"Brother, don't panic, I have the money!" Yue Feng said tenderly.
"This is not a small matter, have you thought it through?"
"Yes, I've thought it through! Where are you? I'm on my way to find you!"
"I just came back to raise funds yesterday! I'm in W city!"
"I'm currently at Hua School. I'll rush back and should be there before one in the afternoon. Don't worry, we can talk face to face!"
"Okay!"
After hanging up the phone, Yue Feng checked his bank account balance.
During the broadcast period, he had accumulated over 1,400,000 in savings. Among these, more than 200,000 was pledged from PK gifts and promised to be donated to a welfare organization, leaving about 1,200,000 readily available.
There were also tens of thousands in the account balance that hadn't been withdrawn.
Yue Feng wasn't particular about food or clothing, and usually, these sums didn't mean much, but they gave him confidence in critical moments.
