Peerless Cupid System

Ning Xian'er acted swiftly afterward.

Once inside the supermarket, she used the remaining few dozen yuan to buy a piece of red paper, two crudely made red vests, and a red baseball cap.

She wrapped the cardboard box with red paper, then cut an opening in it, making it look like a donation box.

Ling Ziqian sensed something was wrong. When he saw Ning Xian'er borrow a marker and write the words "donation" on the cardboard box, Ling Ziqian's vision went black!

"Hey, are you trying to scam me?" Ling Ziqian shouted excitedly. "Fundraising events require an application, right? What you're doing is illegal!"

“If we don’t do this, we’ll all starve to death!” Ning Xian’er’s answer was simple. She pointed to the two large bags of dolls and said, “I won’t let the people who invested money suffer losses.”

Ling Ziqian's face darkened. "If someone puts in a hundred yuan, are you going to give them a five-cent toy?"

Ning Xian'er shook her head, "I know it's wrong to lie, so I'll limit the amount. I'll donate a maximum of five yuan. It can be less, but not more!"

As she spoke, Ning Xian'er wrote the words "Five Yuan for Love" on the red paper.

She also wrote some articles about raising New Year's gifts for impoverished students in mountainous areas.

Ling Ziqian stood to the side, too frustrated to speak.

He could only mutter to himself, "See? This is what they call getting something for nothing. She sold something worth five cents for five dollars!"

Huan Yue suddenly realized, "Looks like I wasn't wrong when I used to call capitalists vampires!"

Soon, Ning Xian'er had filled the donation box with her writing. Her handwriting was beautiful and made people feel good about her.

"I know this is wrong, but I will keep my promise when I get back," Ning Xian'er said, putting away her pen.

"What promise?" Ling Ziqian asked, puzzled.

Ning Xian'er pointed to the donation box, which read "Students in mountainous areas and New Year's gifts".

Okay, Ling Ziqian nodded. Once the princess returns home, a single sentence will be enough to ensure that the students in the mountainous area receive gifts.

The two men put on red vests and hats and stood at a busy intersection in Machu City.

Ning Xian'er held the donation box, while Ling Ziqian was in charge of distributing dolls to the donors.

Ling Ziqian thought that such a move would arouse suspicion from others.

He hadn't expected that, since the two of them were dressed so formally and looked like students, almost no one suspected anything.

Several middle-aged women passing by saw the five-yuan donation box and immediately each took out five yuan and put it in.

Ling Ziqian quickly offered the dolls, and the older women seemed to be in a good mood.

An old man walked over and pulled out ten yuan. Ling Ziqian quickly waved his hand at him, "Grandpa, five yuan will do!"

The old man chuckled. "Hey, you think my donation is too much?"

Ling Ziqian awkwardly lied and made up an excuse, "Giving charity is not just about one person contributing more money. Even if one person took out all their wealth, it wouldn't be as good as everyone contributing a little."

The old man nodded in sudden realization, "That's true, but I still want to donate ten yuan. If possible, could you give me two dolls? I have twin granddaughters at home."

Ling Ziqian quickly handed over the two dolls.

The conversation between the two of them was overheard by some people.

Some people don't believe in superstitions, don't trust Ling Ziqian and his group, and won't accept donations of more than five yuan.

A portly man pulled out a bright red banknote and stuffed it into the donation box. Ning Xian'er quickly stepped back, and Ling Ziqian immediately stepped forward to stop him.

"I'm doing this to show my love for the children in the mountains!" the portly man said matter-of-factly.

"Everyone has their own difficulties. Just do what you can. There's no need to spend too much!" Ling Ziqian explained, sweating profusely. In reality, he was just feeling guilty.

But to their surprise, the more they tried to stop them, the more frantic the people on the street became.

In the past, when people solicited donations, they would wish that others would donate all the money in their wallets, however much they had.

This is the first time anyone has encountered a situation where the fundraiser has actually tried to stop people from donating more than they should have.

Everyone who donated praised Ling Ziqian and Ning Xian'er for their conscience.

Ling Ziqian felt extremely guilty and embarrassed. He wanted to pull Ning Xian'er away and run away quickly, but he couldn't do that.

The donation box says "Five Yuan for Love," but no one actually donates five yuan; everyone puts fifty or one hundred yuan into the box.

Ling Ziqian kept bowing and thanking him.

I stood on the street for an afternoon, gave away all the dolls, and filled the donation box to the brim with money.

Ling Ziqian rolled his eyes at Ning Xian'er. She had the money, but not her conscience…

Episode 36: Havoc in the Heavenly Palace

Chapter 281 Meeting the person I least want to see!

Ling Ziqian and Ning Xian'er did not leave the street until evening.

The two walked to a secluded corner and took off their red vests.

He threw the vest on the ground. Ling Ziqian sat on the ground in a very unladylike manner.

Ling Ziqian was exhausted after standing all afternoon.

Ning Xian'er also sat down, her legs trembling, clearly exhausted.

Feeling guilty, they looked around but didn't see anyone. The two of them then opened the donation box and counted the money inside.

It took half an hour to count the money in the donation box, which totaled 6,483 yuan.

All the plush toys were given away. If we calculate based on 300 people donating, that's an average donation of 22 yuan per person.

One hundred and fifty yuan turned into more than six thousand yuan in just one afternoon!

If this were a business deal, it would be incredibly insane.

But this isn't business; it's deception that takes advantage of someone's good intentions!

This made Ling Ziqian very uncomfortable, and he pondered how to eliminate the guilt in his heart.

Ning Xian'er spoke up, "Don't feel guilty. I will definitely make it up to the students in the mountainous area after I go back."

Ling Ziqian nodded and sighed, "That's you. I should do something about it."

Ning Xian'er remained silent, and the two fell into silence.

After resting for a while, Ling Ziqian made a decision. He stood up, intending to leave. "Here's the money. Six thousand yuan is enough for half a month's living expenses, averaging four hundred yuan a day. That should be enough for you, right?"

Ning Xian'er was surprised. She looked at Ling Ziqian nervously, "What about you? You probably don't have any money on you, right?"

"Yes!" Ling Ziqian smiled smugly. "After I got off the bus, three people tried to rob me, but they ended up losing money instead."

“Then…” Ning Xian’er didn’t know what to say.

"I'm leaving. Take care of yourself."

Ling Ziqian turned and left without looking back.

To be honest, it would be somewhat dangerous to leave a princess like Ning Xian'er alone in Machu City.

Ling Ziqian wasn't lacking in gentlemanly manners. It was just that he extremely disliked Ning Xian'er's methods of making money.

All afternoon, Ling Ziqian felt his conscience slowly slipping away.

Now, if someone looks at him while he walks down the street, Ling Ziqian feels his cheeks burning.

He doesn't have the thick skin or the complacency of a capitalist.

After crossing several streets, Ling Ziqian saw a disheveled mother and daughter kneeling on the ground in a pitiful state.

In front of them lay a tattered piece of white paper, on which was written that her husband had been injured at work and was now paralyzed in bed, and that her child was still young, her health was also poor, and the whole family was facing disintegration, which was why they had to beg on the street.

Many people watched from the sidelines, pointing and whispering, accusing the mother and daughter of being liars.

There were only a few coins scattered in front of them.

Looking at the mother and daughter, dressed in dirty and tattered clothes, their faces were somewhat similar, so they must be mother and daughter.

Ling Ziqian really wanted them to be liars, not as miserable as written on the paper.

But whether what's written on the paper is true or false, no one is willing to kneel on the ground in humiliation and beg.

Ling Ziqian took out 600 yuan from his pocket, hesitated for a moment, then took out 500 yuan and placed it in front of the mother and daughter.

People around immediately shouted to Ling Ziqian, urging him to hand over his money and not to be fooled, saying that the two men were swindlers!

Ling Ziqian smiled bitterly to himself, realizing that he was the one who was lying, and that the mother and daughter must have had some unavoidable reason for kneeling on the street.

Upon seeing the brand-new five hundred yuan note, the mother and daughter immediately kowtowed to express their gratitude, but Ling Ziqian hurriedly stopped them.

The mother was in tears, her eyes were already red and swollen from crying, and her dirty cheeks were full of grievance.

The little girl was only three or four years old and didn't understand what she was doing. Her face was dirty, but her clear black and white eyes were full of innocence.

Ling Ziqian couldn't help but reach out and pat the little girl's head.

The little girl smiled at Ling Ziqian, and said shyly, "Thank you, brother."

Her clear voice amplified the guilt in Ling Ziqian's heart.

Ling Ziqian stood up and issued an order to Huan Yue, "Turn all 32 points of my ambiguity points into money."

Huan Yue was surprised, "You want to give them the money? Aren't you afraid they're scammers?"

At this moment, the mother and daughter stood up and left the street. The onlookers all shouted that they had finished their work and would continue to scam people in another place.

Ling Ziqian couldn't help but follow behind the mother and daughter, wanting to confirm their identities.

The mother and daughter walked further and further into the remote area. They came to a place that was practically a garbage dump, and opened a simple hut built with asbestos tiles.

As Ling Ziqian walked over, he smelled a strong aroma of Chinese medicine.

Through the crack in the door, you could see a person lying inside.

The mother and daughter hadn't lied, and Ling Ziqian felt extremely distressed.

The ambiguous value was converted into RMB, a full 32,000 yuan.

Ling Ziqian stuffed a thick wad of money into the crack in the door and knocked.

Footsteps came from inside, and Ling Ziqian quickly left.

He hadn't walked far when he heard shouts behind him. Ling Ziqian turned around, smiled, and waved to his disheveled mother.