I donated 100 million at the beginning

At that time, the freedom of instant noodles can be realized.

To eat instant noodles, I not only need to add two eggs, but also add a sausage.

To be more extravagant, add a bag of mustard.

within the author group.

Soon a big boss came out to take over the place.

"2481545.25 dollars."

"I was lucky last month and sold an adapted version of the game."

The author group, thousands of authors, instantly turned into little fans.

"Amazing, 240 million! One apartment a month!"

"Big brother begging for leg hair."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"Boss, when will we go to get the certificate, I have already thought about the name of the child."

"Wow, so much money, I can only see it during the Ching Ming Festival."

"Boss, report your location, I'll rush over overnight to warm your bed."

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"Boss, please help." Hu Yibao was filled with emotion, and sent a message.

After closing the author group, Hu Yibao returned to his own background as a writer.

Click to open.

Inquire about manuscript fees.

The manuscript fees for the past twelve months are arranged in order from top to bottom.

February 20: 2 yuan.

February 20: 3 yuan.

February 21: 1 yuan.

The numbers stand out.

It was reflected in Hu Yibao's pupils.

stimulated his nerves.

Twelve months of manuscript fees add up.

Not enough for a big breakfast.

"It's really a headache!"

"I can't hold on anymore!"

"Writing a book really can only rely on love to generate electricity."

Hu Yibao sat on a chair, recalling today's interview.

"It would be great if I could get rich overnight."

"Even if you let me experience what it's like to be a billionaire, that's fine!"

"Ding!"

The phone vibrates, it's a text message from China Post Bank.

Hu Yibao came back to his senses, picked up his phone, and looked at it.

"Bank card received: 100000000 yuan, balance: 100000304.46 yuan."

Chapter 2 I Donate It All

One billion!

No!

No!

I have never seen such a long number on Qingming Festival.

Hu Yibao looked at the balance of the bank card, and counted the numbers one by one on the numbers that were longer than the password of the bank card with his fingers.

"Minutes, angles, decimal points, ones, tens of millions, billions!"

"Count again!"

"minute, angle, decimal point, one, ten"

After counting twice, I was finally sure.

"One hundred million has really come!"

When things go wrong, there must be a system.

As a street-striking author, Hu Yibao has been influenced by various systems all year round, and has a strong ability to accept the system.

"system!"

Hu Yibao was expecting and read silently.

"I'm here!"

Sure enough, a cold voice rang in Hu Yibao's mind.

It really is a system! !

Hu Yibao's heart trembled.

Here comes the system.

Give [-] million at the beginning.

Your life is about to reach its peak.