Chapter 38: This Otherworld Isn't Too Cold

  "If I didn't mishear, Old Saint Warrior, you said your purpose of buying land is to build an orphanage?"

  Saul interrupted the old holy warrior, his eyes looking somewhat curious.

  "Yes, I want to build an orphanage!"

  The old warrior nodded solemnly, then revealed a sorrowful and compassionate expression: "I have walked through the civilian slums, and all I saw were children who had lost their parents and also lost hope. They didn't have money to buy even the cheapest bread to fill their bellies, they didn't have anyone to take care of them and suffered from the bullying of evil people, they could only walk barefoot and shirtless in the dirty slums, allowing the rubble to pierce their tender skin... Mr. Solace, I dare not say more, if you go see for yourself, you will understand even clearer."

  "Old Saint Warrior, eleven million Lant is a huge sum of money, it can easily get you into the upper class of White Sand City and live the life of the highest quality."

  Sore nodded, indicating that he could actually understand the content described by the old holy warrior very clearly, but clarity and understanding are two completely different concepts.

  "Hmph——" The old saint warrior chuckled, and some inexplicable things floated in his eyebrows: "If I only lived for myself, I wouldn't be like this now. Moreover, someone once told me that dying in great wealth... is a shame."

  The old saint warrior paused for a moment, then pulled the topic back and urged: "Alright, Mr. Solace, can you get your butler to issue the storage receipt quickly?"

  "Asma, issue a deposit slip to Saint Warrior's account! From now on, all agency fees for any business transactions conducted by Saint Warrior's agents will be waived and paid from my personal account. Additionally, I will also transfer 20,000 Lanters from my account to Saint Warrior's account, which will be used entirely for the maintenance and operation of the orphanage."

  Sol looked at the old holy warrior with an expression that seemed to be one of reverence, and after instructing his butler, he bowed his head in greeting and asked: "Holy Warrior, although I met you this morning, I still don't know your name..."

  "Mr. Soles, thank you for your generosity! Countless orphans will benefit from this kind act of yours! You are the true noble!"

  The old holy warrior, rushing towards the blood clan banker Solace, made a strange gesture of clasping his hands together in a prayer-like manner. After finishing the gesture, he finally answered Solace's previous question: "You can call me Andrew, Andrew Carnegie."

  ……

  Sol's conversation with Old Saint Warrior caused another intense **—— among the onlookers.

  The words of Lao Sheng Wu Shi "To die in wealth is a shame" are enough to subvert the onlookers' concept of wealth.

  While Sol's generosity took out 20,000 Rands and injected them into the old Saint Warriors' account, successfully making the onlookers' last doubts about their bank funding chain disappear completely.

  Perfect!

  In Marlon's view, who was quietly standing by and serving as a background, both Solace and Old Saint Warrior were perfect paradigms in this conversation.

  They were clearly two Oscar-winning actors performing together on stage.

  However, Ma Long was more aware that Suo Er and Lao Sheng Wu Shi were not entirely acting, because at least the matter of building an orphanage on the edge of the civilian district with over a million Rant needed to be true.

  The false content is that the tens of millions of Rands were not Sols' charitable donations or Old Saint Warrior's book sales, but all were Marlon's... manuscript fees.

  Yes, from the very beginning, Ma Long had planned it this way!

  Ma Long doesn't care about fame or fortune, he just thinks that if his three-win plan succeeds, he can use a large part of the benefits he gets to help those poor war orphans, which is something he can and has the ability to do.

  "To die in wealth is a shame."

  This saying of Andrew Carnegie, the steel king of the world and a famous philanthropist, is indeed very much liked by Marlon.

  Otherwise, he would not have appeared in the Three Wins plan, playing the role of Old Saint Warrior Chriet-Rim, proclaiming this sentence and calling himself "Andrew Carnegie".

  Not everyone likes to be a bully who takes advantage of the benefits brought by crossing over, using violence, wealth and the number of women possessed to prove their success.

  At least, Ma Long didn't want it to be that way. He just wanted to live a high-quality life on Earth and, after satisfying his own needs, use the kindness and gentleness of his heart that had not been covered by indifference to genuinely help those in need, so they wouldn't sink into darkness without hope.

  It's time for someone to stand up and do something warm... isn't it?

  "Mr. Carnegie, I'll give a million rand too."

  He had been quietly playing a supporting role for half the day, allowing the Bloodline Banker Solace to take center stage, but finally spoke up: "This sum of money can only be used for the maintenance and operation of the orphanage."

  This sentence is also a winning phrase in the three-win plan, belonging to Ma Long's lines - not too much or too little, 10,000 rand, which naturally made Ma Long one of the main donors of the orphanage that was still on the lips, and also set off the generosity of Mr. Soles, the banker of the lower bloodline.

  However, the unexpected happened again. Before Ma Long's words had fallen, Lü Xiang, who was very close to Ma Long, suddenly spoke out.

  "Aiding the weak is in line with our Druidic teachings, so since I'm standing here, this charitable act that will be etched in history books, how can I be absent? Holy Warrior, your actions filled with love and justice, words filled with wisdom, make me, a Druid who prides himself on protecting nature's harmony, feel ashamed. So... I shall donate 50,000 gold coins!"

  Lorthok De'ruin Kanchitta-Bobberwin, a wealthy druid master, donated 50,000 gold coins with just one wave of his hand.

  The clinking gold coins that poured out of the spatial bag instantly made the 30,000-ran donation from Blood Clan Banker Sol and genius young author Marlon lose almost all its appeal.

  Alas...

  This Druid master is indeed an unexpected troublemaker.

  Malong looked at the blood clan banker with a very unsightly complexion, enduring without revealing a smile - Malong didn't care that his charitable brilliance was obscured, but the blood clan banker who was eager to restore his bank's credit was different.

  So, under Marlon's gaze, the blood-clan banker with a complexion like large intestine, gritted his teeth and loudly said: "Master Druid is so generous, it makes me feel that the previous donation amount was indeed too little, so I've decided to add more - 40,000 Lant special charity fund for the orphanage!"

  When Sorens heard that, gritting his teeth and reporting the additional 40,000 Rand donation, Malone finally couldn't help but reveal a satisfied smile.

  "Mr. Sol, you don't have to do this, although Mr. Carnegie just said that dying in great wealth is a shame, but as long as there is charity in your heart, the amount of donation doesn't matter at all!"

  Ma Long shouted loudly in praise.

  It's indeed like that. In order to make themselves appear the most attractive, in order to quickly restore the bank's credibility, it seems that the Blood Clan Bankers can only do so.

  The 20,000 rand donation previously reported by Sol was Marlon's money.

  But now these 40,000 roubles added to the good deed, eh? — Of course, Solsky would have to contribute them himself.

  In any case, the extra R900 000 was a welcome bonus for Malan, which he could use to help even more war orphans.

  Moreover, after Sores announced the addition of 40,000 Rand in donations, some onlookers who still had kindness and compassion in their hearts were moved by Marlon's loud praise to stand up.

  "As long as there is kindness in one's heart, the amount of donation doesn't matter at all... Well said! Although I'm not rich, I still want to donate. Although I only have sixty rand seven pulas and three cents on me. Uh, I'll keep the last three cents, otherwise I won't have enough money for bus fare."

  The first one to come out was a stout dog-headed man with a brain that looked 60% human and 40% like a bulldog, who was easily infected by emotions and was now excitedly flushed red in the face.

  No one mocks a fat-headed dog, leave three pennies for bus fare.

  Because there were more onlookers who also came forward——

  "I'll give nineteen rand!"

  "Sorry, I only have seven rand and four cents..."

  "I also have children, for the sake of the children, I donate 22 rand!"

  ……

  Looking at the onlookers and the enthusiastic donors, Ma Long's mind involuntarily emerged with such an idea -

  Huh, this otherworld isn't too cold.

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  Well, the Gaokao has ended. I hope all of you who took the exam will pass with flying colors and get into your dream university! Don't end up like a certain wizard, who slipped up and became a miserable coding worker.

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