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Xu Fan!

Zhao Quan Hai was very familiar with this name. After all, he knew very well the relationship between his child and Xu Fan. Moreover, Xu Fan was in the disaster area at the moment and they had met not long ago, so how could he not be familiar with him?

His first thought was that the two people were definitely not the same person.

So after he finished reading Xu Fan's information, he immediately called his son: "Feiyang, you said before that Xu Fan participated in a variety show, what was it called again?"

Zhao Feiyang asked, somewhat puzzled, "The Coming One? What's wrong, Dad?"

Zhao Quan Hai then asked, "Was that song 'Xiao Chou' sung by him?"

Zhao Feiyang said somewhat helplessly, "Haven't I told you several times? You keep listening to that song, and it was indeed written by Xu Fan."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Quan Hai stared at the transfer slip on his computer in disbelief.

One is worth 20 million, and the other is worth 1 million.

These two sets of data are from the same account, but the signatures are the same.

Moreover, the messages were extremely similar: although the wording was different, the general meaning was the same: please use the donations where they should be used, and do not deduct anything in the process.

Zhao Quan Hai felt confident he could do it, but just in case, he would also impose restrictions on the people at the Red Heart Charity Foundation.

If there's any difference between the two transfers...

The reason Zhao Quan Hai was so surprised was that the explanation for the first 20 million yuan transfer included Xu Fan's personal information and details about his participation in variety shows.

Not long ago, he rejected Xu Fan's donation because he thought it was only a few hundred yuan.

Moreover, his mother is still in the hospital.

The other transfer of one million, although signed by Xu Fan, was specifically noted as an anonymous donation.

This is a special donation channel for the Red Heart Charity Foundation.

You can donate using your real name, but you can also specify that you are anonymous. The foundation will choose whether or not to remain anonymous based on the donor's wishes.

All of this remained buried in Zhao Quan Hai's heart; he always wanted an answer.

Friday arrived, and Xu Fan's five-day volunteer experience had to come to an end due to a phone call from the "The Coming One" program team.

As he was leaving, Zhao Quan Hai wanted to ask Xu Fan several times, but he didn't know how to bring it up.

As Xu Fan was leaving, he specifically pulled Zhao Quan Hai aside and said, "Uncle, a few days ago I donated 100 million yuan to the Red Heart Charity Foundation. Remember to remain anonymous. I told you because I hope you can use this money for those in need."

In fact, Xu Fan was conflicted. One million was an astronomical figure for him before. He was neither a charity ambassador nor a living Buddha or immortal. For him, even tens of thousands of yuan had to be spent carefully.

He even felt that splitting a dollar in half to spend was his true feeling, but the difference was that he had no money back then, while now he has at least ten million. This money didn't come from thin air, but it has a big purpose: to treat his mother's illness.

If he hadn't truly felt the pain the disaster brought to people in the disaster area, if he hadn't seen those children weeping over their dead relatives, if he hadn't seen the mudslides that turned countless houses into ruins, he might have just donated a few thousand yuan to express his feelings.

He's not a saint; he's even somewhat selfish and greedy.

But he also had to admit that he was emotional and that he was deeply moved by the scenes in the disaster area.

One million is one-tenth of ten million. It's not much for those big stars, but for him it's a huge sum of money, a loss he feels, and he's heartbroken, but he's not unwilling to part with it.

That's why he specifically pulled Zhao Quan Hai aside to remind him of this matter before leaving, hoping that his good intentions could truly be put into practice.

Upon hearing Xu Fan mention it, Zhao Quan Hai asked with some concern, "Fan Fan, this is 21 million. I don't know where you got it from, but your mother's condition..."

Xu Fan exclaimed in surprise: "Twenty-one million?"

Zhao Quan Hai nodded and said, "That's right, one transaction is 20 million, and another is 1 million. That adds up to 21 million. What do you mean by that?"

Xu Fan shook his head and said, "Uncle, you must be mistaken. It's only one million."

Zhao Quan Hai asked doubtfully, "Absolutely not. I've checked many times and I'm sure it's 21 million. But even if it's 1 million, where would you get so much money?"

Xu Fan felt a pang of heartache, but still smiled and said, "I like writing songs, you know. I made some money selling the broadcasting rights to two songs a while ago. Don't worry, I'll definitely save the money for my mom's medical treatment."

The ten million yuan from Penguin Music has arrived.

This price of ten million is after tax, but it's a solid 1000 million.

He donated one million, then left five million in the hospital, and currently has four million left.

He kept all the money untouched, not even going into any larger restaurants, intending to use it for his mother's medical treatment.

He didn't know if it was enough or not, but he believed he could earn more money as soon as possible.

And now, the children and those suffering in the disaster area also need this money.

Zhao Quan Hai nodded, still puzzled, and asked, "It's good that you've thought it through. But since you only donated 1 million, who donated the other 20 million in your name?"

Xu Fan also looked puzzled and asked Zhao Quan Hai with some confusion, "I still think it's impossible. Did you get the name wrong?"

Xu Fan racked his brains but still couldn't figure out how another account could have donated 20 million yuan in his name. 20 million yuan was such a huge amount.

Zhao Quan Hai said, "The key point is that the notes contain all your information and mean that it is public."

Xu Fan frowned, his mind racing with speculation.

I can't figure out who would donate money in their own name.

In the end, he could only say, "Uncle, don't make the 20 million public yet. If anyone questions it, just say that Xu Fan himself confirmed that it doesn't need to be made public."

Zhao Quan Hai shook his head and said, "This matter is not that simple. Charitable donations must be open and transparent. Go back and think carefully about who would donate a huge sum of 20 million for you."

Xu Fan agreed, and on the way to Jincheng, he received a call from Director Wang of the Tomorrow's Son program.

On the other end of the phone, Director Wang said, "Xu Fan, your news coverage has been so high these past two days, it's really putting me, the director, in a difficult position!"

Xu Fan asked with some confusion, "Director Wang, what makes you say that?"

Director Wang sighed helplessly and said, "I don't know whether to be happy or sad. Your 'Sorrow' has become a hit across the internet. Even people who don't know about the 'The Coming One' variety show have started paying attention to it."

Xu Fan said, "This is a good thing, why are you still sad?"

Director Wang said, "These past few days, you went to Zhoushan, Gansu Province to do volunteer work, and you've become a sensation online again. Your fans are really impressed with you, and your popularity is almost surpassing that of our 'The Coming One'."

Xu Fan said awkwardly, "Oh, Director Wang, you're joking. I was just doing what I was supposed to do."

Director Wang was at a loss for words, so he said, "I called you to tell you that the final battle of Tomorrow's Son will begin on Saturday night. You need to pre-order at least two songs and remember to send them to the production team."

Xu Fan knew this process; there absolutely couldn't be any problems during the live stream, so it was only right to select the song in advance. He said, "I'll select the song in advance and send it over, don't worry."

"Looks like you've got it figured out. Okay, see you later."

After hanging up the phone, Xu Fan pondered with some doubt.

See you later? We haven't met yet!

After thinking it over, Xu Fan realized that he had never actually met the director of this program before, which left him speechless.

After all, Xu Fan would leave the recording site before the production team could react after each competition.

After making all the necessary preparations, Xu Fan arrived in Jincheng, took a taxi to the airport, and then boarded a plane bound for Zhonghai.

Before boarding the plane, Xu Fan received a strange text message from Xia Ziling.

The text message was simple: "I heard you're coming back. I'll wait for you."

The inexplicable text message left Xu Fan speechless, but it didn't matter to him.

Ignore it.

Sitting on the plane, he turned off his phone and closed his eyes.

In his mind, countless song information from the Favor Value Mall appeared, and he prepared to decide on the song for the competition as soon as possible.

The song "Old Boy" that was awarded before is one of them, so what song should we choose for the other one?

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===Chapter 34 I'm Not Short of Money===

He browsed through all the songs in the Favor Value Mall.

He saw countless classic hit songs and sincerely marveled at the geniuses in another parallel world, wondering what kind of feelings they had to write such beautiful songs.

He felt like he was getting indecisive from watching so much.

There are countless good songs, and they need a lot of popularity.

Although you can't hear the song lyrics directly, you can still feel the difference between each song by reading the description.

It took Xu Fan a full four hours to travel from Jincheng to Zhonghai. Finally, just as he was about to land, he found the song he wanted to sing.

A song that requires using up 500,000 of my own favor points.

After buying the song, he couldn't help but hum it.

As the lyrics appeared in the depths of his mind, he knew very well that this song was truly beautiful.

But because of this, he suddenly missed his mother.

So after getting off the plane, he planned to go to the hospital as soon as possible.

But to his surprise, as soon as he arrived at the arrivals area, he saw a girl standing there quietly.

She stood with her hands behind her back, her hair tied in a small ponytail, smiling as she looked at him.

The style has changed drastically.

This seems a bit different from the usual art style!

"Miss Xia, you seem a bit different today!"

"Really? Or probably not?"

Xu Fan frowned, his mind racing, wondering if there was something wrong with this girl.

How did you know I was coming back today?

"That's none of your concern. I'll come pick you up. Now, tell me, how are you going to thank me?"

"Hey, I didn't ask you to pick me up."

"Oh! You mean I was just being presumptuous?"

"Why not?"

"Look here! The big star Xu Fan is making noises!"

Unable to say it in the end, Xu Fan went up and covered Xia Ziling's mouth, quickly pulling her away.

This girl's style has changed drastically in just a few days!