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As soon as Yang Yuan's words fell, the entire venue fell silent. He squinted his eyes and stared intently at Mo Ming, thinking to himself, "Heh, Mo Ming, I want to see how you handle this."
All eyes turned to Mo Ming, eager to see how the major shareholder of the Phoenix Grand Hotel would respond. This was a chance to indirectly gauge the true wealth of this mysterious tycoon.
In response, Mo Ming remained unfazed. He slowly raised a middle finger directed at Yang Yuan and calmly said, "I don't have much money, but to show my support for the children's dreams, I will personally donate one hundred million."
A faint murmur of disappointment arose in the crowd; that amount was far less than they had expected. After all, for someone who owned a significant stake in the highest-end hotel in Nanhua City, a donation of one hundred million seemed quite small.
It was clear that Yang Yuan intended to make things difficult. Initially, Murong Lian and others were worried that Mo Ming might be put on the spot. However, upon seeing Mo Ming's confident smile, they felt reassured and were curious about what he was really thinking.
"Heh, Mr. Williams Mo, you are the largest shareholder of the Phoenix Grand Hotel. In terms of financial power, you must surpass many people here. If I heard correctly, one hundred million seems too little," Yang Yuan indeed pressed on with his challenge.
"If I think one hundred million is too little for my personal contribution, then wouldn't it be insufficient for Young Master Yang to represent the company with three hundred million Renminbi?" Mo Ming teased. "Moreover, why is Young Master Yang in such a hurry? I haven't clarified yet; I meant one billion in US dollars."
The crowd erupted into another wave of discussion. Fu Meng and others widened their eyes at Mo Ming; he still wore an expression full of confidence and seriousness, not resembling someone joking at all.
Three hundred million US dollars was no small sum; it couldn't just be casually offered. Even among the so-called elite present, it would be difficult for them to easily access such funds. Furthermore, considering that Mo Ming had recently acquired a large number of shares in the Phoenix Grand Hotel and still had so much capital available for use, his financial strength seemed extraordinary.
Because of this recent stock purchase by Mo Ming, Yang Yuan initially thought he could use it against him to put him on the spot. However, the situation suddenly reversed, delivering a public slap in the face to Yang Yuan.
When Murong Lian heard this figure, she didn't think of "putting on a brave face," but rather felt an overwhelming sense of disbelief. Since their first meeting, this seemingly ordinary and mischievous young man had repeatedly surprised her.
In her heart, she began to feel that Mo Ming possessed extraordinary capabilities.
Anyone could hear that Mo Ming's words were laced with barbs; each barb was enough to leave Yang Yuan severely wounded. Cao Jingfan and Ye Buluo, two seasoned business foxes, secretly laughed at Yang Yuan's self-inflicted predicament.
Yes, I find one hundred million US dollars too little; yet you represent a publicly listed American company claiming to lead charitable efforts but only contributed three hundred million Renminbi—does that really seem substantial? Is such sincerity enough?
Everyone secretly laughed at Yang Yuan for failing to achieve his goal and provoking someone he shouldn't have. At this moment, Yang Yuan's face still wore a smile, but it was the most bitter smile.
"Mr. Mo is right; we have indeed shown insufficient sincerity. Alright, to demonstrate that our company is very sincere, I, Yang, will contribute another three hundred million Renminbi," Yang Yuan inquired, "I wonder if this level of sincerity satisfies you, Mr. Williams Mo?"
"Don't ask me if I'm satisfied; after all, you're not donating to me. As long as those children are happy, that's what matters. However, Young Master Yang's generosity is commendable, so on behalf of those kids, I thank you for your kindness," Williams Mo replied.
"You're joking. Compared to Mr. Williams Mo, I'm still lacking," Yang Yuan said with a bitter smile, shaking his head as he continued fundraising. After this incident, he would have to think twice before trying to shift blame onto Mo Ming next time.
"Wow, Mo Ming, I never expected you to be so wealthy," Su Xiuwen exclaimed in surprise, a smile slowly forming at the corners of her mouth. "Rich guy, let's be friends."
"Can we still have fun?" Mo Ming said with a bitter smile and shook his head. "Damn it, I just got carried away and spent all my recent savings; it hurts."
"Come on, stop pretending; we're still good friends," Murong Lian scoffed. "You look so poor and shabby on the surface, but in reality, you're an absolute tycoon. Can you tell me which bank you robbed? I'll go get some money too."
"Go away! I'm a law-abiding citizen; I never do anything illegal!" Mo Ming said irritably. "Hey, fine! You three can keep your judgment... as if I never said anything!"
Fu Meng chuckled and said, "Indeed, the younger generation pushes the older generation forward. You're quite wealthy; when will you lend me some? I'm really broke."
"Uncle, I can't lend you any money; otherwise, you'd ruin your years of integrity," Mo Ming replied with a bitter smile.
This was true; Fu Meng had never accepted any bribes and had no black accounts. He lived on a meager mayor's salary and truly had no money. However, Fu Meng did not respond to Mo Ming but instead stated, "I will donate five hundred thousand to those children!"
At this statement, the room fell silent. Fu Meng seemed unfazed and continued, "There's no need for everyone to be surprised. I have always been upright; this five hundred thousand may not seem much to you, but it has taken me many years to save!"
With that declaration, applause erupted throughout the room.
Indeed, you may have billions in wealth and only donate ten million to charity while I have only one million in assets yet donate five hundred thousand. The difference in donation amounts is vast; however, that five hundred thousand is far more precious than that ten million.
When the applause faded, Mo Ming nodded slightly and clapped his hands in a rhythmic manner, saying, "Mayor Fu is a person of integrity and has a charitable heart. I believe our country lacks such individuals who can benefit the people. I am proud to have Mayor Fu as my Uncle. Without further ado, in the name of Mayor Fu, I will donate one hundred million dollars!"
"Wow." The audience erupted into a stir once again.
It seemed that Mo Ming had become synonymous with "wealthy," casually able to take out such a large sum for charity. This was not just wealth; it was astonishing. Not only was he donating himself, but he was also donating on behalf of his Uncle—he wasn't even related by blood, so why go to such lengths?
Fu Meng smiled wryly at Mo Ming and said, "Mo Ming, you really don’t need to help me with donations. I will donate what I can. If I only have a thousand dollars, I would still only donate five hundred—there's no shame in that."
"Hehe, after all, donations are meant to benefit society. It doesn’t matter; in this lifetime, what does it matter how much money you have? When you die, you can't take it with you anyway. It's better to give it to those in need," Mo Ming replied lightly with a smile.
"Dead male lead, I suddenly realize you do have some compassion," Murong Lian smiled slightly at Mo Ming and then said, "Young Master Yang, my father has work to attend to tonight and cannot come. However, he heard about the charity event here and specifically sent me to represent him. Our Murong Family will also contribute one billion dollars!"
The Murong Family indeed had deep pockets; their donation alone surpassed that of both the Cao Family and the Ye Family combined. The faces of the Cao Family and Ye Family changed slightly, but there was nothing they could do about it. In terms of financial power, they were indeed inferior to the Murong Family; saving face would only lead to suffering.
"Miss Murong is not only beautiful but also full of love. On behalf of the children, Yang expresses gratitude to Miss Murong and Mr. Murong Old Man for their kindness," Yang Yuan said politely with a smile at Murong Lian before continuing, "I wonder if anyone else would like to contribute some love? If not, the charity fundraiser will..."
"Wait a moment; I haven't donated yet," Su Xiuwen said with a smile. "You are all bosses; I'm just someone working for the bosses. I don't have much money; I can only donate ten million."
"Hehe, Miss Su is joking; ten million is not a small amount. In charity work, every bit counts—donating one thousand also helps many people," Yang Yuan responded smoothly. "I suppose no one else wants to donate?"
After waiting for a long time without any response, Yang Yuan nodded and said, "Since no one else is donating, we will conclude the charity fundraiser here. Thank you all for your participation. There will be a ball afterward; those interested can stay."
Mo Ming frowned as he noticed a slight smirk at the corner of Yang Yuan's mouth. Just as Yang Yuan's words were about to finish, the lights in the hotel dimmed immediately, and a commotion arose among the crowd. As colorful lights illuminated the room, a group of elegantly dressed dancers appeared on stage.
As music began to play, an elegant violin accompaniment filled the air like melodies from high mountains or tranquil streams. The dancers started moving in sync with the music; their steps were natural and their movements fluid, showcasing solid foundational skills.
The audience remained silent as they quietly enjoyed the performance.
Suddenly, the expressions of those people changed dramatically, revealing a sharp glint of killing intent. Many noticed it, but before they could react, the gleaming knives hidden beneath their clothes were drawn.
"Don't move! We only seek wealth!"
Murong Lian, as a woman who had lived in a gilded cage since childhood, did not possess the fierce mentality of a powerful woman in the advertising world. In the face of danger, she still felt fear.
Just moments ago, Mo Ming had been sitting beside her, but when Murong Lian turned to look for him, she found he had vanished without a trace.
If Mo Ming had been there, Murong Lian might not have been afraid. Ever since their encounter with robbers at the Jewelry Store, this god-like man had left a deep impression on her heart. As long as Mo Ming was around, it seemed that all dangers were rendered safe.
"Mo Ming, where are you? I'm so scared..."
Su Xiuwen was somewhat calmer than Murong Lian; however, she was still a woman and felt fear in such a situation. She looked around but did not see Shang Xige. Both he and Mo Ming had disappeared at this critical moment.
As the lights of the hotel came on, the wealthy patrons realized they were surrounded by men in black, armed with guns and knives. However, it was clear that there weren't many firearms; most were wielding knives. For those accustomed to luxury, both knives and guns signified death.
"Hmph, you have quite the nerve to rob us openly here!" Fu Meng said fearlessly, his eyes narrowing into a dangerous arc as Tian Meng stood protectively around him, vigilant against their surroundings.
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