Even After My Death
Chapter 373 - 287 Jiang Ning Starts Live Streaming! (Revised)_2

Chapter 373: Chapter 287 Jiang Ning Starts Live Streaming! (Revised)_2

[What does this mean? What the hell is this?]

[What on earth is Jiang Ning up to? Did she accidentally start this live stream? Does she not even know she’s broadcasting?]

[It’s possible. It’s absurd. I thought she had finally come to her senses and decided to embrace this outrageous wealth.]

The user [Hate to Work] sent Jiang Ning a hot air balloon x1.

The user [Jiang Jiang Fan Coming] sent Jiang Ning a Diamond Crown x1.

The user [Schrödinger’s Cat] sent Jiang Ning a sports car x1.

The user [One Well-Behaved Cub] sent Jiang Ning a Heart of the Universe x1.

The user [Early Bird Catches the Worm] sent Jiang Ning a Carnival x1.

...

[Hey, hey, hey, you gift-senders, wake up! How the hell can you keep sending these?]

[I get it now! I understand!]

[Jiang Ning didn’t start the live stream by mistake, she knows she’s streaming, and she did it on purpose to show us! Ahhh, I’m so angry.]

[Show us what? Speak clearly, the person above.]

[I understand too, it’s so disgusting.]

[????]

[What the heck? Are we not watching the same live stream?]

[Here’s the situation! Jiang Ning is covertly recording! These two men don’t know about Jiang Ning and the live stream! Jiang Ning has stumbled upon a family member being extorted by a fundraising platform offline!]

[That’s what I think too. The moment Jiang Ning started streaming, I came in. I heard everything these two men said crystal clear. I was just wondering when Jiang Ning would appear, so I didn’t initially grasp the meaning of their conversation. Jiang Ning started this live stream with screen recording—those who didn’t hear can check out the recording afterward.]

[So disgusting, based on the conversation of these two just now, if my preliminary judgment is correct, this man in white must be the fundraising platform’s staff member and the skinny man in black clothes should be the poor father of the patient.]

[What! There’s such a thing happening! I must take a good look at this!]

...

Ge Dagen didn’t know that people on the internet had already started to become indignant on his behalf.

His lips trembling, he desperately wanted to say that the over twenty thousand was donated by netizens for his son, not for Chen Deshuang.

But recalling what Chen Deshuang had just said, Ge Dagen silently swallowed his words back down.

Clutching at the corner of his clothes, looking conflicted for a long time, he finally made a tough decision, "This money... Can I just not take it? Return it to whoever donated it."

A few days before, after Ge Dagen had set up the fundraising page, he worried about being scammed. He asked many people and found out that what Chen Deshuang said was true, that indeed such charitable fundraising on the internet exists.

Nowadays, young people like to play with their phones, viewing the world through them, and occasionally they will see some fundraising messages and donate something as well.

But they say that fundraising platforms don’t require any handling fee or labor charges.

Ge Dagen wasn’t foolish; he knew this was Chen Deshuang attempting to pocket the money for himself.

Ge Dagen needed money, but as a farmer, he knew all too well how hard it is to earn money.

All of those kind-hearted people who donated for his child, every single one of them was good-hearted.

When they made their donations, they definitely had no idea such a backstory existed.

Ge Dagen had seen it himself too—most people who donated to his son were not wealthy. They donated small amounts like two, five, ten, twenty yuan.

There were donations in the hundreds, but they were very, very few.

Over twenty thousand in donations, only twenty percent was received.

Thinking about how so many kind people’s donations would end up in Chen Deshuang’s hands, to be squandered by his corruption, Ge Dagen felt extremely troubled.

Rather than letting Chen Deshuang enjoy everyone’s hard-earned money, it was better to give it back exactly the way it came, returning it to those kind-hearted individuals.

[Ahhh! The previous guess was right! It’s really that!]

[I’m crying. Although I can’t see the face of this sick child’s father clearly, when I hear his humble tone of voice and see his calloused, rough hands full of cuts, I suddenly think of my own father and just can’t control the tears welling up in my eyes.]

[Me too, it feels so familiar.]

[What did he say? He doesn’t want the money anymore?]

[Looking at his black clothes, so worn out, I wonder how long he has worn them. Plus, they seem like they’re not of his age, probably clothes a young person in the family discarded, and he’s wearing them now. He looks like he really lacks money.]

[Damn it, how much did that white-clothed staff member just say they were charging for the fee?]

[Handling fee 70%, labor charge 10%.]

[Damn it!!! Which platform!!! So audacious!!!]

[Exactly! Expose them! I want to see if it’s one of the two I’ve donated to before!]