Xiao Yao made such a phone call, and Deng Qinsheng was not a fool. What kind of favor do you owe? Don't you want Huahua Media to withdraw from the competition for C-5 plots?

Carried away by love, Deng Qinsheng is not enough.

Lot C-5 is located in the north of Lingcheng City, surrounded by natural waters. Although it is now considered a slum area in Lingcheng, according to the city's plan, in the next five years, a wetland park with an area of more than 6 square kilometers will be built in that area, which is almost the size of West Lake.

Not many people know about this news, and the area is too complicated, so there are not many interested companies in the C-5 plot that is planned to be auctioned and listed a month later.

As the largest real estate developer in Lingcheng, Shaw Real Estate has made enough money, and it is time for Huahua Media to get a piece of the pie......

Deng Qinsheng looked at the information in his hand, and became more and more impatient about the C-5 plot.

"!"

remembered that Cao Ning's live broadcast was only half watched, so he hurriedly logged in again.

"The third cool and healthy way, as everyone must have guessed, is naturally Papapa!" Cao Ning continued, "Papapao twice a week, which is equivalent to jogging for more than 20 minutes in a row. In addition, orgasms can prompt the brain to secrete healthy hormones, reducing your mortality rate by about 50% and increasing your life expectancy by 8 years. ”

"Brush—"

[Level 52 user love saint presents anchor angel Mo Mo Da × 1×2×3......×10000]

Cao Ning glanced at the 10,000 angels sent by Deng Qinsheng, completely unfazed. However, it was politely thanked: "Thank you, the angel of love, for strawberry jam, one is the same as ten thousand." That's all for today's live broadcast, I'm Strawberry Jam, an intellectual woman with explosive appearance. ”

Subsequently, the barrage was also unfazed, and it seemed that what this local tyrant sent was really just an angel, not 10,000 worth of 140,000.

After all, the first time someone did this, it was inhumane, and the same thing that was done afterwards was that many people were stupid. Even the anchor said that sending one is the same as sending 10,000!

……

Cao Ning, who ended the live broadcast, was in a good mood. Although most of today's gifts were given by Xiao Yao and Deng Qinsheng, after all, they were all money, and with this money, she would be able to carry it to the end with her father.

And these gifts also made her successfully ranked first on the gift list, leaving the second orange far behind.

"Miss Ben has a treat for dinner ...... night"

Cao Ning rushed out of the room and was about to send an invitation to Song Qian, but suddenly found that the living room was dark, and the door of Song Qian's room was open, and it was also dark.

What about people?

Saying that, Song Qian at this time, just walked out of the Rose Garden Community, stopped a taxi, and went to the place where Yuan Zixin told him in the afternoon, and he might find Yuan Jianguo's place.

The further north you go, the narrower the road becomes, and there are hardly any high-rise buildings over 20 floors on either side of the road, and more houses built in the 80s or earlier.

In the past 20 years, the city has been expanding to the east and south, with wider roads and taller houses, but the population density is getting smaller and smaller. It is often a villa covering an area of one and a half acres, where a family of three lives, plus a nanny and a dog.

Unlike the old Cheng District, which is crowded with people, it is often a small house of 60 square meters, squeezed into three generations. The dining table was cleaned up for the children to do their homework, and when they ran out, they had to be put away to make room for a folding bed.

Song Qian sat in the taxi, looking at the street lamps that were receding one by one, the lampshades had long been yellowed and blackened, and a swarm of mosquitoes and flies surrounded them became the only thing alive.

Indeed, it was half past ten at this moment, and most of the manual laborers, who were busy during the day, had fallen asleep at this time. In addition, there is no night show in the north of the city, so it is naturally not lively.

"Master, stop, stop!"

Song Qian suddenly caught a glimpse of a sign and hurriedly stopped the taxi driver.

Seongbuk Welfare Institute. These five words would have been invisible at night, but now they are particularly eye-catching because the headlights of one car happen to shine.

Song Qian remembered watching the news today, and the big loser of Huatai Bank donated air conditioners or something to several welfare institutes, and it seems that there were also Chengbei Welfare Institutes, right? Moreover, if I am not mistaken, the last time I bought vegetables in the vegetable market, I also bought a large handful of roses with a little girl, and that little girl was also from the Chengbei Welfare Institute.

Today's scattered wealth is still 300,000 yuan, I don't know if it is okay to donate it to the welfare home?

It is said that the car that happened to be parked at the entrance of the Chengbei Welfare Institute was also a taxi, and the driver was taking out two large bags of things from the car and walking towards the doorman.

"Hey, old money, you're here to deliver bread again?"

The taxi driver carrying Song Qian obviously knew the driver, and stuck his head out of the window and shouted.

The driver turned back.

Belch!

It's really a coincidence, this person Song Qian also knows, isn't it the driver who drove him to the East Paris Western Restaurant twice, and made himself realize the true meaning of scattering wealth in one sentence? Song Qian remembered that he had seen his image plate, and his name should be Qian Hanmin.

Today is Wednesday, Qian Hanmin takes his turn to drive the night train every Monday and Wednesday, and every time he drives the night train, he will go to the Chengbei Welfare Institute, and if it is nothing, he will send two bags of bread to improve the food for the children and the elderly here.

When Qian Hanmin heard someone call him, he looked back and saw that it was his buddy pony. Huh? And ......

"God of Wealth?" Qian Hanmin blurted out.

Song Qian raised his forehead when he heard this, then opened the door and got out of the car and walked over: "Don't call me God of Wealth, just call me Xiao Song." ”

"Oh yes!" Qian Hanmin patted his head and said, "The 10,000 yuan you gave me last time, I donated it to this welfare home the next day, do you want to verify it?"

"No, no!" Song Qian waved his hand again and again. What is 10,000 yuan, he wants to donate 300,000 yuan at this time.

While talking, Qian Hanmin had already arrived at the doorman with two bags of bread.

Uncle Janitor, an old man in his sixties, is actually the director of the Chengbei Welfare Institute, of course, as a non-public institution, the president is a self-appointed official.

The old man was accustomed to this time of the week, and this driver came to deliver bread, and he was waiting there with the door open. At the same time, there were two people, a man and a woman, but they hid behind a high cabinet and completely hid their figures.

"Dean, it's hot now, the bread must be put in the refrigerator, otherwise it will be bad. If the previous freezer is not good, I will change it and send a new one. Qian Hanmin explained while handing over the bread.

Because of the deliberate hiding of the two, and Qian Hanmin had only been focusing on talking to the old man, he didn't notice that there was anyone in the room at all.

Song Qian too.

"I'll just look at the old man at the door, don't always call me Dean. The old man again emphasized this which he had emphasized countless times, and then said happily, "The new freezer has been bought, and you will use the money you donated the day before yesterday." ”

"Oh!" Qian Hanmin sighed, "Dean, you misunderstood, this money is not mine, it was donated by this boss." He's a good man. As he spoke, he pushed Song Qian forward.

"Really?!" exclaimed the old man, "there are so few low-key people doing good deeds nowadays, and I thought that you were the only one left, master." ”

For example, this afternoon, Huatai Bank sent 100 air conditioners, and the battle was so big, banners, streamers, and media reports estimated that the cost of the battle exceeded the value of the air conditioner.

Besides, what's the use of just having an air conditioner? No money for installation? No money for electricity? Not even an electric fan yet, isn't it a waste of money to send an air conditioner?