How Did I Become a God

　　 "Jinggao, haha, hello, hello. Shanhuo thing, ah, you're welcome."

　　 Jing Gao took his mobile phone and said a few words to Bai Xingguo by the window of the study, explaining his intention: "Mr. Bai, I plan to donate a sum of money to my alma mater for scholarship. I wonder if you can help to get a line?"

　　 Bai Xingguo suppressed his inner surprise, and said with a smile: "Of course it's okay. The alumni association and the Education Fund Development Office can I ask for you?"

"Okay!"

　　 Bai Xingguo paused and said, "Jing Xuedi, do you have any projects to cooperate with the school? It's best to come out before donating."

　　 He said it more tactfully.

　　 He's not a sweet wife who doesn't understand anything like that. How can anyone donate money to the "alma mater" casually? There will always be some demand, whether it is fame or fortune.

Jing Gao said frankly: "That's it. I have a venture capital company. I want to cooperate with our Jingxin University to organize a'college student entrepreneurship competition' for universities throughout Beijing. Of course, the focus is to train our students, School girl."

　　 Bai Xingguo understood, and tentatively said: "Then...Jing, how much do you plan to donate? No other meaning, I know the number so I can communicate with the school."

　　 Jing Gao said lightly: "Ten million!"

　　 "hiss..."

　　 Bai Xingguo took a breath in his heart, slightly lost in surprise. Generous. Great! Jingxin University has not received such a large individual donation in the past five years.

　　 Tens of millions to buy a house and ten million donations are completely two concepts. He definitely underestimated Jing Gao's wealth.

　　 More than ten seconds later, Bai Xingguo came back to his senses, "Okay. Jing Xuedi, you wait for my message. I promise to do it properly for you."

　　 He couldn't hold back after all, and directly expressed his opinion to Jing Gao.

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　　 hung up, Bai Xingguo embraced Wei Caiyan and kissed him excitedly.

　　 "Hey, I'm 30 years old." In the evening on the forest road, a student was watching this scene with biubiu eyes, and Wei Caiyan pinched her husband shyly.

　　 Holding hands, he asked as he walked, "What's the matter, isn't it because Jing Gao called you back? As for being so excited?"

　　 Bai Xingguo grinned, and said in his wife's ear: "Jing Gao intends to donate 10 million to Jingxin University, and ask me to help with this."

　　 "How much? I...go!"

　　 Wei Caiyan exploded with a foul language. No matter how official she is, Xiaobai understands what this means to her husband. With a charming turn of his eyes, he said softly: "Mr. Bai, the concubine just said something wrong."

　　 Bai Xingguo raised his head and laughed. The little taste of his wife makes him very satisfied.

　　 Wei Caiyan shook her husband's arm and said softly, "Xingguo, can I talk to Lanlan now?" She couldn't bear to watch her girlfriend jump into the pit.

　　 Lan Lan called yesterday, apparently dissatisfied with Jing Gao, new hatred and old hatred stacked on top of each other. But look at Jing Gao's current momentum? Sisters, this is dangerous!

　　 Bai Xingguo said sternly: "No, wait a few more days. I'll talk about it when I get it done."

　　 Wei Caiyan said: "Okay." She still knows the future of her girlfriend and her husband very clearly.

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　　 After Jing Gao finished the conversation with Teacher Bai, the last ray of afterglow of the setting sun disappeared in the sky. He breathed out gently, and felt relieved in his heart.

　　 Venture capital companies open up the situation, start with Jingxin University.

　　 He does a lot of things today: renting an office, recruiting. The beginning of the venture capital company's opening.

　　 I should take a break tomorrow.

　　 At this time, Anthony happened to bring the restaurant’s chef to the dining cart to bring the dinner up.

　　 "Mr. Well, do you want to eat now?"

"Ok."

　　 Jing Gao ordered Anthony to dine in the dining room of the suite. After dinner, call "Glory of the King" with a new mobile phone. Alias: King Pesticide.

　　The hottest competitive game in these years is undoubtedly the "League of Legends". However, his level is indeed a cuisine, he was a bronze rank in college. Moreover, the League of Legends round is slightly longer.

　　 He therefore loves the "Glory of the King" on the phone even more.

　　 Since working, it is indeed difficult for him to find a large amount of time to sit in front of the computer and play "League of Legends".

　　The King Pesticide is a fast-to-learn, low entry barrier, and time-fragmented game, but I play a few occasionally. The rank is gold.

　　 "The enemy has five seconds to reach the battlefield!"

　　 Jing Gaoxian banned the scolding and accusing teammates. He was controlling the "monkey" out of sight and heart. He had just knocked down a hero on the opposite side, the phone interface was stuck, and a WeChat message popped up.

　　 Then, he saw the screen grayed out. His "monkey" died.

I go.

　　 Your uncle's.

　　 "Brother, you are finally online. Take me, take me to pretend to take me to fly."

　　 The message was sent by the little cousin of my aunt’s family. The first grade of junior high school. Therefore, he can be forced to play in this golden rank!

　　 Jing Gao can't laugh or cry, can't be angry with the little friends, and replied: "I will send you Li Bai's skin later. I'm busy."

　　 After playing a game in ten minutes, of course he won. He recharged and bought a 28.8 yuan "Fan Haixin" skin as a gift to his little cousin.

　　It is said that the glory of the king depends on the skin to make a lot of money.

　　 hit two more, Jing Gao felt that dinner was over, and went to the swimming pool of the hotel on the first floor to swim. He exercised for three or four days, UU reading www.uukanshu. com's weight has dropped significantly. Physical strength and endurance are enhanced.

　　 An hour and a half later, Jing Gao came back to take a shower and changed her dressing gown. The pure and sweet Miss An An was already waiting in the living room wearing a light pink dress uniform.

　　 An An's eyebrows were smiling, pleasing to the eye, and she whispered in a low voice: "Jing Shao, are we still like yesterday?"

　　 There is no ambiguity in this remark itself, it is very compliant. But the key is what process was it last night? Massage to relax the muscles first, then drink some wine and chat, then...

　　 Jing Gao couldn't help but smile. The innocent, porcelain doll-like Miss An An put down the "hook" and she was very level. He felt her touching amorous feelings and said: "Okay."

　　 Enjoying An An’s service, Jing Gao’s sore muscles relieved, chatting with An An casually, thinking about tomorrow’s affairs in his mind.

　　 He is going to the ICBC on Monday, and the two sets of casual clothes are not enough to change. Go buy some clothes tomorrow. Although he is engaged in design and knows some art, he is really not good at matching clothes. He has to find someone to advise him.

　　 Jing Gao thought for a while, told An An to bring the phone and sent a message to Su Qing: "Student Su, I want to buy some clothes tomorrow. Do you have time to be my staff?"

　　 Su Qing did not reply immediately. Jing Gao and An An took a shower together, only to see Su Qing's reply, "Okay. I was applying a mask just now."

　　 Maybe Jing Gao hasn't returned for a long time, and there is a message from Su Qing below, Crying expression), something really happened."

　　 Jing Gao smiled, and could feel the low posture of Su Qing, this beauty. While enjoying, he pondered for a while and sent a new message: "Well. That's OK.

　　 We haven’t seen each other for a long time. In order to avoid recognizing you tomorrow, do you mind sending me a picture of you first? "