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"Thank you, thank you so much!" said the woman, looking excited.

Ye An smiled and waved his hand, "It's just a little careful." ”

After continuing to say a few polite words, Ye An and Zhao Teng left.

Glancing at the barrage in the live broadcast room, Ye An knew that now was the time to strike while the iron was hot.

After sorting out his thoughts, Ye An began to say: "You must have seen the backwardness of this village, to be honest, there are many such villages, and there are several equally poor villages under this town alone. ”

"And the whole county, even the whole province, those places that we know or don't know, there will never be a shortage of such places. ”

After a pause, Ye An pondered his tone and said, "So, I plan to set up a poverty alleviation foundation. ”

"So if any of you want to donate some money, you can donate through my foundation. As soon as Ye An finished speaking, countless barrages swiped on the screen.

"Yes, Mr. An, this can be had!"

"When the fund is established, I will definitely donate!"

"Can I book 100,000 in advance?"

"Can I donate a wave in advance?"

Looking at these sailors clamoring for donations, Ye An smiled with relief and said, "Since the foundation has not yet been officially established, if you are a little impatient, you can transfer the money to my account first, and I will donate all the money you beat me to the villagers here." ”

As soon as Ye An's words came out, a bunch of questioning voices suddenly appeared on the barrage.

"Mr. An is a good routine!"

"Mr. An shouldn't be taking the opportunity to make a lot of money, right?"

"In the name of charity, secretly collecting money?"

“66666！”

"Can't you see that Mr. An still has such a skill?"

"Let's put all the money into his account, and who knows how much he won't do?"

"It's like, even if people swallow all the money, we don't know, right?"

In the face of the deliberate troublemaking of these black fans, some loyal fans quickly fought back.

"Are you SB and will always care about the money you donate?"

"Mr. An is worth hundreds of millions, okay? Just your hundreds of thousands, don't you bother to give people a look!"

"That's it, can you stop coming out and being embarrassed!"

"I dare to say that Mr. An will make money, I just laughed to death!"

Looking at the war of words between the two water armies on the screen, Ye An couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

In the past few years, people have come out to scold everything they do.

Men are scolded as white-collar workers, women are scolded as white-collar workers and are scolded as juniors, customers are scolded for doing sales, leaders are scolded for being front deskers, they are scolded by partners when they go out to talk about business, and they are scolded by their families when they sleep at home.

I was scolded by my peers for doing well, and I was scolded by my boss for not doing well.

was scolded by the audience for starting a live broadcast, and scolded by readers for writing a novel......

In all walks of life, it seems that a life that has not been scolded by others is not a complete life.

Ye An, who has experience in the previous life, naturally does not care about these viewers in the live broadcast room.

After all, there are many things, no matter how good they are, there will be people who can't get used to it.

Just like those directors, no matter how well their movies are made, no matter how many people like them, there will always be some audiences who don't like them, and they will maliciously slander them with private emotions.

This is true for writers, and it is also true for anchors.

This is true for most industries in the world.

Seeing that there were more and more fans supporting him in the live broadcast room, Ye An thought about it and sent one of his Alipay accounts.

After all, for the task of donating 10 million, Ye An doesn't know how much funding he can get, so he needs to find out the bottom of his fans in advance.

If the actual donation amount is too bad for his ideals, Ye An also needs to go to the neighboring village to find some more touching scenes to win the sympathy of the audience.

After hanging his Alipay number on the bottom right of the screen, Ye An continued to walk towards another house.

After all, if you want to get more funding from the audience, Ye An knows that you have to give them something stimulating.

Thinking of this, Ye An looked at Zhao Teng and asked, "Teacher Zhao, you can take me directly to the poorest household in the village." ”

Hearing this, Zhao Teng glanced at Ye An with some surprise, then nodded and said, "Okay." ”

The two of them came to a house.

A thatched house, to be exact.

The houses are made of twigs and bamboo, and the cracks in the walls are covered with countless cow dung.

Pushing open a dilapidated wooden door, the room was very dark, and suddenly entering a very dark place from a brightly lit place, Ye An and Zhao Teng were a little uncomfortable for a while.

There was a pungent smell in the air, as if it smelled of cow dung, and there was a faint smell of something.

After getting used to it for a while, Ye An saw the situation in the house clearly.

On the left is a cattle pen, with cow dung scattered on the weeds, and Ye An can faintly see an old cow tied there.

On the right side is where people live, the light in the house is too dim, Zhao Teng turned on the mobile phone lighting, and Ye An saw clearly what kind of scene was in front of him.

In the corner of the wall, there is a wooden board more than one meter wide, which is placed on top of the four stacks of heads, and a quilt is placed on the wooden board.

If Ye An expected it was not bad, this should be the so-called bed.

With the light of his mobile phone, Ye An looked elsewhere.

In the center of the room, there were three bricks, on top of which was a dilapidated iron pot, and there were still gray-white ashes left underneath, and it was obvious that this was their stove.

Looking around, there is not a table, let alone a bench.

Ye An's heart sank inexplicably.

If he was still a little shocked by the situation of the previous household, then the household in front of him at this time could no longer be described as shocked.

If you have to describe it, Ye An thinks it should be a thriller.

What an ancient way of life for humans and animals to live together, I didn't expect it to be staged again in modern society.

The houses of other people in the village were still mud houses, but this one in front of him was just a thatched house, Ye An couldn't help but look at the roof, he knew that such a house was the most afraid of rain.

He couldn't imagine how the family would have lived when it rained.

There wasn't even a basin in the house, and there wasn't even a container for water when it was leaking.

It's a plank bed without a mattress all year round, and it's okay in summer, but what about winter?

Especially now that this season, the cold winter is coming, and Ye An has some difficulty imagining the life of this family.

He couldn't imagine how a family could keep each other warm when they were huddled together on a bed with only one quilt.

Smelling some of the smells in the air that were so stinky that they were even pungent, Ye An frowned slightly.

Look at the only pot in their room.

However, the moment he opened the lid of the pot, Ye An was stunned.