Even After My Death
Chapter 371 - 286: Ge Dagen’s Predicament

Chapter 371: Chapter 286: Ge Dagen’s Predicament

Now standing in front of Chen Deshuang was Ge Dagen, a man with a face full of unspeakable suffering.

He was forty-six years old this year, a rural man who married late, only managing to find a wife in his thirties.

After their marriage, Ge Dagen and his wife had a son who was now stricken with a serious illness.

Ge Dagen and his wife were both down-to-earth farmers who had hardly ever left their hometown. Before their son fell seriously ill, the furthest place the couple had visited was the county town.

Until last week, a calamity struck when their son, who was attending school, suddenly fell into an unconscious state. After being rushed to the county hospital by an ambulance (number 120), doctors at the county hospital solemnly advised them to go to the city hospital.

The final diagnosis turned out to be: cancer!

For Ge Dagen, this news was like a bolt from the blue.

In just one short week, he and his wife had spent most of their modest savings, accumulated over more than a decade of frugality, and had also borrowed a considerable sum of money from relatives and friends.

It wasn’t until the day before yesterday that Chen Deshuang suddenly approached him, saying he could help apply for online donations and such.

At that time, Chen Deshuang didn’t speak as harshly as he was now, and was rather persuasive.

Although Ge Dagen feared he might have encountered a swindler, the other party hadn’t tried to scam him out of his money. Instead, he offered to give him money.

Ge Dagen was really at his wit’s end then and, desperate as he was, gritted his teeth, handed over all his son’s information, and let Chen Deshuang handle everything.

As a result, within just two days, the fundraising link for his son had actually raised more than twenty thousand yuan!

Ge Dagen wept with joy on the spot. His son’s treatment was now hopeful! There was money to buy medicine!

Ge Dagen was so grateful to Chen Deshuang in his heart that he wished he could kneel down on the spot and kowtow to show his gratitude.

He talked to Chen Deshuang about wanting to cash out the donations, and then, Chen Deshuang told him that he could withdraw the money, but Chen Deshuang would take a 70% platform fee and a 10% personal commission for his troubles.

Chen Deshuang’s words stunned Ge Dagen.

More than twenty thousand, to give the other person eighty percent, wouldn’t this leave only a few thousand yuan for his son’s lifesaving money?

Ge Dagen had not expected there to be a service fee at all, let alone one so exorbitant.

Ge Dagen immediately discussed the matter with his relatives.

His relatives promptly told him that Chen Deshuang was scamming him, that the online fundraising platforms nowadays charge no service fees, and certainly don’t have any so-called labor fees.

Therefore, when Chen Deshuang came looking for him just now, Ge Dagen timidly expressed his thoughts. Then, he was brought here by Chen Deshuang.

Facing Chen Deshuang’s aggressive tone, Ge Dagen pleaded, "I beg you, this money came from netizens to save my son’s life. Can, can I give you two thousand?"

These two thousand had been decided after much agonizing by Ge Dagen, who spat the figure out reluctantly.

His face was full of agony.

Because every single penny was meant for saving his son’s life.

The faster the money was raised, the sooner his son could undergo surgery.

But as Ge Dagen stood before Chen Deshuang, upon hearing that Ge Dagen intended to give him only two thousand yuan, Chen Deshuang sneered with contempt, "Ge Dagen, are you treating me like a beggar? I’m the person in charge of this platform. It was me who sent out your fundraising link. If you don’t give, then forget about withdrawing the money. I don’t need it, and neither will your son get to spend it. You better weigh which is more important, treating your son or clinging to this small sum of money."