Chapter 87 - Group Photo God (1/2)

Meng Fan only mentioned donating 50,000 to his netizens. It wasn’t up for discussion, and he didn’t need their permission.

He opened WeChat. He found the Shan Jin charity fund’s homepage and entered the amount of donations through the donations page. He clicked confirm, then went through the fingerprint verification process. Donation successful. The ‘thank-you’ message indicated that his donation receipt would be mailed through the address he had previously filled out.

This wasn’t Meng Fan’s first time donating to Shan Jin’s charity fund. Of course, all the previous donations did not add up to this one.

“He really is a vulgar tycoon, donating 50,000 so casually!”

“666!”

“8th station’s money hasn’t been distributed, but Meng fatty is someone with deep pockets!”

“He compensated 14,000!”

“Hahaha, next time Meng host wants donations, will you still send gifts or not?!”

“For the first time in history, I am worried for the host when he receives a gift!”

“More like your flesh hurts!”

“Other people become streamers to make money, Meng boss became a streamer to distribute money!”

Bam, bam, bam!

After Meng Fan’s donation, a few more C spot halos appeared in the stream alongside a barrage of live comments.

“This is subsidized welfare for the host, hahaha!”

Meng Fan waited for the C spot halo’s effect to wear off then spoke to the camera. “My run is over, and donations have been made. That’s all the stream will entail for the holidays. Thank you guys for watching; no more like following! The next few days, I probably won’t be streaming. I leave for Hangzhou on the 7th, so I’ll stream on the 8th at the latest. I will let you know the exact time when the date approaches. I’m going to rest well tonight and go see Shan Jin brother tomorrow!”

He paused for a moment then added another sentence, “I will try to take tons of photos from the concert. If you guys are interested, I’ll show it to you later.”

Meng Fan was eager to share his favorite singer with everyone.

“Logging off, bye bye.”

Meng Fan logged off then said to the dozen or so fickle netizens next to him, “Do you guys have time for lunch? I’m gonna go shower, then I’ll treat you guys to lunch. You can pick a spot, but I hope it’s near Xujiahui if possible. Is that okay?”

Seeing everyone nod in agreement, he added one of them on WeChat. He then hailed a cab and headed out first.

He told him the location, then gave Meng Cai Wei a call.

“Are you still sleeping? I’m in Shanghai. I’m coming to your place now. Are you home?”

Meng Fan had Meng Cai Wei’s gate password, so he could get in regardless. He only called to remind her.

Ten minutes later, Meng Fan appeared at Meng Cai Wei’s front gate. He pressed the doorbell, then entered using the fingerprint unlock mechanism.

“My God, how did you get so skinny!”

“My God, how did you get so fat!”

Upon meeting, the siblings uttered the same sentence, with only a one-word difference.

Meng Cai Wei looked at the tanned and slimmer Meng Fan and shouted. A pair of good-looking eyes looked back at her, full of wonder.

Meng Fan looked at the Meng Cai Wei who had gained more than a little flub and pretended to be surprised. Before being reincarnated, he had known that she received a role that required her to gain thirty pounds. He had also seen her with 20 extra pounds before.

“I’m sacrificing myself for art!”

Meng Cai Wei responded simply. She didn’t try to justify her fatness, let alone inferiority. She revolved a few circles around Meng Fan; her eyes turned red. “My god, you’re so thin you’re almost skin and bone!”

“You’re so fat you’re almost two people!”

Meng Fan changed into some slippers and walked inside.

Meng Cai Wei closed the door and followed after Meng Fan. “Did you really run here from Hangzhou? Fan bro, what trauma did you go through? Are you really trying to lose weight? But the chub is so cute, wouldn’t it be a shame to lose it? I can tolerate you being tan, but I can’t tolerate you being skinny!”

Although she said this, Meng Cai Wei was still rather happy seeing Meng Fan’s evident weight loss.

Of course, the body was also honest. She ran off to the kitchen and came out with a ton of high-calorie food. Shen then looked at Meng Fan, and her heart started aching. “When you come to your big sister’s, you gotta supplement yourself. All of this is my weight gain food, tasty and nourishing!”

Meng Fan looked at the sugar-glazed bananas, fried crispy chicken leg, sea duck eggs, french fries, cookies, chocolate… To be honest, it was heartwarming, but he thought about it and held back.