three hundred yuan on her, which is enough for the goddess to be three minutes late. ”

Jiang Da was stuck behind a taxi at this time, looked at the time, and looked at the chat in the group, he was in a hurry, so he hurriedly took a photo of the traffic jam at the intersection and sent it to show his innocence.

In the photo, a taxi with a license plate ending in 481 rear-ended a private car at the intersection with a yellow light that did not rush over, and it was on a two-way single lane, and it was immediately blocked.

"I'm at this intersection!" Li Zhenzhen suddenly sent one. After sending the message, she looked back, and sure enough, there was a black Nissan parked behind her. I quickly took a photo and passed it on.

Now, one after the other, the two can confirm each other, as well as photos, which can be regarded as confirming that this force majeure caused lateness.

"Count you two as a traitor, hurry up!"

"@赵俊@包小松@宋谦@王珂, there are four of you left, and you will be fined a hundred yuan for being late for one minute. ”

Song Qian was reached by Aite twice, and the mobile phone message kept ringing, but he couldn't spare his hand to take out his mobile phone. Although it is only three or four hundred meters away from the bus station to Lingcheng Middle School, the wind direction is not right at this time, it is almost blowing head-on, and the rain is getting heavier and heavier, just a few hundred meters, walking for several minutes.

Song Qian still left ahead of schedule, as for Bao Xiaosong, when he calmed down, the time was already three o'clock.