Chapter 97: Finding Wang Ersun to Settle Accounts 6
"Wait a minute, you still have a choice!" Han Ningmeng smiled lightly.
"Is there any other way, please tell me, Sister Han!" Wang Ersun still asked impatiently.
"That means you can choose to spend money to eliminate disaster!" Han Ningmeng smiled strangely!
When Fu Haoran heard this, he felt sullen in his heart: Is she just an ordinary girl, and money can compensate her?
After hearing what Han Ningmeng said, Fu Haoran frowned and looked unhappy.
"Okay, okay, okay, I'll choose the second way. Sister Han, how much money do you need, tell me, tell me!" Wang Ersun was ecstatic.
"Don't choose too quickly! This matter is not easy!" Han Ningmeng explained.
"It's okay. You said it, but you didn't say it. As long as you can save my hands and eyes, no matter how much money you ask for, I will give it to you!" Wang Ersun said quickly.
For Wang Ersun, as long as the problem can be solved with money, it is not a problem.
"Listen carefully, you prepare one million, and then... go to those poor and impoverished mountainous areas in person to give to the children there, take this million, buy some clothes and shoes for the children, and then buy some life
Bring supplies, some delicious food, some books, some pens, school supplies and the like, and then donate all the remaining money to them if you can't buy it all. Remember, you have to go in person!" Han Ningmeng breathed out.
Finished.
After hearing what Han Ningmeng said, Fu Haoran breathed a sigh of relief, and the unhappiness on his face disappeared, revealing an expression of relief.
"Go...where?" Wang Ersun didn't understand.
"I haven't finished speaking yet, why are you anxious?" Han Ningmeng glared at him with satisfaction.
"Yes, yes, sister Han, please continue talking!" Wang Ersun looked at Han Ningmeng with a flattering look.
"Ahem... Also, in the next ten years, I have to go every year..." Before Han Ningmeng finished speaking, Wang Ersun asked hurriedly: "I have to go every year, and I have to go ten times... Then, one time each time
One million, I don’t want to prepare ten million, Sister Han, how can I get so much money, where can I get so much money, Sister Han, I have a young man and an old man..."
Before Wang Ersun finished speaking, Han Ningmeng raised her eyebrows and said, "You are a young man at the top and an old man at the bottom?"
"No, no... there are old people at the top and young people at the bottom!" Wang Ersun quickly corrected!
"Ahem..." Facing Wang Ersun's common phrase, Fu Haoran couldn't help but want to laugh.
"You definitely didn't study well when you were in school, right?" Han Ningmeng despised.
"Yes, yes, Sister Han taught me a lesson! But, how can I... how can I get this... these ten million?" Wang Ersun looked at her pitifully.
"Who asked you to take 10 million? Can't you just listen to what I have to say first? Is it possible that even one sentence, old or young, will be wrong? When I was young, I must have been like this when I was in school. I didn't listen carefully.
The teacher is talking!" Han Ningmeng was scornful again.
"Yes, yes, that's what Sister Han taught you!" Wang Ersun bowed and nodded again.
"Every year, you only need to spend one hundred thousand!" Han Ningmeng glared at him.
"One hundred thousand, then, is it two million?" Wang Ersun breathed a sigh of relief.
In fact, if Han Ningmeng really wants 10 million from him, then he will take it out and sell it, so he must take it out.
Money is something external to one's body, how can it be as important as one's own hands and eyes?