too rich what to do

Chapter 201 Teacher Ma, how much money do you have?
They didn't care about one or two, but they didn't expect that in just an instant, there were more than 40 rich second generations present, and none of them was left behind. Anyone who could participate basically stood up.

Just when the group of investment directors were shocked by An Ran's connections, another voice rang out:
"Well, I'm sorry, I called my dad just now, and Mr. Hema decided to settle in Gita."

Ma Xiaofan raised his phone and said with a chuckle: "Well, what my dad said, An Ran is an excellent entrepreneur and possesses the excellent qualities that a qualified entrepreneur should have, so he supports An Ran, um—by the way, my dad's surname is horse!"

Directors of investment promotion: ⊙●⊙

who am I?
Where am I?

Mr. Hippo named Ma?That e-commerce guy came to the industry to join in the fun?Just to join in the fun, but come to join in the fun with them?

Life is already so difficult, one future richest man in Asia is enough, and then a group of rich second generations come,

Well, let's forget about these rich second generations, Nima, shouldn't the current richest man regard the future richest man as his opponent?
Excellent entrepreneur?

I am excellent you ghost!

At the side, Pu Zhiyu was stunned. The main purpose of her visit to China this time was to get in touch with An Ran, and then find a way to cooperate, preferably with strong artificial intelligence.

And the second purpose is to get in touch with the richest horse man, but this contact has just begun, well, it should not have started yet,
Let alone offending An Ran, she obviously didn't have to think about the other one.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and the more angry he became, the more he wanted to hit someone, so Pu Zhiyu couldn't hold back, walked up to Pu Zhien and gave him two loud slaps.

An Ran looked at the suffering Pu Zhien and was a little speechless. To be honest, this guy was really miserable. Revenge, but——
Pu Zhien can also be confused when he is beaten. In fact, he really wants to ask this sister, is she here to avenge him, or is she here to find a chance to beat him?

However, he still has a natural fear of this sister in his heart, so even if he is beaten, he must immediately stand at attention.

After beating Park Zhien, Park Zhiyu felt a little pain in his hand, but he felt better and had an idea.

Then he took a deep breath, continued to walk in front of An Ran, and said with a very gentle smile: "Mr. An, and this Mr. Ma, you two can directly tell me what conditions you have. If you can do it, Zhiyu will definitely not." I will refuse, and I can compensate Ms. He 1000 million RMB as an apology."

Hearing this, Ma Xiaofan shrugged his shoulders, then glanced at An Ran, and signaled himself to listen to An Ran.

But An Ran thought for a while and said, "Well, I won't make things difficult for you, since you want to use money to solve the problem, then you can increase the amount by five times.
Donate fifty Hope Primary Schools in China in the name of He Lulu, remember that it is in the name of He Lulu, and there should be no hint or express about your country,
And from now on, you and your younger brother are not allowed to enter China! "

"No——" Park Zhiyu refused without thinking.

"Then there's nothing to talk about!" An Ran said calmly.

"No, Mr. An, I can use Ms. He's name to contribute [-] million yuan and donate [-] Hope Primary Schools, but I hope Mr. An will remove the last condition!" Park Zhiyu said immediately.

An Ran glanced at Pu Zhiyu indifferently, and said expressionlessly: "I asked you to donate in the name of He Lulu. This is an apology for your behavior just now, and I didn't want someone who is hostile to China to set foot on the territory of China. , as for the [-] million you said—"

An Ran looked at Ma Xiaofan, curled her lips and asked, "Do you think I look like someone short of money?"

Ma Xiaofan immediately laughed when he heard that: "One hundred million to send a beggar, we are people with status, will we take one hundred million in our eyes?"

The corners of the rich second generations standing behind An Ran and Ma Xiaofan twitched, and some of the second generations who knew about Ma Xiaofan's reason for enrolling had no shame in looking at Ma Xiaofan.

We don't pretend to be aggressive, and we don't know this bully.

An Ran gave Ma Xiaofan a thumbs up, he is like the son that Teacher Ma taught him.

And Pu Zhiyu's little face flushed with anger——
Why don't you reward a beggar with [-] million yuan to try?

My heart is angry, but I can't turn my face,
Pu Zhiyu could only say: "Mr. An, [-] million is already a lot, I think——"

Before she could finish her sentence, An Ran raised her hand and made a quiet gesture, then flipped through her phone, opened Alipay, found the love donation option inside, and opened——
There are many donation items here, but each one is only as small as tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands, and as large as several million. After An Ran ordered a few and directly donated, gradually some Muggles became involved. There are too many types of donations. Obviously can't finish it in a while.

After thinking about it, he touched Ma Xiaofan and said, "Call your dad and tell him that I want to donate one billion to his love donation!"

Ma Xiaofan was stunned when he heard the words, and then looked at An Ran stupidly, until An Ran kicked him lightly: "What are you doing in a daze, call!"

Ma Xiaofan: "——"

You are a real cow!
He admired An Ran more and more, not to mention anything else, in terms of his attitude towards money,
Before he met An Ran, he never thought that he would feel poor one day,
However, after meeting An Ran, he really realized what poverty is, and then he entered the Modu International Etiquette School for a little pocket money.

A thought rose in his inexplicable heart: "My dad may be just a poor man in his eyes, um—at most, he can be regarded as a small local tyrant—"

Opening his mouth and keeping his mouth shut is one billion units, so his father can only be so capricious occasionally.

Otherwise, the more than 2000 billion yuan is not enough to squander, isn't it——
Feeling like a poor man, Ma Xiaofan didn't speak, but silently took out his mobile phone, and then found Teacher Ma's number again and called.

As soon as the phone was connected, he said, "Dad, An Ran wants to donate one billion to you——"

There seemed to be some silence on the other side of the phone, An Ran couldn't help touching Ma Xiaofan again and said speechlessly: "Who donated to your father, will you talk? No, I'll come!"

Ma Xiaofan immediately gave the call to An Ran, and An Ran answered the phone without politeness and said, "That's right, Uncle Ma, I want to donate one billion to the love donation on Alipay, but the operation is too cumbersome, so I want to make a donation." You help me--"

The other end of the phone was still silent this time, but he still said quickly: "Okay, I will inform you. By the way, I want to meet with you recently. Do you have time?"

An Ran grinned when she heard the words: "Uncle Ma is too polite, I'm your fan, I have time anytime, and I don't have to manage as many companies as you do, I'm actually just a salted fish now!"

The other side smiled and said: "I always thought that our thoughts were very similar, so I always wanted to meet you. Now it seems that it is true. I actually want to be a salted fish. It's a pity that Xiaofan can't inherit it. My chanting--"

Teacher Ma still pays for money?

An Ran blinked her eyes when she heard the words, and suddenly asked curiously: "Well, Uncle Ma, let me ask you a question, about your own money, what is the current quota?"

(End of this chapter)