I'm not a demon

It's still early, and Ning Qingming didn't go back to his house. Instead, he took a taxi to the Donation Foundation for Poor Children. After he came back from Wangfu Town last time, he kept saying that he planned to build Hope Primary School in the mountainous area until today. Put this idea into practice.

Ning Qingming asked how to donate as soon as he entered the door. Originally, the people from the foundation smiled and asked him how much to donate, so he could just register, but after hearing the amount he wanted to donate, he was so scared that he called the person in charge. The person in charge was also taken aback by the amount of more than 500 million. He spent a whole day busy asking where Ning Qingming planned to build a primary school. When Ning Qingming came out of the foundation, it was already sunset. down.

After politely rejecting the person in charge who strongly invited him to dinner, Ning Qingming walked back unhurriedly.

The foundation was not too far from where he lived, and it would only take about 10 minutes to walk. If nothing happened, Ning Qingming would consider it a walk.

There is no one else in the house except him. He has moved in for so long and hasn't seen the ghosts mentioned by the landlord. Presumably those monsters are afraid of Donghuang Taiyi's breath and dare not appear.

After Ning Qingming left for a few minutes, the phone rang. He couldn't help but smile when he saw the name on the caller ID, and then answered the phone: "Grandpa Zong."

"Have you eaten?" Zong Shijin's voice came from the phone, full of vigor, and it sounded much louder than when he first met Ning Qingming.

"Not yet." Ning Qingming walked slowly on the road, and said as he walked, "Grandpa Zong, have you finished eating all the medicinal materials I gave you last time? If you finish eating, I still have some here. If you eat them tomorrow I'll send it to you at home."

When Zong Shijin heard that Ning Qingming was coming tomorrow, he refused again and again. Tomorrow, the old man and Lao Yan would come to his house to play chess with him. They must not let those two weeks see Ning Qingming, or they would have the cheek to ask him for it. Those precious medicinal materials!

"I have a lot of medicinal materials here! If you haven't eaten, you can come to my place to eat. The red jujube porridge is cooked at home to nourish Qi and blood!" Zong Shijin knew how precious those wild ginseng and deer antler were. He was usually reluctant to eat them. There are many.

Ning Qingming wasn't polite to Mr. Zong either. It wasn't the first time he went to Zong's house. Everyone in Zong's family was very warm to him from top to bottom. The arrival expressed a warm welcome.

When Ning Qingming arrived at the Zong's house, Zong Qingmeng, the little girl of the Zong's family, happened to be back. Zong Qingmeng waved to Ning Qingming at the gate of the courtyard, her face was full of joy: "Brother Qingming, you are on Weibo again today." !"

"??" Ning Qingming had a question mark on his face, and Zheng Zhikai's face subconsciously flashed in his mind. Could it be that whenever he meets him, he will be on the trending searches?

"The official blog of the Hope Primary School Foundation mentioned you!" Ning Qingmeng saw him looking confused, took out his mobile phone and clicked on the V blog and said to him, "The official blog of the Hope Primary School has returned to you."

Ning Qingming also took out his mobile phone. The upper right corner of his V blog has always been bright red 99+. Basically, he doesn't open Weibo very much, so he doesn't know that someone tweeted about him.

After opening the V blog, he clicked on the official blog of Hope Primary School, followed the other party, and then clicked on the other party's homepage.

At this time, there was a message on the homepage of the official blog, which was posted in the afternoon.

Hope Primary School Foundation: This is the first time the foundation has received such a large amount of donations since its inception. Today's young people are high-quality, young and promising, and full of love. They have a passion and care silently in places we can't see Children in need. @Ning Qingming

There are two pictures under this Weibo, one is the remittance amount of Ning Qingming's bank card, of course Ning Qingming's card number has been mosaiced, and the other is a picture of Ning Qingming and the staff of the foundation.

And under this Weibo, the comments and retweets are astonishingly high, with more than 100 million retweets and more than 300 million comments.

Ning Qingming clicked on the comments, and the few popular ones were quite simple and rude.

"I counted the zeros on the remittance slip ten times with my high-level brain... How much is the seven-digit number my friends? Is it really 500 million, not 50?"

"500 million, the appraisal is complete."

"Little brother, is this... donating all the money you earned from watching Fengshui?"

"I'm the only one who thinks my little brother is so fucking good-looking! Little brother, do you need a girlfriend? The kind who can sing, dance and love and often donate money. Although the money donated is only a fraction of yours, I am also very caring." !"

"Not much else to say, pay tribute!"

"I don't know why, I feel like crying when I saw this Weibo QAQ"

"Hey, little brother is a good man."

Ning Qingming coughed and put the phone back into his pocket, and said to Ning Qingmeng: "The comments on the Internet are really boastful..."

The unfinished words dissipated in Ning Qingmeng's shining and adoring eyes. Ning Qingming looked away a little embarrassed, and said, "There are many people who need help, and I am only doing my best."

The little girl looked at him with wide eyes, didn't speak, just smiled sweetly at him: "Those comments are right, Brother Qingming, you are a good person."

Ning Qingming, who was issued a good card, laughed.

The two of them walked through the yard all the way to the Zong's house. The Zong's house was still very lively, as long as they could make it back when it was time to eat, they would come back to eat.

Compared with socializing outside, the Zong family obviously prefer the atmosphere at home.

As soon as Zong Shijin saw Ning Qingming, he waved at him. This gesture was exactly the same as Zong Qingmeng's just now, which made Ning Qingming laugh all of a sudden.

After saying hello to the elders of the Zong family, Ning Qingming walked to the old man. The old man is now in a strong body, with a ruddy complexion and bright eyes. Some outsiders are a little surprised when they see him at first. Many people came to visit the old man with gifts and begged the old man to reward him with a secret recipe for the old man in his family.

Because of this, Mr. Zong has not mentioned how proud he is recently. He always tells everyone that I have a grandson or something... Today he is naturally showing off to other old people in the yard. It just so happens that one of them has a grandson He was present, and when he heard Ning Qingming's name, he interrupted Mr. Zong's words in surprise.

If it was normal, he would not dare to interrupt Mr. Zong, but today he just saw that V blog on V blog, and reposted this V blog to praise and donate some money. Hearing Ning Qingming's name, he couldn't control himself and said, "Grandpa Zong, your grandson donated 500 million to the Hope Primary School Foundation today, and it's all over the Internet."

When he said this, there was admiration in his tone. People who can live in this courtyard will not have a bad family background. It can even be said that not only is not bad, but they can all rank in the imperial capital, but Even so, he didn't have the determination to ask him to donate 500 million directly.

How much money is treated as dung to do this?

Zong Shijin didn't know about this anymore, he was dazed for a while, and after silently reading 500 million in his heart several times, he laughed and said, "This brat is really...! I have to talk about him when I go back!"

Although he was yelling, the old people sitting next to him rolled their eyes with his wrinkled smile.

Let’s talk about it carefully, I’m afraid the good grandson will call me after I go back, right?

Isn't that right? Zong Shijin, who just said that he had to talk about it when he went home, forgot what he said earlier when he saw Ning Qingming, and waved to him directly: "Is it a busy day today? You can eat more later." order food!"

Ning Qingming twitched the corner of his mouth. The old man asked this question, did he know that he went to donate money today?

Zong Qingmeng's father, Zong Sheng looked at Ning Qingming with a smile, and shook his head full of emotion: "You young people today are very good, really good, know the etiquette, benevolence, filial piety and integrity, strong young people make the country strong !"

Even though Ning Qingming had a thick skin, he was almost blushed by Zong Sheng's praise. Fortunately, Zong Miao rescued him in time. Zong Miao is Zong Sheng's younger sister and Zong Qingmeng's aunt. She is very intellectual. The woman is also the most tempered person in the entire clan. She pushed down her glasses on the bridge of her nose and asked, "Xiao Ning, why did you think of donating so much money?"

Ning Qingming didn't hide anything, and told the story of how he met Yu Liang in Wangfu Town. At that time, he naturally omitted the unscientific process in the middle.

Ning Qingming's idea is also very simple. He doesn't do it for fame or profit, he just wants to help those children who can't afford to go to school. Under the premise of having the ability to donate, he really thinks he can do this Not worth mentioning, because he is not short of money =v=

Zong Shijin looked at the young man, and suddenly remembered that when they met for the first time, the young man confiscated the woman's thank you money, and asked the woman to donate the money instead.

At that time, he still thought that Ning Qingming was a liar, and he was very angry when he came back. Now it seems that this child's quality has always been very good. Hesitant to donate to those in need.

"Dad, aunt, grandpa, Brother Qingming! It's time to eat!" Zong Qingmeng shouted to several people, "Today's dishes are so rich!"

It was already late when Ning Qingming came out from Zong's house. Zong Shijin and the others tried to keep him, saying that they would let him stay for one night before leaving the next day, but Ning Qingming noticed a trace of familiar demon power floating outside the compound. , was floating in circles in the courtyard, and seemed to be waiting for him.

Sure enough, as soon as Ning Qingming stepped out of the yard, he saw a familiar figure.

Dahei was squatting on the opposite side of the compound with a sad face, when he saw him, he stood up abruptly, rushed over and shouted: "Boss!"

Ning Qingming: "..."

who is your boss