Thanks for the invitation! The college entrance examination failed, has become the richest man

You can search for "Thank you for your invitation! I failed the college entrance examination and became the richest man Search Novels (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!In the morning, Gu Qingyuan got up early. Of course, this guy was not diligent, but was awakened from hunger.

I found a breakfast stall nearby and ordered a Linzhou special breakfast, Lao Doufu and You Tiao.

Gu Qingyuan's messy hair, blurred eyes, and constantly yawned, just like an internet addict who just came out of an internet cafe all night.

"Big bowl of old tofu and half a catty of fried dough sticks, boy, you eat it alone."

After the boss put the breakfast by Gu Qingyuan's side, he asked with a smile.

"Well, eat alone."

Gu Qingyuan nodded and started to eat.

Otherwise, people who are pouring out are easy to homesick, the food in this hometown is just appetite.

In less than ten minutes, after Gu Qingyuan gobbled it up, he checked out and walked towards the city center, where it was easy to take a taxi.

Gu Qingyuan didn't rush to find Wang Qiang and the others when he came back. Donating the 100,000 yuan is the most urgent task. He can't wait to upgrade the system to the intermediate level of Proficiency.

There is only one orphanage in Linzhou. The location is remote and there is no direct bus. If you walk, it takes at least an hour.

Making money or not spending it means not making money. This is Gu Qingyuan's philosophy, 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 smoked it.

The driver's master cast a glance at the shabby young man, thinking that this man must smoke a fake cigarette, otherwise, how could he be worthy of wearing it on his body, this yellowish tendon.

"Do you smoke?"

Gu Qingyuan asked.

"Don't smoke!"

The driver master shook his head and said in his heart: "I can't smoke fake cigarettes."

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

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

In the corner of the yard, a fire stove was built, and a thin back was vigorously frying the stewed vegetables in the cauldron.

"Brother, who are you looking for?"

A stupid boy spotted Gu Qingyuan and walked towards him.

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

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

"I'll call you."

The boy smiled at Gu Qingyuan, then shook his hand and ran into the room.

After a while, a plainly dressed middle-aged woman came out and looked at Gu Qingyuan, the dean showed a puzzled expression.

"You are the dean."

Gu Qingyuan asked with a smile.

"Yes, I am, is there anything you come here?"

The dean asked suspiciously.

At this time, the dean didn’t even think about donations. The people who came to the orphanage to donate were all well-dressed middle-aged people, like the frugal, even shabby young people in front of them. How could they come to donate? ?

"I'm…"

"You came to live in the orphanage, how old this year, you should be over age."

Without waiting for Gu Qingyuan to explain his intentions, the dean began to speak for himself.

"That, I am not."

Gu Qingyuan chuckled, and before she could finish speaking, the female dean asked again.

"Then you are here to claim it? There are many conditions for claiming. You can't claim it casually. You must first issue a certificate..."

"I'm here to donate."

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

"Donations?" said Wenxueda www.wenxueda.com

The female dean repeated, looking up and down Gu Qingyuan, holding Gu Qingyuan's hands together.

When Gu Qingyuan held the female dean's hand, the folds in the woman's hand showed that her life was difficult.

"Yes, I'm here to donate."

Gu Qingyuan said affirmatively.

"Your last name?" Gu Qingyuan asked with a smile again, looking at the kind-faced female dean softly.

"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 answered patiently.

"Oh." Dean Guo nodded, showing a thankful smile, and asked: "Child, how much do you donate? Remember to do what you can."

"Dean Guo, let's go in and talk."

Gu Qingyuan whispered, saying that the voice gives people a mature temperament that does not belong to this age group, but it does not match the white two-stranded tendons on her body.

"Row!"

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

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

"Yo! Be careful."

Chen Guilan hurriedly supported Gu Qingyuan, waited for him to sit firmly, got up and poured him a cup of tea, and handed it to his hand.

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

After Chen Guilan smiled and said something, she turned to go out and walked to another room.

In the round cave house, although it is old, it is chilly inside, giving people a feeling of refreshing and happy, and drinking a sip of hot tea, this life is also quite leisurely.

Gu Qingyuan wandered on the wooden chair, enjoying the beauty.

A moment later, Zhang Guilan pushed the door in, still holding a red bill and a wooden donation box with an iron lock on it.

Put the box on the bottom of your feet, open the account book, and prepare to record the full amount. Zhang Guilan looked up and asked, "My child, how much do you want to donate?"

"I donate 100,000."

Gu Qingyuan took a sip of tea, and said flatly.

For a while, the house calmed down, and Gu Qingyuan also noticed that in the crack of the door, the boy with the head and the brain was still peeking.

"More...how much?"

Zhang Guilan asked again, her voice trembling.

"One hundred thousand."

Gu Qingyuan replied in a loud voice this time.

What is the concept of one hundred thousand in 1999? It is equivalent to the purchasing power of one million in 20 years. Under the background of that era, the overall economy of Linzhou was poor, and families with one hundred thousand were also at the upper-middle level.

What's more, people who can donate one hundred thousand?

The biggest donation of Honghua Orphanage was less than 50,000 yuan. It was donated by a middle-aged woman from a rich family. This seemingly poor young child directly donated 100,000 yuan?

"Really...really?"

Zhang Guilan asked with a trembling mouth, her heart beating faster, if he really wants to donate 100,000, the tuition fees of those children who are about to go to college in the orphanage will also have fallen.

Therefore, this money is very important!

"Of course it is true. But..."

With that, Gu Qingyuan stood up, and Zhang Guilan's heart also lifted up, her hands tightly holding the trousers at the calf.

"I came here this time to make sure 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. After I get the money, come here to donate."

After Gu Qingyuan left an extremely unreliable sentence, he hurriedly left the Honghua Orphanage.

Gu Qingyuan was stunned when he walked into the country road. This remote place is the rhythm of going back abruptly.