Chapter 79: 2 Ancestors PK Mountain Creator Monster "Ask for a Monthly Ticket in the Middle of the Month"

Donation activities are generally divided into two types, personal donations and corporate donations. Wuzhi Xiaoji has unexpectedly won the crown of the most personal donations, so the rest of the people can only hope to compete for the title of the most donated enterprises .

However, these companies still find it difficult to exceed one million US dollars. For the sake of a moment of glory, they only take more profits in the first half of the year. Most bosses are unwilling to do this kind of loss-making business.

But these are just the thoughts of ordinary people. As one of the symbols of private enterprises in Shanghai, Duan Mingli, the boss of Dahua Company, naturally thinks a little differently.

Duan Mingli must have been able to afford so much money, but his money was not swept away by a strong wind. He also felt rather heartbroken when he donated so much money at once, tens of millions of charitable funds. Besides, this kind of charity activity is regular. Today it is invited by the Hope Project, tomorrow it may be held by the Disabled Persons’ Federation, and the day after tomorrow it may be concerned about environmental protection, and the day after tomorrow it may be to rescue giant pandas. As a local wealthy businessman in Shanghai, he has too many things to socialize with, and he must not neglect one thing and lose another, otherwise he will offend people at some point.

It is a good thing to donate money to help others, but it is very problematic if the wrong amount is rolled up, so you need to be more cautious about donating money, otherwise once you exceed your ability to bear, a good thing will turn into a bad thing.

At this year's dinner, there was one more thing added than before, which was the charity auction.

In this session, everyone can provide something for auction. Everyone who attends the dinner party is eligible to bid, and of course the bidder wins before the hammer falls.

A lot of people donated some jewelry or antiques or something. The stars who participated in the dinner were not far behind, and they usually provided autographed or commemorative personal items. However, Chen Bisong, the female movie star I saw before, donated a long hair that she had cut before.

"Wow, is it really her hair?! How could she be willing to cut it off?!" Xia Xue saw the long black hair bundled into a bunch on the plate. Some excitedly asked Fan Wubing.

Looking at Chen Bisong now, Xia Xue felt a little strange again, she obviously had long hair in a shawl.

Fan Wubing glanced at the young girl Chen Bisong, thought for a while and said, "Oh, maybe it's true."

Originally, Fan Wubing also had some doubts about the authenticity of the hair, but just now he suddenly remembered. Two years ago, it seemed that Chen Bisong had made a tertiary film in Hong Kong. She played the role of a young nun who was having an affair, and her performance was so bold that people in the industry applauded. At that time, Chen Bisong cut off all her beautiful hair. It is estimated that the hair being auctioned now should be the one left at that time.

But think about Chen Bisong's experience. Fan Wubing also felt a little embarrassed, to say that although Chen Bisong has made tertiary films, he is just filming, just chasing after the actresses in the play, and has not completely degenerated, but after two years she met a senior Director and screenwriter Cheng Kun fell madly in love with this man twenty years older than her. It was completely hopeless. Not only did he film a more explicit scene under the temptation of Cheng Kun, but also became Cheng Kun's lover. In the end, he committed suicide by jumping off a building because his feelings could not find a destination.

The entertainment industry in Hong Kong is equivalent to a paradise for the evil forces! How many big brothers with infinite scenery and honest and simple faces, aren't they all a bunch of lovers behind their backs, with countless wild flowers, doing dirty things like CGX? !

"Miss Chen Bisong, a Hong Kong movie star, donated her two-year-old hair for auction with no reserve price." The auctioneer waved his hammer and shouted loudly.

no reserve price auction,

It doesn't mean that the price will be low. At least there are quite a few bosses who have seen Chen Bisong's films. It seems that everyone is very enthusiastic. Even Duan Zidai, who was hit by Fan Wubing just now, is eager to try. If his father and Ou Mingde were not present, he would probably join the auction. Test text watermark8.

The bidders quickly raised the price to 200,000 yuan. These people are probably fans of Chen Bisong.

"Why do I feel that those guys are all lewd?" Xia Xue looked at the several bosses who were rushing to shoot, and felt that they were all middle-aged uncles with wretched faces, so she said to Fan Wubing a little depressed.

Nonsense! He is addicted to watching pornographic movies, do you still expect him to look decent? If it is really possible to have two skins between the front and the back, then there is no need to sit here and compete for the photo of Chen Bisong's hair without a name. Who would personally do such a demeaning thing?

"How about I take a picture of this?" Xia Xue said suddenly.

"Why are you filming this?!" Fan Wubing was drinking the wine on the table. He almost choked on Xia Xue's words. He looked at Xia Xue strangely, thinking that she wouldn't have a tendency to flirt. ? This is not a good thing! So he coughed and said to her, "If a girl bids for the hair of a third-tier actress in front of others, they will think you have an abnormal sexual orientation! Be careful when your parents see it, they will go home and deal with you!"

Xia Xue looked around, and said a little strangely, "Didn't they also have an invitation letter, I really don't know where they went?"

Fan Wubing also felt a little strange, Xia Donghai and Feng Xiaonan hadn't seen each other since the beginning of the party, so they shouldn't have forgotten about it, ordinarily they shouldn't.

"No one knows us, why don't you help me take pictures? Anyway, you are so rich, why do you care about this?" Xia Xue encouraged Fan Wubing.

"What's the use of this? Could it be used to make a wig? Are you not afraid of germs and the like on it?" Fan Wubing replied somewhat dumbfounded.

However, Fan Wubing still satisfied Xia Xue's request. He whispered to Wu Zhi Xiaoji, and Wu Zhi Xiaoji raised his number plate excitedly, "500,000!"

Oh——everyone in the venue suddenly exclaimed, and everyone noticed that the Japanese who had the largest personal donation was about to make a move again!

Immediately someone followed up. A high price of 550,000 was called out, and Wuzhi Xiaoji didn't bother to say anything more, and directly called 800,000.

A bunch of hair shouted at this price. It's a bit outrageous, Fan Wubing noticed that Chen Bisong himself was sitting on the seat over there, and couldn't help but look this way again and again, probably guessing that he would pay such a high price for her land. Where is the hair? It's just that everyone here really doesn't know much about Wu Zhi Xiaoji, a Japanese, and can't talk about it.

Those who participated in the auction were a little hesitant. Buying hair at such a high price is really a bit taken advantage of.

Seeing that the competition seemed to be less intense, Fan Wubing smiled and said to Wuzhi Xiaoji, "Please. You'd better look a little more vulgar and lewd. That way someone will definitely dislike you, and the price can be bought again. Shoot it higher!"

"Oh, I see, you are going to raise the price for Chen Bisong!" Sitting next to him, Li Zhuoyu couldn't figure out why Fan Wubing asked Wuzhi Xiaoji to pat that hair. I was worried that Chen Bisong's hair could not be sold at a high price. So I woke up a little bit.

Fan Wubing nodded and said, "If you don't arouse the determination to fight against the enemy, how can a lock of hair be sold for millions of dollars? I'm just helping the party to raise more money, and by the way, I will be a villain. It's not very difficult." Wuzhi Xiaoji was also very cooperative, stood up, and looked around arrogantly. There is a big meaning that you are comparable to me. And this guy even looked over at Chen Bisong to cover up. With a very obscene expression on his face, he looked like a hooligan who hadn't seen a woman in three years. The eyes are full of passion.

After Fan Wubing saw it, he couldn't help laughing a little, and he didn't know if Wu Zhi Xiaoji really had acting talent, or if it was just a Japanese talent, anyway, it was successful in arousing the anger of other men.

"It's so annoying! This Japanese devil!" Even Duan Zidai, who was sitting there, couldn't help standing up, looking at Wuzhi Xiaoji with righteous indignation, and said to his father Duan Mingli, "This dinner is Who organized it, why did you invite all these dirty things? It's a shame!"

"You're a prodigal, you're ashamed of yourself! Can't you even see that they are provoking competition on purpose?!" Duan Mingli scolded his son, his face was very embarrassed. He is an old fritter in the mall, how could he not see it? Wuzhi Xiaoji hadn't shown any interest in Chen Bisong before, but he became what he is now after being whispered to by Fan Wubing just now. This is purely pretending, the purpose is to provoke a price war.

Now that the goal has been achieved, the people who participated in the auction are all jealous, and those who have not raised their cards are also a little excited. Their goal has been achieved!

Seeing that his son was so disappointing and restless, and then looking at Fan Wubing who was sitting there with a light smile as steady as Mount Tai, Duan Mingli suddenly felt a little frustrated. Compared with others, his son was really inferior. What a difference!

Under the provocation of Wuzhi Xiaoji, the bidding price quickly reached 1.8 million, but at this price, not many people are willing to participate, or not many people are willing to play with everyone Well, it's good to raise the price and stimulate the atmosphere in the venue, but this thing is similar in nature to drumming and passing flowers. If you mess up, you have to pay for this thing yourself.

Young rich people often don’t have enough funds, and the older ones basically have families. Who wants to spend one or two million to buy a bunch of other women’s hair and go back and be scolded by their wives? Even if you don't get scolded by your wife, you will still be called old and dishonest in the eyes of others!

But let a wretched Japanese buy the hair of the goddess in all of us YY? This is too embarrassing!

"Zi Dai, go and call for two million!" Duan Mingli finally couldn't sit still, let a Japanese run rampant on his land, and if he won the second prize in a row, where would he show his old face? What's more, there is Ou Mingde who is discussing cooperation matters beside him. This guy is also an old fox who depends on his strength!

Duan Zidai couldn't sit still for a long time. He heard his father tell him to bid at the auction, which was exactly what he wanted. He quickly raised his hand and shouted, "Two million! Two million!"

"Two million and three hundred thousand!" Wuzhi Xiaoji didn't even blink his eyelids, but after shouting the price, he muttered to Fan Wubing, "It's just a bunch of hair. Are they all crazy? Look at them gnashing their teeth. It looks like you don't have much money in your pocket, right?"

"Who knows?" Fan Wubing shook his head and smiled, "There are a group of second-generation ancestors on the left and right. Those individuals who really started from scratch never asked the price at all from the beginning to the end."

Fan Wubing had seen the scene a long time ago, and he was familiar with the people who later became popular, but at this time, no one came out to bid, and there was no one who came forward enthusiastically. Basically, they are the second-generation ancestors who inherited their ancestral business and are used to prodigal families. These people will basically decline after a few years. After all, the second-generation ancestors who rely on policies to make a fortune have very limited abilities. Once the social system is relatively fair Sometimes, those with ideas and abilities will stand out and take the lead.

Wealth is no more than three generations. There is nothing wrong with this statement.

"2.3 million! 2.3 million for the first time! 2.3 million for the second time!" The auctioneer was already a little excited at this time, waving the auction stick and screaming there. Kind of like a marijuana junkie.

Duan Zidai glanced at his father hesitantly, wondering if he should continue filming.

Duan Mingli nodded to his son, saying you should shout down.

"Two and a half million! We offer two and a half million!" Duan Zidai stood up and shouted loudly.

"Wow——" Everyone's emotions were a little boiling, and they didn't know how high the price for this lock of hair could be fetched.

Fan Wubing looked at the scene and said to Wuzhi Xiaoji in a low voice. "Take it as soon as you see it, what use do you want that hair for?"

Although Xia Xue felt a bit regretful that she didn't continue to shoot, but after all, it was someone else's money, and the price had already been raised to such a high level, she didn't dare to say anything more.

After Wu Zhi Xiaoji heard what Fan Wubing said, he shrugged and smiled at the crowd, and threw away the number plate. And also said a sarcastic remark. "Two and a half million?! I'm not two hundred and fifty!"

Duan Zidai got his wish and photographed the hair of Hong Kong actress Chen Bisong, when the staff put the hair in a brocade box and delivered it to their table. Duan Zidai suddenly found that the eyes of everyone around him were a little contemptuous, as if he was really a prodigal son.

"Mother! At the auction, didn't you stretch your necks and shout with red eyes? Now that you don't have the strength to bid, why are you pretending to be B?!" Duan Zidai was extremely depressed.

When people take pictures of things, they are as happy as if they found a treasure, and when they take pictures of their own hair, they feel like a fool being wiped out by someone. What is it all about! ?

The only thing that comforts me is that the owner of this hair seems to have just looked at his side twice more.

Even so, I finally won this lot for the old Duan's family, and it was probably the most expensive lot tonight, so Duan Zidai put the brocade box with Chen Bisong's hair on top of his head, and told everyone I showed it off and won sparse applause.

Duan Zidai took a provocative look at Fan Wubing, only to find that Wuzhi Xiaoji, Fan Wubing and the others were discussing something, smiling all over his face, he didn't take this side at all. It's the same thing, I feel more depressed.

But no matter what, I still saved Chen Bisong's hair from that wretched Japanese.

But if he had heard the conversation between Wuzhi Xiaoji and Fan Wubing, he would probably be so angry that his seven orifices would bleed.

"Boss? How do you know that they will definitely follow us?" Wu Zhi Xiaoji asked Fan Wubing for advice.

"What's so strange about this." Fan Wubing glanced at Li Zhuoyu who was sitting next to him, and said with a smile, "Since I know their details from Li Xiansheng, Duan Mingli and Ou Mingde appearing here together at least shows one thing. The matter, the two parties may be cooperating in a certain aspect, and it is very likely that it is a project that is under discussion, otherwise there is no need to make such a high profile. In this case, Duan Mingli naturally does not want his face to be swept away in front of his partners You will be ashamed, so after you have won the title of the number one personal donation, he has to steal your limelight, right? Otherwise, it will be too embarrassing!"

"The boss really has a good opinion! I really admire you so much!" Wu Zhi Xiaoji now admires Fan Wubing so much.

Fan Wubing glanced at Li Zhuoyu who was smiling, and thought that this person seemed to be not very good with the Duan family, otherwise he wouldn't have such a gloating expression, so he said to Wuzhi Xiaoji with a straight face, " Oh, how many times have I told you? Don't practice personality cult!"