The second morning.
The sun moved away from the horizon, but was covered by dark clouds.
Zhang Ye had applied for absence from work. Yesterday, he had rushed to the hospital in the morning to save a life, then he raised money and sent the money. He was both mentally and physically exhausted, so he wanted to rest. After he woke up, there was nothing to do. He switched on the TV and watched some news before logging on to Tieba.
His Tieba suddenly increased a lot in fan numbers.
"Teacher Zhang, I'm also your fan. My father is sick, I wonder if you could lend me 500,000. When I have the money, I will repay you."
"Teacher Zhang, I am sick. Please help me. My family can't afford my medical bills, so I could only come to you."
"I am a fan of your books. You are so good to your fans. Can you lend me 30,000 for me to see a doctor?"
"The doctor says I need 100,000 to cure me of my illness. 100,000 is enough. You don't lack that bit of money, so why don't you help me!"
