Lucas Shen left CCTV and stood on the street, looking up at the night sky for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking. After about three or four minutes, he sighed, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. This flood actually happened a year earlier than in another world, and there was one more event recorded in history in 1997.
"Huh!" Smoke came out of Lucas Shen's mouth. He didn't drive, but got here by Zhou Yan's car. He stopped a taxi on the side of the road and returned to the courtyard.
In Shishan Township, at Uncle Lucas Shen's home, the whole family gathered around the TV to watch CCTV's disaster relief gala, but the atmosphere was a bit weird at this time. No one spoke, and the expressions on their faces were as if they had seen a ghost.
"Mom, mom..." Finally, Shen Liang broke the strange silence, "You... you saw it, that was Shen Erchuan just now, he donated 3 billion, 3 billion."
"Gulp!" Shen Tong's throat rolled and he swallowed. "Three billion, that's a lot of money. If you give it to us, we won't have to do anything in our lives. No, even 300 million will be fine."
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