Hong Kong variety show: Hung Hing, are you contributing to society?

The cool night breeze dispelled the stuffiness and smoky smell of the casino's air conditioning, refreshing everyone's spirits.

The service at the Lisboa Hotel was excellent. As soon as I stepped out the door, the valet had already driven the car to the entrance and then returned the car keys to Ma Ling.

Ma Ling's car was a blood-red McLaren F1, its streamlined body gleaming with metallic luster under the lights, like a sleeping beast.

Lin Yaodong got into the car. The passenger seat was very supportive and made of soft leather.

The car started, roaring as it surged forward, the intense acceleration sending adrenaline soaring.

"How is it? Isn't this car awesome?" Ma Ling asked, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the car window, her long hair blowing in the wind.

At this moment, she resembled those rich second-generation heirs in later generations who would take girls for high-speed rides.

The only difference is that now the passenger is Lin Yaodong, a man, and the driver is a woman, so it's reversed.

The red sports car streaked across the night, drawing the attention of passersby.

"It's really exciting..." Lin Yaodong suddenly asked, "Sister Ling, are we going to donate to a welfare organization?"

Asking women for money is not Lin Yaodong's style, but when it comes to charity... who else but me?

This is a great opportunity to earn contribution points, and it's a win-win situation where others pay for it. Why not take advantage of it?

Ma Ling was also taken aback by Lin Yaodong's question; she hadn't expected that Lin Yaodong had been keeping the donation in mind all along.

She smiled gently, her eyes crinkling with fine lines, yet her charm remained undiminished: "Okay, let's go to the welfare department now."

Step on the gas and the engine roars to life.

The red McLaren sped through the streets of New Macau, passing through bustling commercial streets and quiet residential areas, and soon arrived at No. 6 Rua de São Paulo.

The two got off the car.

Looking at the welfare office, the doors were tightly closed and the lights were off, with only the sign above the door illuminated by a dim light.

It's past 10 p.m. now, and the welfare department has long since closed.

Through the glass door, you could see that it was completely dark and empty inside.

Without saying a word, Ma Ling took out her phone and made a call.

Her phone was the latest small flip phone, gleaming silver under the streetlights.

"Hey! Is anyone still working at your welfare department?" Ma Ling asked, her tone carrying an undeniable authority.

"Ms. Ma? We've already finished get off work." The reply came immediately from the other end.

"Off work? How do I donate?" Ma Ling asked again, raising her eyebrows slightly.

"Donation?" Upon hearing those two words, the person on the other end immediately perked up, their voice changing drastically. "Now?"

Ma Ling: "What? Is it not allowed?"

"Okay, okay, okay!" the person on the other end asked excitedly, their tone full of flattery, "How much does Miss Ma plan to donate?"

"Donate..." Ma Ling glanced back at Lin Yaodong, who was leaning against the McLaren smoking, and a thought struck her: Handsome!

He leaned against the car, one leg slightly bent, smoke swirling around his fingertips, his profile under the streetlights resembling a movie poster.

"Ten million!"

"Ten million?!" The person on the other end gasped, then immediately said, "I'll arrange for someone to contact you right away. Where are you?"

Ma Ling said, "I'm right outside the Welfare Department. Tell your people to come quickly!"

"Yes, yes, yes~~"

The phone hangs up.

Lin Yaodong was somewhat surprised to hear that Ma Ling wanted to donate ten million yuan, looking at this woman he had only known for half an hour.

Ten million is no small sum. They won a third of it, and they just donated it all?

Ma Ling turned around and saw Lin Yaodong looking at her. She smiled and asked, "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

"No..." Lin Yaodong shook his head and asked, "Isn't donating ten million too much?"

"Is it a lot?" This was exactly the kind of reaction Ma Ling wanted from Lin Yaodong. She walked over in her high heels, her figure swaying.

He said, "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have gotten three sixes in a row, and I wouldn't have won 30 million. I've only donated a third of it so far, it's nothing..."

As she spoke, she walked to Lin Yaodong's side.

Wearing high heels, she was only half a head shorter than Lin Yaodong. She raised her head slightly and stared into his eyes: "I've already donated the money as you suggested. How do you plan to repay me?"

A gentle night breeze stirred her long hair, brushing against Lin Yaodong's cheek.

Ma Ling stared at Lin Yaodong's lips, those thin, perfectly shaped lips, her eyes slightly closed, the implication already quite clear.

Kiss me!

Her eyelashes cast a fan-shaped shadow under her eyes, her breathing was slightly rapid, and her chest heaved.

"If it's offered to me, I might as well take it..." Lin Yaodong looked at her bright red lips, his heart stirred, and he was about to lower his head.

Squeak~~~

The doors of the welfare department opened.

The jarring sound of the door opening was especially loud in the quiet night.

Lin Yaodong turned his head to look, and Ma Ling also opened her eyes to look, a hint of annoyance flashing in her eyes.

A man in a suit, somewhat disheveled, jogged out; his tie was askew and part of his shirt hem was tucked outside his trousers.

Following behind was a woman, also somewhat disheveled, dressed in business attire, with slightly messy hair and an unnatural flush on her face.

"Excuse me, are you Miss Ma?" the man in the suit asked shamelessly, his face flushed and his blood rushing, as if he had been doing some kind of exercise earlier.

He had just received a call from his department head, who said that a Ms. Ma wanted to donate ten million yuan and that he must make sure to receive her well.

Ten million! This is a major client; our year-end performance depends on this.

Ma Ling was a little unhappy. Anyone would be annoyed if their good thing was interrupted.

But thinking about the donation, he patiently replied, "It's me."

"Oh~~ I'm a staff member of the Welfare Department, please follow me..." The man in the suit led the two into the Welfare Department, straightening his clothes as he walked, and kept saying thank you.

Donating money isn't just about throwing money away; you also need to go through some procedures and get a donation certificate.

The money transfer system in New Zealand and Australia at this time was already quite advanced, and some institutions affiliated with banks were also open at night.

Confirm the amount, transfer the money to the welfare department's account, obtain a certificate, stamp it, and sign it....

Lin Yaodong and Ma Ling did not leave until 10:30.

The two walked out of the welfare department's gate, holding several donation certificates stamped with a red seal in their hands.

"Thank you for your contributions to social charity. Good fortune will surely favor you."

The man in the suit and the professional woman saw the two off, their smiles utterly genuine.

Ten million is no small sum; it's enough to help many people in need.

We went out the gate and got into the car.

The moment they interrupted each other, the atmosphere was ruined, and the two of them are now in a rather awkward situation.

The ambiguous atmosphere was broken, but instead, an inexplicable complexity was added.

The vehicle starts and moves.

In the car.

Ma Ling remained silent, as did Lin Yaodong; the only sounds were the slight rumble of the engine and the tires grinding against the road.

At this moment, the system notification had already arrived in Lin Yaodong's mind:

[Ding! Due to your influence, Ma Ling donated ten million Australian dollars. Reward being processed...]

[You have earned 20000000 contribution points!]

20 million contribution points!!

Lin Yaodong was shocked and almost lost control of his expression.

Why?