The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

Chapter 470 Heading to the Charity Gala

Tonight's charity dinner, the minimum ticket value is six figures. And for those who can get the black gold-stamped invitation, any watch on their wrist can be worth the life savings of ordinary people. In front of the carved arch at the end of the red carpet, the skirts of the socialites lifted the fragrant wind.

The centerpiece of the banquet was the three-story circular auction table, which was now illuminated by thirty-six gilded animal head lamps. Under the crystal lamp, Zhang Wenbin walked steadily towards Gu Yuande.

He always had a kind smile on his face like that of Maitreya Buddha, and there was a warm light in the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

"Yuan De, who is this child?" He raised his hand and patted Su Yang's shoulder. "Look at this child's eyebrows and eyes. He looks like a lucky doll that walked out of a painting."

Gu Yuande laughed loudly, took Su Yang's shoulder and shook him: "Old Zhang, you have good taste! This is Su Yang. He just finished the college entrance examination and couldn't stay idle, so I brought him here to join in the fun."

He turned to Su Yang and said, "This is Grandpa Zhang Wenbin from Dushi Canfang. He is a role model for doing good deeds and accumulating virtue among our generation."

Su Yang immediately bowed respectfully, "Hello, Grandpa Zhang. I have heard about your good deeds of opening a canteen to help the people. I am more excited to meet you today than to receive an admission letter from a key university!"

Zhang Wenbin smiled and narrowed his eyes. "Your baby can really talk. I like it, I like it!"

Gu Yuande pointed at the auction table in the distance, and said with a hint of sarcasm: "Old Zhang, I heard that the painting "Dunhuang Flying Apsaras" you donated was sold for nine figures? If I had known, I would have learned painting from you back then."

Zhang Wenbin raised his hand and tapped his forehead: "Haha... you, stop teasing me. I copied that painting in my early years. I can earn money to build a school for children in the mountainous area, which is a hundred times better than hanging it in the study and letting it gather dust.

By the way, I have built thirteen schools in the northwest, and they will have water and electricity next month. The conditions in the mountainous areas are difficult. Can your pharmaceutical group donate some frostbite cream to the children in the mountainous areas? I will ask the driver to go to the warehouse tomorrow morning to pick it up, and it will not delay your business. "

"That's great!" Gu Yuande patted Su Yang on the back and laughed, "See? Your Grandpa Zhang is doing real work! He is not like some officials who say they serve the people but secretly do empty face-saving projects."

Zhang Wenbin's smile faltered, but his tone remained gentle: "Yuan De, don't say such nonsense. The policy is clear now. Although my two sons work in government agencies, they often tell me that 'if an official does not serve the people, he might as well go home and sell sweet potatoes.'

A few days ago, the eldest brother sent a thank-you letter from the children in the mountainous area, saying that the canal they had taken the lead in repairing was now flowing. "

"Look at you, I just said it casually, but you were so anxious, I thought you were hiding something from me." Gu Yuande said half seriously and half jokingly, then raised his chin in the direction of the sales platform:

"Old Zhang, it's your turn to go on stage and give a speech."

Zhang Wenbin nodded, straightened his clothes, and walked onto the auction stage with steady steps.

As the audience applauded, Su Yang clearly saw that the wrinkles in Zhang Wenbin's eyes were not a false smile, but real tears because of talking about children.

He then took out a neatly folded letter from his inner pocket and continued: "A little girl wrote in a letter saying that it was her first time to use a glass classroom window. When she lit a fire in winter, the smoke could be discharged from the chimney, and she no longer had to choke and cry.

There was also a kid who drew a picture and wrote in a crooked way, "Thank you Grandpa Zhang for the cotton-padded jacket..."

He paused suddenly, pulled out a wrinkled handkerchief from his sleeve and pressed it to his eyes, "Sorry, it's easy to get emotional when you get old."

There was a moment of silence in the audience, and the ladies in the front row took out their handkerchiefs. Zhang Wenbin straightened his back, and his eyes under his gray eyebrows were surprisingly bright:

“When I opened the restaurant, I said that people should not let their stomachs suffer. When I built the school, I also said that children’s eyes should not be wronged.

But how many pairs of eyes are there in this world, staring at the leaky windows, the books with missing words, waiting for a hot meal, a tube of ointment? "

He unfolded another tightly-held list, "These are the names of 327 out-of-school children in the mountainous area, the youngest of whom is only four years old. According to the children's physical examination reports, more than 60% suffer from iron deficiency anemia.

I want to say that doing good is not charity, it is our conscience wrestling with poverty..."

Everyone was deeply moved by Zhang Wenbin's speech, and the atmosphere on the scene was solemn and full of warmth.

The ladies in the front row were already in tears. They were unaware that their carefully crafted makeup was smudged by their tears, and they just held handkerchiefs tightly to the corners of their red eyes.

The wealthy businessmen in suits in the back row, who usually dominate the business world with eyes as sharp as eagles, now all have red eyes, rolling Adam's apples, and indescribable emotions and resonances in their chests.

"I want to donate to 20 children!" The first person to respond was a middle-aged lady wearing a pearl necklace. She said with a choked voice but firmly, "I will provide them with all the expenses from elementary school to college!"

As soon as these words were spoken, there was a commotion at the scene, and everyone raised their hands in response.

"I'll donate 5 million yuan to build a library for a mountain school!"

"My clothing factory donated 3,000 sets of winter cotton-padded clothes!"

"I will donate 20 school buses to pick up children from remote mountainous areas!"

……

The bidding sounds continued one after another, and the event originally intended for auction turned into a charity donation event.

Zhang Wenbin stood on the stage, looking at the people below who were donating enthusiastically, tears welled up in his eyes again. With trembling hands, he bowed deeply to the audience:

"Thank you, thank you everyone..."

Su Yang stood beside Gu Yuande, watching this touching scene, and his heart was filled with warmth.

He suddenly remembered the Sky Eye Society's suspicion of Zhang Wenbin. Looking at the kind-hearted old man on the stage who truly cared about the children, he couldn't help but feel shaken.

Could it be that such a compassionate old man really has a secret behind him as they said? Su Yang shook his head and threw these chaotic thoughts out of his mind. Perhaps things were far more complicated than he thought, and it was too early to draw conclusions now.

Chen Yifan pulled his cap down and blended into the line of waiters, the dagger in his sleeve poking at his palm through the fabric. Mu Yang had a micro recorder hidden in the inner pocket of his suit, and the two of them observed quietly.

"Look at the way this old man cries," Chen Yifan covered his mouth with a tray, "it's more natural than the way my younger brothers perform the self-torture trick."

Mu Yang stared at Zhang Wenbin who was wiping tears on the stage, "But the good things he did were all real. I just checked the donation flow, and thirteen schools in the northwest will have water and electricity next month. The physical examination reports of more than 300 children are also true."

Chen Yifan gritted his teeth and said, "Fuck! You really fucking believed it? Doing ten good things and hiding one evil thing is called being smart."

After Zhang Wenbin finished his speech, Su Yang immediately ran up to the stage and carefully supported his slightly trembling arm. "Grandpa Zhang, please slow down and be careful of the steps."

Zhang Wenbin smiled and patted the back of Su Yang's hand, "Okay, okay, you are such a good boy, thank you."