She instinctively wanted to refuse, but a viewer who was skilled in psychology and micro-expression analysis seemed to know what she was thinking and decisively sent a comment to stop her from refusing.

[Ningning, don't refuse yet. The donations from the live stream can be withdrawn in advance.]

Yes, if you need money, you can discuss it with the person in charge. The money can be transferred to your personal computer account in advance.

Sang Ning hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Really?"

【real.】

Manager Luo replied, "Ningning, do you need money?"

Sang Ning nodded. "I want to buy children's thermostatic clothing and send it to planet E72. Is that possible?"

After these words were spoken, everyone fell silent.

After a while—

Why is it a children's thermal clothing and not an adult's thermal clothing?

Because children are the future, because adults are physically stronger than children, and because the temperature difference between day and night on planet E72 is extremely large, which adults can withstand but children cannot.

Every year, a significant number of children die on planet E72 due to temperature fluctuations.

Are you from planet E72?

Yes, I'm from Sangning. I'm so grateful that even though Sangning is away from home, he still thinks about the children of his hometown. I'm proud to have someone like Sangning from my hometown.

Sang Ning covered her face, and Mo Nainai poked her, "A true fellow townsman?"

"Um."

Sang Ning responded, "A true fellow villager, as true as can be. Moreover, this fellow villager has quite a background."

What a protective ruler!

Recalling the governor's temperament, and worried that he might ask for donations on the spot, Sang Ning stopped pretending to be mute and decisively said to the person in charge, "Sir, could you help me withdraw the money from my tip to buy a few children's thermal suits and send them back?"

Sure, please leave your address. I'll send you a screenshot of the order once it's shipped.

The person in charge readily agreed, and Sang Ning's audience was not to be outdone, clamoring for her to turn on the live chat so they could tip her and accumulate enough to buy more items.

After hesitating for a long time, Sang Ning finally agreed.

Children are important.

People who come from planet E72, regardless of whether they make money or how much they make, will try to save money to buy thermostatic suits and send them back.

The original owner survived as a child thanks to thermostatic clothing sent back by a fellow villager who worked away from home. Now that she has taken over the original owner's body, she has to repay this debt of gratitude.

Everything in the world has a cause and an effect. The older generation of villagers do not need their younger generation to repay their kindness, but the children of planet E72 need the care of these adults who have come out of the world.

It is through the selfless dedication and inheritance of generation after generation that humanity on planet E72 has not become extinct.

With no central authority, no government funding, and no economic income, the people of planet E72 have no choice but to band together for survival.

Therefore, Sang Ning could not resist the temptation of receiving tips.

The bullet comments and donation channels are integrated. As soon as the person in charge opened it, donations of all sizes poured in.

The highest tip amount is 100,000, and the lowest is 1 yuan. Large tips are not many, but they are not few either.

The rest were small donations of one, five, ten, or one hundred yuan, but her live stream had a large audience and traffic, so her donations eventually exceeded three million yuan.

Including previous donations, we are still more than 270,000 short of five million.

This amount of over four million needs to be split with the "Survival on Wilderness" program, on a 30/70 split, with the program team receiving 30% and her receiving 70%.

Seventy percent of the money was pre-tax. The money received after tax did not go through Sang Ning's optical computer terminal, but was instead used to purchase a total of 1,235 sets of children's thermostatic clothing and send them back to planet E72.

Three days later, twenty mini mummy delivery robots appeared on planet E72 through a space tunnel. Looking at the endless yellow sand, the little mummy robots were all dumbfounded.

They looked around but didn't see a single living creature, let alone a person.

Black Bean, the second little mummy, rolled its eyes and asked, puzzled, "Boss, there's no one here. Who do we ask to sign for the package?"

The leading mummy, number one, scratched at the strips of cloth wrapped around its body with its little paws, pondered for a moment, and then calmly said, "Don't panic, watch me."

Before it finished speaking, it grabbed at the air with its little paws and pulled out a large megaphone out of thin air.

It turned on its loudspeaker and shouted at the top of its lungs, "Qi Wenyuan, Qi Wenyuan, are you there? Are you there? Are you there?"

"I'm a savior deliveryman, bringing you children's thermal clothing... Holy crap..."

The unfinished words came to an abrupt halt when they saw the dusty, grimy people emerging from the sand. The 20 little mummies were stunned. They stared blankly at the men, women, and children covered in sand, completely bewildered.

"Why...why are you all under the sand?"

"It's too hot at noon."

Despite being in his prime, the governor's face was aged and his back was hunched, making him look like an old man in his twilight years. He walked through the crowd and came to the mummy, saying, "Hello, I am Qi Wenyuan, the governor of planet E72. Thank you for coming from afar to bring us temperature-controlled protective suits."

"No need to thank us, this is our job. If you want to thank someone, thank the person who bought the temperature-controlled protective suits."

Mummy Number 1 opened the terminal and entered the main page. After some operations, it said to Qi Wenyuan, "I'm sorry, I need to verify your identity before you can sign for the package."

"Of course."

The governor, who had already signed for a starship, skillfully opened his terminal and handed it over to the delivery mummy.

Ten minutes later, a total of 3,728 sets of children's thermostatic clothing were taken out of the little mummy's spatial button.

The little mummy tidying up the space buttons instructed, "Please check the numbers. If there are no problems, we'll take our leave."

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