The next day.
When Qin Lin got up, he'd meant to check his phone, but he came across a piece of news that surprised him.
<Academician Xiao Qin donates 1 billion! Super Lotto joins you in supporting charity!>
"???" Qin Lin was momentarily dumbfounded.
He'd meant to make Super Lotto bleed and ensure the money really went to charity.
A billion had to be a pretty serious lesson. Who'd have thought Super Lotto would turn it into a promotional campaign today?
Damn, he'd already given them the billion. Did they really think he'd care about that five million? They were trying to show how fair they were—that was it, right?
Qin Lin could only sigh.
Super Lotto had some clever people.
That was the difference in how people saw things. Some could find an opportunity in even the worst situation.
Losing a billion should have been a devastating blow to Super Lotto, shouldn't it?
But now, it seemed they'd used it to get themselves a round of publicity.
Qin Lin suddenly regretted it.
The key question was, would Super Lotto keep using his name in its promotions?
They wouldn't stoop that low, would they?
The more Qin Lin thought about it, the more likely it seemed. Before long, he was thoroughly miserable.
If Super Lotto really pushed him too far, he'd flip the table and say that the billion-dollar win had been arranged by them from the start.
"What are you looking at? Why are you so mad?" Zhao Moqing asked curiously.
"I got bitten by a dog," Qin Lin sighed.
After breakfast, Qin Lin left the private area and headed to the manor's main hall.
Minister Lu, Academician Chu, Academician Zhu, Academician Pei, Prince Tala, and the others were drinking tea and chatting in the hall.
When Qin Lin