In the early morning, Gu Qingyuan got up early. Of course, this guy was not diligent, but woke up from hunger.

I found a breakfast stall nearby and ordered a special breakfast in Linzhou City, Lao Doufu and refueling sticks.

Gu Qingyuan's messy hair, blurred eyes, and constant yawning made him look like an Internet-addicted teenager who had just come out of an all-night Internet cafe.

"A big bowl of old tofu and half a pound of fried dough sticks. Boy, you can eat it alone."

The boss asked with a silly smile after placing the breakfast next to Gu Qingyuan.

"Well, let's eat alone."

Gu Qingyuan nodded and started eating.

If we don’t say that people are easily homesick when they are away from home, the food in this hometown is just to your liking.

In less than ten minutes, after Gu Qingyuan finished devouring his food, he paid and left, heading towards the city center where he could easily take a taxi.

When Gu Qingyuan came back, he was not in a hurry to find Wang Qiang and the others. Donating the 100,000 yuan was the top priority. He could not wait to upgrade the system to the intermediate level of proficiency.

There is only one orphanage in Linzhou City. The location is relatively remote and there is no direct bus. If you walk, you have to walk for at least an hour.

Making money without spending it means you have not made any money. This is the philosophy that Gu Qingyuan has always adhered to, so he took a taxi very proudly.

In the car, Gu Qingyuan took out a red cigarette case. The word "Huazi" on the cigarette case was very eye-catching. He took out a "Huazi" and started smoking.

The driver glanced at the shabby young man and felt that this guy must be smoking fake cigarettes. Otherwise, how could he be worthy of wearing these yellow ribs on his body?

"Do you want to smoke?"

Gu Qingyuan asked.

"No smoking!"

The driver shook his head and said to himself: "I can't smoke fake cigarettes."

After half an hour's drive, Gu Qingyuan arrived at the Honghua Orphanage. After putting out the cigarette butt in his hand, Gu Qingyuan strode inside.

This square farmyard did not have a locked door. After Gu Qingyuan walked in, he saw a group of children playing around, laughing and laughing.

In the corner of the yard, there was a stove built, and a thin figure was vigorously frying stew in a large pot.

"Brother, who are you looking for?"

A boy with a thick head and a thick head spotted Gu Qingyuan and walked towards him.

"Oh, is your dean here? I'll talk to him about something."

Gu Qingyuan said with a smile and touched the boy's hair.

"I'll call you."

The boy smiled at Gu Qingyuan, then waved his hands and ran towards the house.

After a while, a middle-aged woman in plain clothes came out and looked at Gu Qingyuan. The dean showed a puzzled expression.

"You are the dean, right?"

Gu Qingyuan asked with a smile.

"Yes, I am, what's the matter with you coming here?"

The dean asked doubtfully.

At this time, the director didn't even think about donating money. The people who came to the orphanage to donate were all well-dressed middle-aged people. How could the young people in front of him who were dressed in frugal and even shabby clothes come to donate?

?

"I am…"

"You are here to live in an orphanage, right? How old are you? You must be over your age."

Before Gu Qingyuan could explain his purpose, the dean started talking to himself.

"That, I'm not."

Gu Qingyuan laughed naively, and before he could finish speaking, the female dean asked again.

"Are you here to claim it? There are many conditions for claiming it. You cannot claim it casually. You must first get a certificate..."

"I'm here to donate."

Gu Qingyuan loudly interrupted the chattering female dean and reached out to her.

"Donate?"

The female dean repeated, looked Gu Qingyuan up and down, and held Gu Qingyuan's hands together.

When Gu Qingyuan held the female dean's hand, the wrinkles on the woman's hands well illustrated the difficulty of her life.

"Yes, I'm here to donate."

Gu Qingyuan said with certainty.

"What's your surname?" Gu Qingyuan asked again with a smile, looking at the kind-faced female dean with soft eyes.

"My name is Guo Guilan, are you really here to donate?"

Dean Guo asked again uncertainly.

"Yes, I came to donate." Gu Qingyuan smiled and replied patiently.

"Oh." Dean Guo nodded, showed a grateful smile, and asked: "Son, how much do you want to donate? Remember to do it within your ability."

"Dean Guo, let's go into the room and talk."

Gu Qingyuan whispered, his tone of voice giving off a mature temperament that was not for his age group, but it was too inconsistent with the white crotch straps he was wearing.

"OK!"

Guo Guilan nodded, took Gu Qingyuan's arm and walked into the room.

The old furniture in the room was unexpected by Gu Qingyuan. When he sat on a wooden chair, the legs of the chair were uneven and he almost fell over.

"Yo! Be careful."

Chen Guilan hurriedly supported Gu Qingyuan, and after he sat firmly, she stood up, poured him a cup of tea, and handed it to his hand.

"Wait for me, I'll get the accounting book and the fundraising box."

After Chen Guilan said something with a smile, she turned around and went out and walked to another room.

Although the circular cave house is old, it is cool and refreshing inside, giving people a refreshing feeling. After drinking a sip of hot tea, this kind of life is quite leisurely.

Gu Qingyuan sat on the wooden chair, enjoying this beauty.

After a while, Guo Guilan pushed the door open and came in, holding a red bill and a wooden donation box with an iron lock on it.

Putting the box on the bottom of his feet, he opened the accounting book and prepared to record the full amount. Guo Guilan raised his head and asked, "Son, how much do you want to donate?"

"I will donate 100,000."

Gu Qingyuan took a sip of tea and said calmly and calmly.

For a moment, the house became quiet, and Gu Qingyuan also found that the boy with a tiger-like head just now was still peeking through the crack in the door.

"How...how much?"

Guo Guilan asked again, her voice trembling.

"One hundred thousand."

Gu Qingyuan answered loudly this time.

What is the concept of 100,000 in 1999? It is equivalent to the purchasing power of one million in 20 years. In the context of that era, the overall economy of Linzhou City was poor. A family with 100,000 would be at the upper-middle level.

Not to mention those who can donate 100,000 yuan?

The largest donation to the Red Flower Orphanage was only 50,000 yuan. It was donated by a middle-aged woman from a wealthy family. This seemingly poor young child directly donated 100,000 yuan?

"Really...really?"

Guo Guilan asked with a trembling mouth, her heart beating faster. If he really wanted to donate 100,000 yuan, the tuition fees for the children in the orphanage who were about to go to college would also have been paid.

Therefore, this money is very important!

"Of course it's true. But..."

As he spoke, Gu Qingyuan stood up, and Guo Guilan's heart also lifted, her hands tightly grasping the hem of her pants at her calf.

"I came here this time to confirm if there is an orphanage here. After all, it is not convenient to run around with 100,000 yuan in cash."

Gu Qingyuan paused and continued: "You wait for me for a long time, and after I get the money, come here to donate."

Gu Qingyuan left Honghua Orphanage in a hurry after leaving a very unreliable sentence.
Chapter completed!