PS: I'm sorry, I've been very busy with the inspection recently, and I didn't send it and corrected the typos after writing, I'm sorry for everyone spending money to watch, I'm sorry here, and I'll pay more attention in the future!

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Monument of Merit!

Three words raised the donation activity to a higher level.

It means that today's donors will be praised and appreciated by the descendants of Wanling Village from generation to generation.

"Exciting, I've never done anything so exciting in my life!"

"If the old man knows that I donated money, why don't you praise me?"

"Looks like I'm going to make a name for myself!"

"I've found another opportunity to ask my family for money!"

The minds of those sitting there are different, but they have one thing in common, they want to leave their own great names on the merit tablet.

In case there is a chance to come to Wanling Village once in the future, when the time comes, you can point to your name on the merit tablet and sigh: "Hey, this is the most correct decision I have made in my life." ”

Most people can't live anymore.

"Director Zhang, don't be verbose, let's start directly!"

"Yes, yes, how to donate?"

Kong Zhishu moved a donation box from the back.

"Hey, how do I feel that Director Zhang is ready for everything?" said a girl cutely.

The person sitting next to her happened to be Zhang Hao's fan sister, and she felt uncomfortable when she heard this, and pouted, "You are talking nonsense, Director Zhang can't be biased towards our money, do you know the payment behind him?"

Do you know his sadness?

Let you come to the ravine with you, will you be able to do it?......"

A series of questions left people speechless.

Zhang Hao presided over with a loudspeaker: "Let's start now, from the first table to the back!"

Confucius moved a table to record by the side, and when the time came, all the names recorded would be on the merit tablet.

The first girl stepped forward and took out five hundred yuan from her handbag and threw it in.

The villagers burst into thunderous applause.

The second man rummaged through the leather bag twice, took it out and shook it, it was a thick stack, there were thousands of pieces, and he threw it into the donation box sideways, without even looking at it.

Next came up the literary and artistic young man who had just proposed a donation to Zhang Hao, holding a stack of 100 yuan bills in his hand, very neat, at least more than 10,000 yuan.

Zhang Hao said: "Thank you!"

"Give your due, Director Zhang is polite. ”

Kong Zhishu asked, "What's your name?"

He waved his sleeves away, did not answer, and hid his merit and fame.

This is very similar to Zhang Hao himself.

The man who came up in the back was aiming at the 12 zodiac decouts.

I walked up to the donation box, looked left and right, and sighed: "The box seems to be a little small!"

When the tourists heard this, they were happy and began to coax.

"Come on, local tyrants!"

The man smiled: "I'll donate 100,000!"

The voice was extremely loud, and Zhang Hao was shocked.

He continued: "Director Zhang, you give me Murakami's account number, and I will transfer the money directly!"

Zhang Hao was stunned for a moment and nodded, "Oh, okay!"

The man himself took a pen and wrote his name in a notebook.

"Director Zhang, can you give me that paper-cut picture of the rabbit?"

"Of course!" Zhang Hao personally handed him the papercut.

He proudly took the paper-cut and walked down, enjoying everyone's praise and applause.

Zhang Hao thought that 100,000 yuan was already the highest amount of today's donation activity.

Then a royal sister in a suit took over, stretched out her hand and said, "I donate 150,000 yuan to that chicken!"

Wow...... Oh......

There was another burst of exclamation.

I all know that the Lord who came today is a rich man, but I didn't expect to be so generous, and in the eyes of others, their posture of sprinkling money is so chic.

Exciting, really exciting.

Zhang Hao held the chicken Xiao paper-cut and sent it to the royal sister.

Sister Yu wants a hug, can Zhang Hao not give it?

Hold it tightly.

I felt that my chest was pressed against two balls of soft cotton, and it was still very elastic.

"Director Zhang, I admire you very much!" Finally, a word of praise was sent.

Zhang Hao bent down slightly and shook his hand, saying thank you!

The donations went on and calmed down a bit.

One hundred and two hundred, one thousand and two thousand put it in the box.

When he arrived at the tenth table, a calm middle-aged man walked to Zhang Hao's side with a smile.

"Director Zhang, hello!"

"Hello!"

The two shook hands.

The man didn't make a big deal of it, borrowed the pen in Kong Zhishu's hand, and wrote an astonishing figure: "500,000 yuan!"

Zhang Hao suddenly opened his mouth wide, and he was on par with Ran Changmin.

The middle-aged man's signature is: "All employees of Xinye Electronic Technology Co., Ltd."

I see!

It's the CEO of the company, no wonder!

Assign the eternal work to the employees, such a boss is worth following, the most important thing is that he is low-key and silent.

"Director Zhang, I hope that in a few decades, the name of Xinye will still be on the market, and it can be regarded as receiving the aura of your Wanling Village!"

"Must be!"

In the current market, no one can say clearly, and the current boss may want to pray for his company!

"Lend you good words!" The man smiled and said, "Director Zhang, I belong to the dragon, my son belongs to the tiger, and my wife belongs to the horse, can I take these three paper cuts?"

"Of course!" Zhang Hao handed him three paper cutouts.

The two shook hands again.

There was immediately a commotion below.

Three cutouts?

How much do you have to donate?

Silent, invisible rich man.

It's all talking and conjecture.

"Director Zhang, how much money did you donate just now?" asked the man who took the rabbit.

"A staggering number!" Zhang Hao respected his decision and did not make the money public.

The woman next to her smiled: "You're still awesome, haven't you been slapped in the face?"

The man didn't feel embarrassed, anyway, he donated more than the vast majority of people here, and he was already satisfied.

The donation activity did not end until one o'clock, and there was no big number after 500,000, but there were a few 30,000 or 20,000.

According to the agreement, Zhang Hao sent the rest of the zodiac paper-cuts separately.

Tourists touch the exquisite paper cuts and can't put them down.

After donating, Zhang Guihua took the loudspeaker and said: "Next, I will take you to visit Wanling Village.

If you don't want to go more, you can stay here and bask in the sun!"

After speaking, the villagers moved a few mahjong machines.

"Yo, there is also a mahjong machine, it's not bad to play an open-air mahjong!"

"Three are missing one, who wants to come!"

Twenty or thirty people went directly around mahjong.

The rest of the tourists heard that Wanling Mountain is beautiful and the fairy water is magical, and they all want to go and see it, and Zhang Guihua leads the way, and they go there.

He was accompanied by three security guards, and several local villagers ensured the safety of the villagers.

Zhang Hao finally said: "At four o'clock, gather in the cultural square, there are more interesting activities waiting for everyone!"

"Okay, Director Zhang!" The people answered.

Zhang Hao turned around and asked Secretary Kong: "How much money did you donate in total?"

"The cash is 220,000, and 900,000 are transferred, and a total of 128 people and units participate in the donation!" Kong Zhishu said.

"It's all rich people, beyond my expectations!" Zhang Hao said with a smile.

At this time, Wang Tong shouted lollipop in his mouth and ran over with his friends.

The group shouted: "Uncle Zhang!" , very affectionate, warm to the heart!