Super Black Technology

U.S. Cambridge City. MIT.

"Dingling!" "Dingling!"...

FBI Agent Moulton's cell phone rang. Moulton answered the phone immediately, and half a minute later, Moulton walked into the villa with his mobile phone.

At this time, Ike had just woken up and was eating breakfast.

"Ike, I have your call!"

What? my phone? Who is calling?

Ike raised his head and looked at Moulton suspiciously.

"Mrs. Smith is calling!"

What? Could it be that something happened to Elder Sister Alice?

Ike was startled, and quickly snatched the phone from Moulton.

"Hello, I'm Ike! Ma'am, did something happen to my sister Alice? Who did it? Tell me!"

A charming voice sounded instantly: "Ike, Miss Alice is fine now! The thing is like this..."

On the phone, Mrs. Smith quickly explained what happened just now.

Hearing this, Ike breathed a sigh of relief.

The baby was scared to death. I thought something happened to Alice. If that's the case, I shouldn't let her go out to exercise alone.

Fortunately, I thought too much.

"Ma'am, please donate in the name of Elder Sister Alice and I! Anyway, I am not short of money, so it doesn't matter if I want the 500 million or not!"

"Ike, are you really not going to keep the money?"

"No! If I don't have any money, I'll ask Mr. Obama or Hughes. If they don't give it, I'll borrow it from the whole world!"

As soon as these words came out, Moulton was speechless, and Mrs. Smith was speechless.

The person in this world who can talk about borrowing money so domineeringly is probably only a little guy.

Moreover, even more domineering is...

If the little guy really wants to borrow money, it is estimated that people all over the world will lend him money crying and shouting.

And, as much as you want!

This is the title of capital god, it is really terrifying!

Since the last big pumpkin crowdfunding, people all over the world have been looking forward to it all the time, and the little guy can start a public crowdfunding again.

Damn, if there's a next time, I'll snap up a copy myself.

The salary of the agent is really low.

...

New York. "Vogue" magazine headquarters. Editor's Office.

Mrs. Smith hung up the phone, opened the door and walked in.

The three looked at her immediately.

Sensing everyone's attention, Mrs. Smith nodded and said, "To donate together in the name of Miss Alice and Little Ike. The British and American Red Cross societies are each 250 million!"

As soon as this remark came out, Alice was extremely happy.

She took a pen from the desk, sat down, and signed her name on the contract seriously.

But the three standing there were speechless.

What can they say at this moment? What else can I say?

The only sentence that expresses the feelings of the three of them is:

Rich man, is he really capricious!

After a while, under the attention of everyone, Alice signed the contract. Then he stood up and handed the contract to Mr. Cameron.

"Thank you, sir!"

After finishing speaking, Alice bowed to Cameron to salute...

Seeing this scene, Cameron was frightened and hurried away like a rabbit.

What are you kidding? How dare I accept her gift!

"Miss Alice, you're welcome. I should be the one thanking you! Thank you for joining our crew. Here, on behalf of all the crew members, I welcome you!"

"Thank you sir, I will definitely study hard!"

A brisk laugh sounded from Alice's mouth, and then everyone present also burst into laughter.

"May we have a happy cooperation!"

"Happy cooperation!"

...

afternoon. British Red Cross headquarters.

The staff who were processing the funds account suddenly jumped up.

"God, look, look!"

Hearing the shouting, a colleague ran over in a hurry. Seeing this, everyone was stunned.

"God, 250 million, someone actually donated 250 million!"

"And it's US dollars, it's US dollars!"

"Which rich man donated it, and donated so much at once? Why didn't we hear the news first?"

"Could it be that someone transferred the wrong money?"

"If you make a wrong turn, we will not return!"

After a while, the noise from the accounting center spread throughout the Red Cross, even the top management of the British Red Cross was alarmed.

The president ran in with many high-level personnel.

"Where? Where?"

"Here, here!"

The staff quickly enlarged the remittance slip on the computer for everyone to see.

All the high-level personnel immediately moved over.

"It's really 250 million US dollars!"

"Quick, call up the detailed remittance slip and check who sent it!"

"Yes, President!"

The staff immediately tapped the keyboard to print out the detailed remittance. Three seconds later, a money order from Citibank appeared on the screen.

The remitter did not keep secrets, and Alice's name was clearly visible.

And in the signature column of the remittance slip, there is a handwritten sentence:

Alice and Ike donate together!

"My God, our English roses donated together with the federal child prodigy!"

"Who else can leave a message on the remittance slip as a message board? If it is someone else, Citibank will definitely not agree."

"Yes, it's them, absolutely!"

Everyone was shocked, and there were endless exclamations at the scene.

Sudden!

"Quiet! Be quiet!"

A loud roar sounded violently, it was the president's voice. The audience was silent for an instant.

"Immediately freeze this remittance, no one can use it, and it is not allowed to be included in the general ledger."

As soon as these words came out, all the high-level personnel were extremely puzzled.

What's the meaning? The money has already been donated, can't we still use it?

At this moment, the chairman nodded solemnly and seriously, and said: "This fund is listed separately as our special fund. All its uses, including every cent and every dollar, must be used for practical purposes."

"Not only that, but all its accounts must be fully disclosed. No one is allowed to reach out to this money. Note, I am talking about anyone!"

"Do you hear clearly?!"

As the president of the Red Cross, he certainly understands some tricks in the society. However, no one can reach out for this money. If someone finds out that there is a problem with the accounts, even if it is only a penny missing, they will all die without a place to bury them.

Because it is not a donation from ordinary people, but a donation from the gods in the Internet field.

For him, the Internet has no secrets at all.

"Do you hear me clearly? Answer me! Answer me!"

The huge roar resounded throughout the accounting center, everyone was chilled and responded in unison.

"Yes, President!"

"Now, contact the media of various countries immediately, we will hold a press conference later!"

"Yes, President!"

...