At noon, a piece of news dominated the headlines of major news in Donghai City.
The mysterious man donated two million to Xiangyang Primary School in the urban village Zhang Yang was eating noodles and shredded potatoes at a mom-and-pop restaurant on the side of the road, while an old model TV hanging on the wall was broadcasting reporters' interviews with the principal.
"Mr.
Headmaster, do you know this so-called Mr.
Bitter?"
The principal shook his head: "I don't know who this generous Mr.
Kuqiu is, but anyway, thanks to Mr.
Kuqiu's donation, our Xiangyang Primary School in the urban village has been able to continue its intensive training and operation, and hundreds of students in the school have been able to continue their education, and I thank you on behalf of all the students."
The camera then cuts to hundreds of students behind the principal.
"Thank you, Mr.
Bitter" Zhang Yang almost choked to death from a mouthful of noodles.
"Damn, if I knew that the school took this matter so seriously, I would have changed it to a better name."
Looking at the cute elementary school students on TV thanking Mr.
Kuqiu in unison, this picture looks touching and funny.
"Alas, you have two million, and I'm almost penniless now, it's really a windfall, and it comes and goes quickly."
Zhang Yang smiled bitterly, put twenty yuan on the table, and turned around and left the restaurant.
Zhang Yang has always been lazy, after eating a full meal, facing the warm sunshine, a wave of tiredness suddenly hit.
"Whatever, one day is a day, the boat will naturally go straight to the bridge, go back to sleep first."
Zhang Yang yawned, left all the things about finding a job and making money, and rushed all the way back to his small dilapidated house in the urban village to take a nap.
Although Zhang Yang didn't have any major activities for the time being, Zhang Yang's bar suddenly became lively again.
"Who is so generous, Zhang Hand is two million thrown out, donated to such a dilapidated elementary school."
"Damn, that's my alma mater, I don't allow you to say that about her" "Strange, how do I feel that these two million are donated by Zhang Yang" "Nonsense, Zhang Yang is just a poor dick, wearing so tattered, how can there be two million" "That's not necessarily, I heard my friends in the Yimeixiu community say that Zhang Yang seems to have gotten two million from there.
At first, I thought he was blackmailing, but it turned out that he was robbing the rich and helping the poor, I admire him so much."
"Really, when I heard you say this, I feel that it was also Zhang Yang's donation of these two million, and these recent things have happened near urban villages, maybe it may not be really Zhang Yang's donation."
The discussion among netizens became more and more intense, but soon, most people reached a consensus that the two million donations received by Xiangyang Primary School in the urban village were inseparable from Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang didn't know how long he had been asleep, and was suddenly awakened by a violent knock on the door.
Getting up and rubbing his sleepy eyes, a few beams of sunlight shone through the holes in the tattered curtains, and it seemed that it was still afternoon.
"Damn, don't charter the wife to collect the rent" Zhang Yang counted the money left on his body, and after paying the rent, it was only enough for his expenses for three days.
When Zhang Yang, who was used to salted fish, thought of doing all kinds of work he didn't like in three days, it was a big headache.
"Come on, don't knock, this door is not strong, knock it is yours" Opening the door, Zhang Yang was thinking about how to ask the charter wife to forgive his rent for a few more days, when suddenly a large number of cameras and microphones came up, and one flash after another came, making Zhang Yang, who was already stimulated by the sun, unable to open his eyes, unable to see anything clearly.
"May I ask if you are Mr.
Zhang Yang?"
"It's me, you're not a charter wife," Zhang Yang said while covering his eyes.
"Mr.
Zhang, did you donate the two million donations from Xiangyang Primary School in the urban village?"
Zhang Yang suddenly became energetic, it turned out that a group of reporters came to praise his great achievements.
Zhang Yang was suddenly tired, his face was full of smiles, and he just wanted to admit it, when suddenly the voice of the system came to his head again.
"I advise you not to admit it, or you'll bring bad luck on yourself."
Zhang Yang then remembered that the previous system reminded him that he couldn't let these two million directly benefit him, and the fame he earned was naturally counted.
Looking up at the crumbling light bulb above his head, Zhang Yang secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said negatively: "What two million, I don't understand what you're talking about" "Mr.
Zhang, don't be modest, netizens say that these two million were donated by you under a pseudonym.
You live in such a dilapidated house and do such a generous charity, Mr.
Zhang is really a role model for contemporary young people."
"You are the bitter force, your whole family is hard" In the face of the reporters' constant interrogation, Zhang Yang always denied it, and finally closed the door unceremoniously, allowing the reporters to make noise outside.
The live broadcast of the interview with Zhang Yang was transmitted to the Internet, although Zhang Yang refused to admit it, most netizens thought that Zhang Yang was modest, and after a while, Zhang Yang got a small amount of bad luck.
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"I'll go, so that I can also gain believers," Zhang Yang said with a look of surprise.
"Maybe they think you really think you're the reincarnation of a broom star, and you don't necessarily go down to save the world."
"I made it clear that the two million had nothing to do with me, but they still insisted that I was the bitter man, and this would not bring me bad luck," Zhang Yang worried.
"It doesn't matter, because it's not controlled by the host's will, so the host won't be hit by bad luck."
"That's good, that's good."
As soon as he said this, Zhang Yang suddenly thought of a good idea.
"Then I will resolutely refuse to admit it when I do similar things in the future, but I just let others know that I did this by knocking on the side, wouldn't it be beautiful" Zhang Yang said excitedly.
"Stinky boy, I actually learned to take advantage of the loopholes in the system, and my children can be taught."
At the same time, Pang Yunsheng was also watching the live broadcast.
"Bastard" Pang Yunsheng smashed the wine glass in his hand violently, and said viciously: "I thought you kid had some background and power, even the police couldn't touch you, it turned out to be a poor ghost."
Pang Yunsheng snorted coldly, dissipated his anger, and called one of his subordinates.
"Spread the word, whoever can ask for the life of this stinky boy who publicized it, I will reward him with 20 million":