Reborn wealth distribution system

Chapter 233 The Crazy Money-Making Mr. An (seeking a monthly ticket)
Hearing Zhao Teng's words, the woman wiped her hands and took the money.

"Thank you, thank you so much!" The woman thanked with an excited expression.

Ye An waved his hands with a smile, and said, "It's just a little care."

After a few more polite words, Ye An and Zhao Teng left.

Looking 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. There are several poor villages just under this town."

"As for the entire county, or even the entire province, there will never be fewer places like this that we know or don't know."

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

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

"Yes, Mr. An, you can have this!"

"After the foundation is established, I will definitely donate!"

"Can I reserve 10 in advance?"

"Can I donate a wave in advance?"

Looking at these water friends clamoring for donations, Ye An smiled happily and said: "Since the foundation has not been officially established yet, if you are impatient, you can transfer the money to my account first. , I will donate all the money you paid me for beating me to the villagers here."

As soon as Ye An said this, a bunch of questioning voices appeared on the bullet screen.

"Boss An has a good trick!"

"Could Mr. An take the opportunity to make a fortune?"

"Amassing money secretly in the name of charity?"

"66666!"

"I don't see that Boss An still has such a skill?"

"Let's put all the money into his account, who knows how much he donated?"

"That is, even if they embezzle all the money for themselves, we don't know it, do we?"

Faced with the deliberate troubles of these black fans, some loyal fans quickly fought back.

"Are you SB? An always cares about the money you donate?"

"Boss An is worth hundreds of millions, okay? With your hundreds of thousands, no one else would even bother to look at it!"

"That's right, can you not come out and make a fool of yourself!"

"How dare you say that Ann will always make money, it makes me laugh to death!"

Seeing the war of words between the two naval forces on the screen, Ye An couldn't help but smile a little.

These days, no matter what you do, someone will come out and scold you.

Men who are white-collar workers are scolded for flattering, women who are white-collar workers are scolded for being mistresses, customers are scolded for doing sales, leaders scold for being the front desk, partners scold for going out to discuss business, and family scolds for sleeping at home.

If you do well, you will be scolded by your peers, and if you don't do well, you will be scolded by your boss.

I was scolded by the audience for broadcasting live broadcasts, and scolded by readers for writing novels...

In all walks of life, it seems that a life without being scolded is not a complete life.

Ye An, who had experience in the previous life, naturally wouldn't care about these viewers in the live broadcast room.

After all, there are many things, no matter how well you do it, there will be people who can't understand 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 in the end, and maliciously slander them with their own emotions.

This is true for writers, and so is for anchors.

This is true of most industries in the world.

Seeing more and more fans supporting him in the live broadcast room, Ye An thought for a while and posted one of his Alipay accounts.

After all, for the task of donating 1000 million yuan, Ye An didn't know how much funding he could get, so he needed to find out about the fans in advance.

If the actual amount of donations is too far from his ideal, Ye An needs to go to the neighboring villages to find some more touching scenes, so as 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 he wanted to get more support from the audience, Ye An knew that he had to give them something exciting.

Thinking of this, Ye An looked at Zhao Teng and asked, "Mr. Zhao, just take me to the poorest household in the village."

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

The two came to a house.

To be precise, it is a thatched house.

The house was built with branches and bamboo pieces, and countless cow dung was wiped in the cracks of the walls.

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

There was a pungent smell in the air, like the smell of cow dung, and there was also a faint smell of stink.

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

On the left is the cow pen, with cow dung scattered on the weeds, Ye An could faintly see an old cow tethered there.

The right side is the place where people live, the light inside the house is too dark, Zhao Teng turned on the phone light, and Ye An can see clearly what kind of scene is in front of him.

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

If Ye An's expectations are not bad, this should be the so-called bed.

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

In the center of the room, there were three bricks with a dilapidated iron pot on top, and there was still grayish white ash under it. Obviously, this should be their stove.

Looking around, there is no table, let alone a bench.

Ye An's heart sank inexplicably.

If he was still a little shocked by the situation of the last household, then the household in front of him can no longer be described as shocked.

If he had to describe it, Ye An thought it should be horror.

What an ancient way of life, people and animals live in the same room. Unexpectedly, it is re-enacted in modern society.

The houses of other people in the village are still mud-brick houses, but this one is just a thatched house. Ye An couldn't help turning his eyes to the roof. He knew that such a house is most afraid of rain.

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

There is not even a basin in the house, and there is not even a container for water when the house leaks.

It is a wooden bed without mattress all the year round, it is okay in summer, but what about winter?
Especially in this season, when winter is coming, Ye An can hardly imagine the life of this family.

He couldn't imagine how the family kept each other warm when they were crowded into a bed with only one quilt.

Ye An frowned slightly, smelling the smelly and even pungent smell in the air.

He looked towards the only pot in their house.

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

　Thanks to [Qingzhu] for the reward!By the way, shamelessly begging for a monthly pass (laughing and crying), anyway, it’s already the end of the month, and if you don’t keep your monthly pass, it will be a waste!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)