I dare not test my conscience.

Whether in this life or the previous one, Han Chudong has always been struggling on the edge of poverty. If he puts aside the constraints, he will probably only end up donating one or two thousand dollars.

If I have more than 10,000 US dollars left, my life will be more comfortable from now on.

In 1973, when most Americans could only earn three or four hundred dollars a month, more than ten thousand dollars was definitely a large sum of money. It could buy about seven Honda cars.

The manufacturing industry is not that developed, and people need to spend more time making money to buy cars, home appliances, etc. Food, daily necessities, and houses are quite cheap, and so much money can buy a nice house in downtown Los Angeles.

I counted money until late at night, and felt heartbroken until late at night.

I bundled the change into bundles of fifty dollars each and tied them with rubber bands. Finally, I hesitated and divided them into two parts, with my own portion being a little smaller.

After constantly adjusting the distribution ratio, we finally decided to donate US$10,000 and keep the remaining US$8,000 for future use.

It's indeed a bit unfair.

However, he thought that after he made more money, he would donate more to charity to make up for it. After he figured it out, he stopped worrying about it and slept well, contentedly.

There is no rush to donate them for now, you can wait until next time... No, donate them all together after selling them, that way it will look like a larger quantity.

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Is this the end of the story? No.

Han Chudong felt that there were omissions in this plan, so in the end he failed to sell 10,000 tickets.

After getting up the next day, I went to Sun Laosan's store to continue working as an apprentice. During this time, I took some time to go to the advertising printing shop and discussed with the store owner about printing small cards. When I peeled off the card, I could see the first prize, second prize, or thank you for your patronage printed on the interlayer.

It's like the lottery card in the melon seed package, but it's not scratched. It also has words like "Donation Certificate" written on the outside and is about the size of a child's palm.

After thinking about it, the owner of the printing shop said that he couldn't do it here, but introduced Han Chudong to another shop, saying that it might be able to do it, and asked him to go and ask himself.

After finishing the lottery ticket issue, I was busy purchasing goods again. This time I was much more wealthy as I could pay a part of the deposit first.

They purchased a large number of goods such as children's toys, dolls, radios, telephones, televisions, washing machines, etc., in addition to five motorcycles and three cars, all of which were mid-to-low-end models of the same brand. The Cadillac alone cost more than four thousand US dollars.

Posters have been posted on the streets of Chinatown. With the experience of organizing the event last time, this time we just have to wait for Saturday to come.

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"Son, I saw the event poster on the street."

At noon, Han's father sat at the dining table and beckoned Han Chudong over. While eating peanuts and smoking, he frowned and asked, "Why are those charities doing the lottery again? Last time you said that Da Jun asked you to help. Do you know who organized it behind the scenes?"

Out of professional habit, Han Yigun keenly realized that something was wrong here. In all the years he had lived in Los Angeles, he had never heard of any charity doing this to raise funds. It felt like a trick to make money.

Han Chudong felt a chill on his back when he heard this.

I thought to myself that I should not look for trouble, so I investigated and investigated and finally found myself.

I didn't think about doing it many times in the first place. It was just the last order. After the harvest, I should think about making money in other ways. His expression was still calm. He bullied his father and drank a lot of wine. He spoke decisively and righteously: "Chinese General Association! Those charities took the lead and found the Chinese General Association for help. It's so difficult to get people to donate money these days. If we don't use this method, those charities will have a hard time!"

"But I don't think that's legal," Han's father continued.

"It's not quite right, but it's okay. Last time I heard from a charity organization that you police officers helped, and it seems that they plan to send you something as a condolence. The money they earn is not all spent on poor people in the end."

"Not necessarily. You are still young. There are many tricks here..."

Putting down his wine glass, Father Han changed the subject and asked with a smile, "Are you really planning to send us something? It's true that our salary is low, but we're not so poor that we can't survive. Next time we hold an event, I'll ask the people at the charity organizations. If you make money from Chinatown, you should at least spend part of it in Chinatown. Some elderly people don't have a good life, so it doesn't matter where you do charity."

"Um……"

Han Chudong smiled bitterly, "Next time you come over, I'll take you to meet those responsible."

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Urgently find Watermelon Head and the army.

They have all graduated from high school. Except for the boy with glasses who is still preparing for the exam recently, none of them, including Han Chudong, have any intention of continuing their studies and going to college.

Among them, Da Jun has already found a job as a security guard in a building materials company. He did not report for work just because Han Chudong asked him to help. He should go to work next Monday.

Even though they were good friends, they still kept some secrets from each other. Han Chudong did not reveal to them the news that he was planning the entire event. The two of them only knew that he could make a lot of money from the event.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

This "considerable amount of money" seemed to Da Jun and Zhou Nan, who had the watermelon head, to be only about three to five hundred US dollars, or even less. They had no idea that this friend actually pocketed more than eight thousand US dollars.

If they knew, they would understand why Han Chudong was frowning at the moment.

Sitting together on the park chairs, they could hear the chirping of insects in the grass and cars passing by on the road in the distance. The scene was similar to the old movies in Han Chudong's memory, very retro.

The watermelon-head looked at the pigeon in front of him.

In the past there was a large flock of pigeons, but later they gradually became fewer and fewer. They all became the raw materials for pigeon soup, which tasted so delicious.

Ducks are often raised in the small lakes of other parks, but there are none here. They dare not come to the lakes to eat roast duck, salted duck, duck soup with radish, beer duck, blood duck, pressed duck, etc. Even if they dare to come, they cannot withstand the disturbance of passers-by. Unless they float on the water all the time, they will always be secretly caught by someone. The same goes for pigeons.

He couldn't help but think that these pigeons were very bold and their bodies looked fat. He kept muttering, "I just went to Xiao Tu's house and his mother refused to let me in. Although she smiled and told me not to disturb him from studying recently, when I think about it now, that smile was a bit murderous."

"The three of us shouldn't go to his house recently. Studying is more important. After graduating from university, you can work in an office, but I can only be a security guard. If the guy with glasses passes the exam to become a lawyer or a boss in the future, maybe I can go to him." Da Jun said with a smile, and then followed up with: "Do you feel that you feel different immediately after leaving school?"

"How can it be the same? Don't rush into nostalgia. Help me think about my situation. My dad said he wants to talk to the people at the charity in person. I'm not sure if it's just drunken talk. Do you know a suitable white person who can pretend to be a priest?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Chudong shook his head and denied it, saying, "No, if they catch me, I'll be in trouble. Remember to come and help tomorrow morning. Find two or three more honest friends. I don't trust those who are slick and handle so much money in a day. The salary will remain the same as before. Each person you find will be paid 30 US dollars. I'll treat you to a meal after I'm done with the work."

The watermelon-headed man looked at him, then turned sideways and said to the army, "Deputy gang leader, I feel like the gang leader has changed the most. How can I feel so at ease when he secretly does bad things under the nose of his own boss?"

Da Jun ignored him and offered some advice, saying, "Just find a reason to ask your dad not to go, but are you sure that the activity is okay?"

"It's okay, trust me, there's no reason for him not to go."

After Han Chudong finished thinking about it, he suddenly remembered that his father was a fan of the New York Yankees baseball team.

His eyes lit up and he said, "I got it! Just send him on a trip and spend the weekend there!"

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