After taking a look, Dean Hao relieved his restlessness and said, "This is not a question of whether he is money or not, but please understand me. I am the dean here. If there is a problem, I will be responsible."

Qian Xiaobao hooked his fingers.

The bodyguard brought the black box again.

“Two million.”

Dean Hao's blood flowed a little faster.

"It's really not money..."

"Five million."

Then he took a contract from the bodyguard and threw it to Dean Hao.

"This is a contract. From now on, I, Qian Xiaobao, will sponsor Qingshan Mental Hospital. 100 million yuan a year, and you can continue to add it if you don't have enough."

"I'll take my friend out for a few days, are there any problems?"

Dean Hao stood there in amazement.

His eyes were rounded.

The strong psychological quality defeated his excitement, and said with relief:

"I didn't expect that my mental hospital patients could have such close friends. If I still stop them, would they still be human?"

"Don't worry, I'll ask them to come out now and have fun with Mr. Qian."

"As for this money, I really can't accept it, and I signed this contract. It's really a blessing for Qingshan Mental Hospital to meet someone who is caring like Mr. Qian."

Dean Hao signed the contract with tears in his eyes.

They are already crying.

Good man.

Qian Xiaobao looked at Dean Hao's appearance and rolled his eyes.

Money is dirt.

Things that can be solved with money are not a problem.

Qian Xiaobao was surprised that it was so terrifying that it was so terrifying that it was so difficult for ordinary people to see at such a young age.

Take a deep breath of cold air.
Chapter completed!