Harry stared blankly at the money scattered at his feet, his eyes clouded with confusion.
He had really gotten this one million dollars... In an instant, countless thoughts surged through his mind!
At that moment, he thought of many things. He thought of the future, and his dreams seemed to shine brilliantly because of all the money spread across the floor. "Want to say something?"
The host walked over to him with a microphone. "As the winner of the million-dollar grand prize, people hope you'll say something. Is there anything you'd like to tell everyone?"
"For example, how do you plan to use this money?"
Harry came back to his senses. He was still incredibly excited—so excited that his body trembled faintly.
He took the microphone from the host. He needed both hands to hold it tightly; otherwise, it might slip from his grasp and fall.
His lips trembled slightly, and his voice shook as well. "I want to move with my family to a better neighborhood, buy a house big enough for all of us, and then maybe start a small business?"
"I'm not sure, but if possible, I might start a business. That way, I could help more people."
In federal society, helping others was considered an extremely noble quality, even a virtue! It didn't matter who you were, what your status was, or whether you had money.
When you displayed—or at least appeared to display—such a virtue, people would cheer for you, just like the audience at the scene was doing now.
Actually, whether you would really help more people wasn't important. It was simply a way of giving people hope, telling them that there would always be someone willing to lend them a hand when they were in trouble.
People had to be given at least