Nie Longjiao put her thoughts into action and walked towards the kitchen after she finished reciting the bank account number to the fat guy from the construction company, looking for any usable cardboard items.
"Where are you going?" Xiao Feng asked.
Nie Longjiao explained her idea, but Xiao Feng responded with a laugh, "Is that really necessary?"
He then stood on the stone table and raised his voice, "Ladies and gentlemen, for the sake of efficiency, I'll post the bank account number in the group chat. Anyone interested in donating can simply transfer the funds using the account number.
Whether and how much to donate is entirely at your own discretion.
Don't feel ashamed to donate a hundred thousand, and don't feel shy to donate ten bucks; if you can, donate a little... ahem, getting off track."
Everyone couldn't help but chuckle; what's with this spiel like a street performer?
