jdhmnovel Chapter 157 Money-Making Conference
Chapter 157 Money-Making Conference
Chapter 157 Money-Making Conference
stadium.
That evening, the second charity auction in Hanshan County was held in the stadium. The reason for choosing the stadium was, of course, because Wang Wenzhou wanted to make more money.
The stadium, which can hold 15,000 people, was packed to capacity. This time, admission required tickets, each costing one tael of silver. For the people of Hanshan in the past, one tael of silver was a sum they would not have been willing to spend.
Now, the people of Hanshan have become wealthy; in modern terms, Hanshan now has many middle-class citizens. As the saying goes, those with stable property have stable minds. With so many dead and injured in this riot, the simple and kind-hearted people of Hanshan came one after another, wanting to offer their share of charity. This is because Wang Qingtian stipulated that all proceeds from this auction would go to a charitable fund.
The compensation and relief funds for the dead and injured caused by the riots will also be funded by charitable foundations.
Because Sheng Lan's injury had not yet healed, Li Yajing became the host of this charity auction.
Li Yajing had large dark circles under her eyes, from crying too much yesterday. She stared blankly ahead, her mind filled with the scenes from yesterday.
Wang Wenzhou said that Sheng Liang was eventually carried to the labor camp by four people. The poor little racing prodigy was barely alive, but even so, Sheng Liang still didn't change his tune, constantly repeating: "I love Li Yajing, I want to sleep with her."
Whether it was because Wang Wenzhou and Sheng Lan played the drums well, or because Li Yajing was moved by Sheng Liang's persistent love, Li Yajing suddenly felt that Sheng Liang was actually a good husband candidate.
First, there's Sheng Liang's background. He's not only Wang Wenzhou's nephew, but his father is also a wealthy businessman in Hanshan. These days, Tingermei Apparel is expanding rapidly. Not only does it have stores in every county of Hezhou, but it's also starting to open shops in major cities like Beijing and Nanjing.
Furthermore, Sheng Liang was quite handsome, although he was a bit of a scoundrel and had forced himself on her. Yet, he was willing to endure so many beatings; that kind of perseverance is something not everyone can do. Li Yajing even felt that she wasn't good enough for Sheng Liang.
"Miss Li, it's your turn to go on stage." At this moment, someone interrupted Li Yajing's deep thoughts.
Li Yajing nodded and walked onto the stage.
The crowd below the stage immediately erupted in commotion.
"Miss Li, you're not singing today, are you?"
Please, please don't sing any ditty!
Li Yajing smiled faintly and said, "Greetings, elders of Hanshan. Please be quiet."
The crowd below the stage continued to make noise.
Li Yajing threatened, "Do you all really want to hear me sing a little tune? Fine, I'll sing one."
"Shut the fuck up!"
"Everyone be quiet!"
Someone immediately shouted that they really couldn't appreciate the off-key singing.
The stadium fell silent instantly. If the Little Car God were there, he would definitely protest that Li Yajing's voice was too melodious when she was speeding.
Li Yajing glanced at the notebook in her hand and said, "Everyone must have a deep understanding of the riots of the past few days. So many innocent people were killed, including relatives, friends, and neighbors of some of you."
Li Yajing said sadly, "I understand that many people are heartbroken right now. Lord Wang is no exception. That's why Lord Wang specially organized this charity auction. All proceeds from this event will go to the charity fund."
"Pa pa pa..." There was warm applause from the audience.
"Wang Qingtian is wholeheartedly devoted to the people!"
"Wang Qingtian has the heart of a bodhisattva!"
The people's heartfelt cry.
After the applause subsided, Li Yajing continued, "In addition to some calligraphy and painting works, this conference also features various goods donated by kind-hearted businesses. Among them, Sheng Lei and Sheng Daguanren, the owners of Tingermei Clothing, donated 10,000 pieces of clothing. I personally hope that everyone here will buy one of these items. Although they are a bit more expensive than in the market, all proceeds will go to charity. You will not only buy clothes, but also contribute to a good cause."
"I'll buy two!"
"I want to buy one too!"
Immediately, people in the audience shouted that they wanted to donate.
Li Yajing waved her hand and said, "Please don't rush, everyone. There is a sales counter at the entrance of the stadium. You can buy some when you leave."
Many people have already made up their minds to buy one. Otherwise, if their neighbors find out that they participated in a charity auction but couldn't even afford a new outfit, they'd be too embarrassed to show their faces.
Li Yajing continued, "Thank you to HSBC Steamed Bun Shop for providing free catering services to the staff of this conference, and thank you to Qianda Construction Company..."
Li Yajing thanked the various sponsors on stage, while the people in the audience were discussing it animatedly.
"Why didn't the Yang family contribute any money?"
"This is outrageous! Yang Nan is a heartless rich man!"
Yang Nan is Yang Shan's father, and he is known as the richest man in Hanshan. The people all feel that he has no conscience if he doesn't contribute money.
Yang Nan was also present at today's charity auction. He not only wanted to donate money, but he would donate a large sum. There was no way around it; his precious son, Yang Shan, was still in jail.
Yang Nan sneered and said softly, "Wang Wenzhou is truly a genius. His ability to make money is unparalleled!"
Ma Biao, Sun Ming, and Yang Nan sat side by side in the VIP section. VIP seats also required payment; a single VIP ticket cost one thousand taels of silver, and even having money didn't guarantee a ticket. Only those of high status and influence in Hanshan could obtain such tickets.
Ma Biao nodded and muttered under his breath, "One piece of clothing costs one tael of silver. Adding the entrance fee, more than 30,000 taels of silver have already been safely pocketed by Wang Qingtian."
Ma Biao deliberately dragged out the pronunciation of the three characters "Wang Qingtian," conveying a strong sense of irony.
"Brother Yang, is 50,000 taels each enough for us?" Sun Ming asked in a low voice.
Yang Nan said with a wry smile, "That's quite a lot! How can we raise so much cash in a short time? Does Wang Wenzhou intend to force us into bankruptcy? Besides, we've also donated all the grain that those three scoundrels collected. All together, several hundred thousand taels of silver—can't that buy back the lives of our three sons?"
"Haha..." Sun Ming laughed loudly, "Our ancestors have been doing business for generations and the wealth they have accumulated is not as much as what Wang Qingtian has earned in just a few months. I regret it! I should have studied hard back then, passed the imperial examination, and found a place to become a county magistrate."
"Heh!" Ma Biao said disdainfully, "We're not from a noble family. If we were officials, and dared to make money like this, we would have been arrested by the Six Doors and imprisoned long ago. Take my brother-in-law for example, an honest official who doesn't love money. The memorials impeaching him would be taller than a person. I don't think he'd last long as a prefect."
"Sigh..." Yang Nan sighed and said, "Who told us that our ancestors never shed blood for the Ming Dynasty!"
At this moment, Li Yajing on the stage spoke up: "Next, please welcome Lord Wang Wenzhou to present the first item to be auctioned at this conference, the 'Hundred Rolling Stones' painting."
As soon as Li Yajing finished speaking, two policewomen walked to the center of the stage holding up the "Hundred Rolling Pictures".
"Huh?" Those who were close to the stage were completely dumbfounded.
It truly lives up to its name, "The Hundred Rolling Characters," as it's covered in densely packed characters for "roll." With Lord Wang personally auctioning it, could this painting hold a deeper meaning?