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Wang Jianhua paused for a moment, could it be that his son really donated it?

Where did he get so much money?

Although his son had signed a contract before, the amount was far from 1 million, not to mention that he had spent so much himself.

"Can you check the donation account for me?"

Huang Jianhua asked.

"Sir, we want to keep our customers confidential, sorry, but I can tell you. The incoming account is from abroad."

When Wang Jianhua heard this, he knew that it was probably donated by his son.

As for how the money came from, he believed it must have come from the right path.

Thinking about it this way, he became more at ease, and immediately took pictures of the two donation slips totaling 1 million and posted them on Weibo.

As for the rest, he didn't say a word.

Soon, the number of retweets on this Weibo exceeded [-].

And the number of comments below quickly exceeded [-].

"Let me just say, how could Brother Yi not donate."

"1 million, I'll go, this is more than those companies donate."

"Brother Yi, you're a big deal."

"Those who said Brother Yi didn't donate before, come out and take two steps."

So the topic of Wang Yi's donation of 1 million was once again topped the top of the list of hot searches.

This made Wang Yi's fans startled.

As for those sunspots, they retreated temporarily.

But soon there was another wave of rhythm.

"As far as I know, Wang Yi's salary this year is only 500 million U.S. dollars. Even with the Huawei endorsement contract and the money he earned in China, it is impossible for him to exceed [-] million U.S. dollars. Moreover, his expenses there are too high. Not small, he bought a liquid nitrogen freezer, which is not cheap. There are also his personal trainer, personal doctor, and personal nutritionist, each of which costs a lot of money."

"So how could he have more than 1 million donations?"

"In other words, the 1 million yuan donation slip is absolutely fake."

As soon as this remark came out, it once again sparked heated discussions.

The topic of "Wang Yi's fake donation slip" was once again on the top of the hot search list.

There are also various comments below.

"I see, it's a waste of my feelings."

"In order to watch Brother Yi's game, I also became a member, and my membership money will be refunded."

"Oh, there are really everyone in this world."

At this time, the leader of the navy, Dragon King, looked at this Weibo hot search, and his whole face was in a daze.

He just hired the navy to bring the first wave of rhythm.

Because he knew that Wang Yi was named and praised by the official media, he was very restrained.

Now the second wave of rhythm came suddenly, who the hell brought it up?

And it seems that it is getting worse and worse. If this is found out in the future, I am afraid that even I will be implicated.

333 Death with Rhythm

At this moment, the Dragon King was worried.

If this fucker is investigated, he will not be able to escape the responsibility.

Who the hell brought the second wave of rhythm is too brainless.

The donation slip is clearly written in black and white, and the official seal is also clearly stamped. Does Brother Yi dare to forge the official seal?

That's against the law.

Brother Yi is not so brainless.

Did the guy with the rhythm eat his mother's poo?

Did brother Xiang swallow all the poop that he didn't eat?

The Dragon King scratched his head in annoyance.

The already messy hair became more messy.

He stood up and paced the room quickly.

After about 5 minutes, he initially calmed down.

He lit a cigarette and continued to pace slowly.

Until the moonlight outside the window has landed on his computer desk.

This is the beginning of some clues.

In order to prevent himself from being affected, he had to find out the rhythmic person first.

Ever since, he quickly returned to the computer desk, typing with his ten fingers on the computer rapidly.

A string of codes flew quickly on the computer screen.

After just over 10 minutes, he found the IP address of the guy who originally played the second wave.

"This guy is too amateur."

The Dragon King smiled disdainfully.

"Dare to come out and play the rhythm like this, either the brain is stuffed with poop, or the brain is pulled out when pooping."

At this point, he laughed again—laughing at his own sense of humor.

His hands continued to tap in front of the screen.

After a moment, however, he frowned slightly.