It's a good thing to have money coming in, probably because of the reward given by Feige. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Qin Fen didn't care, because he had just been bombed by 200 million, and 100,000 yuan was just a drizzle.

While gossiping, Qin Fen sighed that the life situation was really wonderful.

If it weren't for the shelf of the door god, Qin Fen would have some stage fright on such an occasion, at most he would be a little stronger than the rookies of the TV station.

After Huang Ying successfully suppressed a group of people, Qin Fen's good feelings also rose with the tide.

Now, he even feels a little bit of enjoyment.

The leaders are kind and pleasant, the beautiful women are charming and affectionate, and the business talents are gentle and soft-spoken...... This made Qin Fen think a little back to his Ping'an Lane San, where even with the windows closed, he could know what dishes were stir-fried upstairs, and the biggest entertainment was at most to kill a few games of chess under the plane tree in the yard.

Fang Yiwei and He Lingfeng hid in the shadows of the hall, looking at Huang Ying and Qin Fen, who had become the center of the audience, and there were many things churning in their hearts.

Tonight, they originally prepared a lot of programs to deal with Huang Ying and Qin Fen, which was indispensable for Gou Sheng's careful planning. However, before these could be used, people hung a necklace of 200 million yuan and smashed it down, and they didn't dare to do anything.

Fang Yiwei felt that she was not slapped in the face, but was slammed with a stick, and the whole person was a little confused.

There is a wonderful feeling rising in Qin Fen's heart, at this moment, it is a bit exaggerated to say that the stars are holding the moon, but the unattainable characters on weekdays can talk to you on an equal footing, and some even have a hint of flattery, which is very cool.

"Dude, do you want to buy a plate? Newest oh ......"

"Sir, buy a bouquet of roses for your girlfriend."

"Classmate Qin, where did you get rich recently?"

……

Qin Fen's ears are used to hearing these words, and he is not used to hearing anything like "listing" and "venture capital".

If the wine is not drunk, everyone is drunk, Qin Fen has a slight sense of drunkenness, as if he has become one of the listed CEOs and media bosses.

Qin Fen reminded himself in his heart that these were all illusions, he couldn't be so vain, he couldn't be self-righteous, but he still felt a little intoxicated.

Suddenly, Qin Fen struck a spirit, as if someone had suddenly whipped him in the back. Qin Fen didn't wake up, let alone have the consciousness of "everyone is drunk and I am sober", it was he who suddenly remembered the text message just now.

Where did the 100,000 money come from?

It's definitely not Feige rewarding himself, if it's Feige, he will definitely tell himself in advance. As a boss, there is no reason to reward a subordinate without saying a word.

Could it be that George Song gave himself a tip? No, I've already made a payment.

Qin Fen was thinking about it when a dozen or so tall and high-looking girls who looked like models emerged from the door, and walked in their direction under the leadership of an eldest sister who seemed to be an agent.

Soon, the model girls were assigned by the men one by one, ambiguous dance music sounded, and some people danced.

Huang Ying glanced at Qin Fen, and when she saw him stunned, she was secretly annoyed.

These young and beautiful girls are dressed revealingly, and it is not uncommon for Qin Fenlu to look like a pig.

"Lost company." Qin Fen came back to his senses.

What's going on?

Huang Ying saw Qin Fen turn around and leave, but instead of pulling the model to dance, the direction was the bathroom.

Qin Fen walked to the bathroom, took out his mobile phone and looked at the text message carefully.

He finally remembered that it was Mr. Huang Ji's account.

Teacher Huang Ji suffered from uremia and needed kidney replacement surgery, and Qin Fen donated all his savings of 100,000 yuan for three years.

How do I get the money back when I donate?

Qin Fen's forehead was sweating, and his palms were also sweating, so he quickly opened the address book and found the phone number of his classmate Dafeng, who worked in Lin'an People's Hospital.

Da Feng is Qin Fen's high school classmate, majored in clinical medicine at Lin'an Medical University in college, and was assigned to the Department of Obstetrics and Gynecology of Lin'an People's Hospital after graduation.

This time, the head teacher, Mr. Huang, was sick and hospitalized in the People's Hospital, and Dafeng contributed the most.

Mr. Huang's surgery is expensive, and Dafeng also took the lead in setting up a donation account to call on Mr. Huang's past students to donate.

At first, Mr. Huang refused to let him live or die, but in the end, Dafeng persuaded his wife to agree.

"Dafeng, what's the matter, why did Mr. Huang just call me back 100,000?"

"Not only you, but also other students' donations have come back."

"What the hell is going on?" Qin Fen was really a little anxious.

"At ten o'clock in the morning, Mr. Huang and his wife secretly went through the discharge procedures."

"Didn't you say you'd find the ** soon?" Qin Fen's voice couldn't help but get a little louder.

"The chief doctor of the urology department told me yesterday that he had found a completely successful match******** and that was a good thing." Qin Fen was very puzzled.

Three months ago, Qin Fen went to Lin'an Mansion to see Teacher Huang.

In the hospital, he and four other classmates secretly went to do matching.

Qin Fen sat on a chair in the hospital corridor for an hour waiting for the results, and his mood was very complicated, one moment he hoped that his matching would be successful, and the other he hoped that the matching would not be successful.

In the end, the hope of a successful match gradually took over.

I'm still young, do I really want to donate a kidney to my teacher? One less won't affect any happiness in the future.

When the results were about to come out, Qin Fen's back was even sweating.

When the doctor told him that the matching was unsuccessful, Qin Fen secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Because of this, Qin Fen donated 100,000 yuan at once after returning to Songjiang Mansion.

Hu Li had an opinion with Qin Fen about this, not because she didn't agree with Qin Fen doing this, but because she hoped that he could ask her when he did this.

How did Hu Li know that Qin Fen was guilty in her heart.

"Yes, I don't know what's going on, now I call Mr. Huang, and he doesn't answer, I'm really anxious." Da Feng's voice was a little anxious.

"Did you mobilize your classmates to go and find it together?"

"I've already said it in the group, and the classmates who stayed in Chun'an Mansion are now starting to look for them."

"Oh, that's good." Qin Fen breathed a sigh of relief.

When Mr. Huang and his wife left Lin'an Mansion, it is very likely that they will return to Chun'an Mansion.

Two key places, one is Mr. Huang's dormitory in Chun'an No. 2 Middle School, and the other is Chun'an People's Hospital.

After hanging up the phone, Qin Fen's wonderful feeling of complacency in the banquet hall just now was gone.

What the hell is going on?

Qin Fen felt guilty in his heart, for more than a month, he hadn't made a single phone call to Teacher Huang, and he didn't worry about how Teacher Huang's condition was.

Because of the idea of "unsuccessful matching", Qin Fen subconsciously didn't think about Teacher Huang. 100,000 yuan is like paying off all the past kindness, and then it doesn't matter.

Qin Fen felt that his cheeks were hot, as if he had been slapped in the face.

"Don't come to see me, you have to work now."

"Work well, the teacher is happier than anything else."

Mr. Huang's words are still in my ears.

Some teachers are just classroom teachers, while others can be called "teachers".