Universal system must die

Chapter 65, just ask who else
After the people from the foundation finished their report, they went to work.

Wang Hua quietly explained to He Ming.

"The Hurricane Group brought in 2000 million, and the Gabe Group also brought in 1000 million. With their two giants taking the lead, many companies are supporting our foundation."

"Hurricane Group?"

The corners of He Ming's mouth were crooked, and he looked at Zhou Mucheng with a meaningful smile.

"Brother Mu Cheng, where did you say old man He was last time?"

"Ah, Xiao Ming, who are you talking about?"

"He Lanfeng, your uncle."

Scared, Zhou Mucheng was shocked, "You, how do you know."

"Hey, didn't you whisper to Lao Shugen that I was your cousin, and you're still close? My mother's surname is also Zhou, and I'm not stupid."

He Ming curled his lips. He had already seen through it, but he didn't know what the Zhou family's background was and what it had to do with the Hurricane Group.

"Ahem, Xiao Ming, I suddenly remembered that the army still has something to do. It seems that Hua Zi has something to tell you. I won't disturb you. I'll leave first."

"Hey, hey, who is it... Fuck you, Zhou Mucheng, you are shameless, that's my plane."

He Ming suddenly discovered that Zhou Mucheng, who was trotting all the way, got into the plane, pulled the control stick and took off directly.

"Brother, thank you for the plane. It's been a pleasure to be with you for the past few days. I'm leaving first."

After speaking, the Robinson R22 flew away amidst the buzzing sound.

Wang Hua was dumbfounded. Xiao Chengzi was not like this before, but now he was so shameless that he abducted He Ming's plane.

He couldn't help looking at He Ming, he was just a remarkable person.

Whoever has been with him for a long time, no matter how thin-skinned he is, can cultivate into a fortress of copper and iron.

"Humph!"

He Ming turned his head bitterly, and stared at Wang Hua, which made Wang Hua's heart tremble.

"He, He Ming, it has nothing to do with me."

"I know, I'll deal with him later. But he's gone, and only you told me."

"tell you what?"

Wang Hua smiled wryly, and suddenly regretted seeing He Ming.

"You have a lot of leisure time at Huancheng. You can come out for a few months and no one will care about you. Is the boss of Huancheng dead? You don't want to say anything to me."

"He Ming, I really can't say...well, I was sent by the boss to assist you. I can only tell you this, I can't say anything else."

He Ming didn't make things difficult for him, "Okay, since Brother Wang's task is to assist me, you will be on call 24 hours from now on, you are my man."

"Uh... He Ming, can we discuss it in the evening? I only like women."

"roll……"

What to do in a bad mood, he decided to take a tour.

Sure enough, wherever he went, the residents of Qimu greeted him with smiles on their faces, and the young girls unbuttoned their collars, sprayed perfume and greeted him intimately.

"Ha ha!"

He Ming smiled contentedly, came to the army station, saw Tong Wujun coming out, he couldn't help but go up to him.

"Old Tong, where are you going?"

"He Ming, are you back? Colonel Pei."

"How can the old tree roots come back, hey, what good things have happened these few days, my kung fu is good."

He Ming opened his eyes and saw that Tong Wujun's strength had improved significantly.

"Well, it has broken through a bit, and it's still far behind Colonel Pei."

Suddenly recalling He Ming's record, he was slightly embarrassed, "Of course, I can't compare with you."

"then!"

Throwing a bottle of foundation liquid, He Ming said: "Drink it, it will be very helpful for you to temper your physique."

Although Tong Wujun didn't know what it was, it smelled very fragrant, and it was definitely not ordinary.

"Thanks."

The two were talking, and battalion commander Wu Zhizhong also came over.

He Ming also gave him a bottle of foundation fluid. These two people will be stationed for a long time. With them around, they can also help the Foundation a lot.

After chatting for a while, we were ready to visit the original site of Qimu Town.

Coming here, there are busy construction sites everywhere.

The situation is very good, finally worthy of the donations of netizens.

Without further ado, let's start the live broadcast!
The homepage of the live broadcast room is directly printed with a line of big characters.

[Thanks to the donations from netizens, the Netizen Foundation has been established, and professionals are invited to manage it]
Some of the people who often go to the live broadcast room, as soon as they see the Xtreme anchor is online, they like to go in immediately.

The six major live broadcast rooms started broadcasting at the same time, and the Xtreme anchor, who hadn't been online for a long time, immediately became the focus of discussion.

"Hi everyone, do you miss me?"

He Ming greeted with a smile.

"Yes, we miss you so much."

"I miss you +1."

"I miss you +1."

"I miss you +2"

"..."

He Ming did not panic when encountering chaos and dealt with it calmly.

Look, why such a kind person like me hates others, I learned from the majority of netizens!
"Those who want to kill me must be handsome men and beautiful women. Those who want to die may be because I am too handsome and jealous and inferior, but I don't blame you, really."

"Anchor 666, I miss you so much."

"The anchor of Chixiang successfully resolved the crisis. I am handsome, so I must give you a thumbs up."

"I miss the anchor too. It's the first time I realized how beautiful I am."

"If you want the anchor to die, hurry up and have plastic surgery, there is still a chance."

The public opinion was one-sided, and those who were angry were mad at each other.

After a lively live broadcast room, He Ming pointed the camera at the construction site in full swing.

"This is the original site of Qimu Town. Thanks to the many netizens who participated in the fundraising. At present, the rescue funds for Qimu Town have reached more than 1000 million, and it is still going on. Please monitor the operation of the Netizens Foundation at any time. The official website of the Foundation is..."

Many people were excited when they heard this.

"I tipped 200 yuan in the live broadcast room, did you also go to the charity account?"

"Haha, I tipped 1000 yuan, and the foundation has my contribution."

"I directly tapped the anchor's charity account, which is a full [-]."

"Bah, you lost a bet with the anchor last time, and you only paid [-]. I voluntarily played [-]."

"I hit [-]..."

Some people who saw the Foundation website back broke the news.

"Damn it, the total fund of the Netizen Foundation is more than [-] million."

"Yes, I also saw that the top three donations are Hurricane, Gabe and Tianba Group."

"Amazing my anchor, take one of the submarines."

"Will all the tipping money go to the Netizen Foundation? A helicopter will fly one."

"A pair of Rockets, I also have this question."

"It's still cool to watch the live broadcast of Xtreme anchor. The tipping money is equivalent to donating all the money to charity. Just ask who else can do it."

He Ming smiled and watched the netizens' comments, and the value of good people increased gradually, and he couldn't help but feel very satisfied.

"Don't worry, everyone, the amount of rewards from my live broadcast room will always go to the Netizen Foundation."

"We believe that the anchor has this heart, but the live broadcast platform is not run by the anchor!"

"That's right, I heard that after the disaster relief period of the live broadcast platform, the rewards will no longer be included in the foundation."

"That's right, does the anchor have any ideas?"

He Ming smiled slightly, and said: "If any of the six major live broadcast platforms wants to cancel the reward money from entering the foundation, I will cancel the cooperation. You can go to other live broadcast platforms with me, okay?"

"good idea."

"That's right, the six major platforms restrain each other, I'm afraid no one will dare to cancel the cooperation with the anchor first."

"The anchor operates 666, but this will offend the live broadcast platform!"

"The anchor is really awesome, aren't you afraid that the platform will jointly block it?"

The inspectors of the six major live broadcast room platforms immediately fed back the information to the supervisor, and then reported to the president layer by layer.

(End of this chapter)