My Extraordinary Achievements

Chapter 66: All The Same

“Donating ten thousand HXB just like that? How rich is this host?”

“That’s badass!”

“The ten thousand was pieced together too!”

“The main point is that the host only receives half the income. Meng host donated five thousand from his own pocket!”

“Is this host forgetting that his income will be halved, or did he intentionally plan to donate ten thousand?”

“I thought donating five thousand would have been generous; this is so unexpected!”

“Is his brain lacking oxygen from all the running?”

“Is the host a tycoon? I’ve been watching his streams for a few days now. Don’t even mention asking for gifts; he doesn’t even say thanks to the gifts from the netizens; if he wasn’t a tycoon, how could he do this?”

“Let’s not talk about him being a tycoon or not. Did you guys not see the pretty girl? Meng host has to bluff a bit; don’t you understand!?”

“When I watched the host stream his morning run, the young lady was present too. He’s obviously after her!”

“This pretty girl is really good looking. Plus, her figure is amazing too! If the host can get her, then he would be a winner amongst all fat people!”

“That is our academy’s Chinese painting department’s goddess. If he actually got her, then he’d be a myth! Meng fatty add oil!”

Zhang Zhou Wei took Meng Fan’s phone and repeatedly confirmed the donated amount. He had really donated ten thousand instead of five thousand. He then quietly whispered to Meng Fan, “Fatty, the gift amount is nine thousand and eight hundred, but you only receive half the income; five thousand.”

Although he knew Meng fan’s family background was pretty good, Zhang Zhou Wei was still worried that Meng Fan had forgotten that his income would be halved and generously donated the money.

“I know.”

Of course, Meng Fan knew. The number of gifts he received had been displayed on his virtual interface before he even saw his phone. In such a long duration, even if his brain had been depleted of oxygen, he wouldn’t forget such an important matter.

“That 5000 was from the fickle netizens; the other five thousand is from me.” He thought about it and added, “I’ve been making some good money doing illustrations for those god tiered authors.”

This sentence was for Wu Tong to hear. He couldn’t have her believing he was someone who would happily spend his family’s money.

It was important for Wu Tong to know that he could earn as well as spend and was a charitable and caring person just like she was.

Yes, that was very important.

Sometimes, Meng Fan’s emotional intelligence was at the same level as his IQ, even allowing him to be a bit scheming.

Of course, regarding donations, Meng Fan was able to increase his experience for the task [Wealth Distribution Cherub].

This achievement task was divided into four phases, requiring 10,000, 100,000, 500,000 and 1,000,000. The rewards were also separated into tiers of 10, 100, 500, and 1000 points. There were no additional attribute rewards.

However, the title provided a very powerful attribute to Meng Fan—Luck +1.

In the past, Meng Fan wouldn’t have believed the validity of the metaphysical attributes of “luck”. After experiencing the blessings and curses of the “validation” attribute, Meng Fan was beyond convinced by these metaphysical attributes.

+1 luck didn’t sound like a lot, but who could determine if his actual luck value was even above 1!

So, in the case of a donation, Meng Fan didn’t hesitate to donate five thousand HXB along with the 5000 from the gifts.

One million… He would reach it someday!

In addition, 10 points for 10,000 HXB wouldn’t count as too much of a loss.

When he was donating the ten thousand, the alert went off in Meng Fan’s mind, signaling the completion of [Wealth Distribution Cherub] phase 1, earning 10 achievement points as a reward.

Now he was at 503 points.

After explaining himself to Zhang Zhou Wei, he turned to look at Wu Tong. He smiled, confirming the amount of his donation was correct.

Wu Tong followed Meng Fan’s stream, so she knew that he had received a considerable amount of gifts. She also knew she had been doing illustrations for a few famous novels, so he really was capable of making money. Only, she was still surprised that he was generous enough to donate ten thousand HXB in one go.

“You’re… Incredible!”

After whispering this to Meng Fan, she noticed the sweat on his face and handed him some tissues. She then said very sweetly, “Thank you for your kind donation!”

Shen then asked the employees for a certificate for his donation.

The staff from the sponsoring party on the side, along with the powerful goddess who had helped Meng Fan also gave him a friendly and respectful smile.

“Tong Tong!”

A guy’s voice rang out, suddenly making Meng Fan raise his awareness. He was searching for the voice as he was wiping his sweat.

This was… that guy from the other night, Hu something Meng?

He seemed to be some famous figure from the academy.

Meng Fan remembered having an enjoyable conversation with Wu Tong not long after they met, when this guy appeared. She had left right away, looking upset.

This also might have been his first time hearing Wu Tong’s name from this guy’s mouth. At that time, he still called her Wu Tong, but today it changed to Tong Tong. This made Meng Fan’s heart sink.

He looked again, noticing Wu Tong’s face looked even more sour than that night; the disgust glowering in her eyes. This made Meng Fan’s sunkey heart suddenly flutter again.

This Hu Something Meng stomped over arrogantly as if he had just declared to everyone that Wu Tong was his territory. He looked at Wu Tong with gentle eyes, but he did not have the chance to speak when he heard Wu Tong spoke to him with a sullen expression, “Student Hu Ting Song, I’ve told you many times; you can just call me Wu Tong.”

Wu Tong was disgusted by Hu Ting Song’s nickname for her.

“So it’s not Meng, it’s Cong.”

After knowing Hu Ting Song’s full name, Meng Fan couldn’t help but tease.

Hu Ting Song smiled at Wu Tong’s words. His expression unchanging, not picking up the hit. “The traffic jammed on the way here, but at least I made it. I’m not good at long-distance running, so I can only come here to donate and support you.”

After his speech, he pulled out a wad of cash from his bag and handed it to the employee, specifically mentioning the amount of three thousand.

“Thank you for your charity, but the money isn’t for me.”

Wu Tong had always been abhorred by Hu Ting Song’s self-righteous way of doing things. This time was no exception, but she still forced herself to suppress her expression and return to normal. Public charity events were a good thing, and she didn’t want to start any incidents.

“It’s all the same, all the same.”

Hu Ting Song smiled and waved his hand, then turned around before noticing Meng Fan had been watching him. “You’re the guy who did the ‘thumbs up’ dance, right?”

With Meng Fan’s ‘presence’, Hu Ting Song had noticed him long ago. He also knew long ago that Meng Fan would often run with Wu Tong in the morning; It was just that he didn’t care about the likes of a fatty like Meng Fan. It was not like Wu Tong would ever like him!

But now, after seeing Meng Fan at the mini marathon event and seeing Wu Tong kindly handing him a tissue, Hu Ting Song felt a hint of threat.

Although it was just a little bit, Hu Ting Song felt like he needed to take advantage of the donation and put Meng Fan in his place, demonstrating how righteous he was.

He deliberately looked up and down at Meng Fan’s figure and said, “Buddy, you seem to be pretty good. You donated a bit too, right?”

Meng Fan chuckled and responded. “Yeah, I donated a bit, but I can’t compare to you.”

Meng Fan had decided from Wu Tong’s disgusted glares and Hu Ting Song’s brainless actions that he had no interest in dealing with the likes of him.

Hu Ting Song said loudly, “As long as charity is involved, more or fewer donations are all the same.”

Meng Fan gave him a big thumbs up. “You’re right.”

Then he quickly yanked Zhang Zhou Wei, who was just about to speak. At the same time, giving all the employees and running gods a look while shaking his head, warning them not to talk.

Some people did not deserve to know the truth.

If they were to find out, let it be later.