Seeing the other party's exaggerated approach, Yu Fei himself was a little speechless.

Originally, he just wanted to participate in the centennial celebration of the school in a low-key manner, but now that he was so blinded by Patriarch Zhao, he became the one who was taken care of by him, which was really a bit embarrassing.

Teacher Wang Jing had followed Principal Yuan's personal instructions before, and when she hurriedly added a sofa to the auditorium, she thought that a provincial leader who was inconvenient to attend had come over.

In the end, when she found out that Principal Yuan did this to invite Yu Fei to take a seat, her whole person was a little messy, was this really the most uneasy naughty student she had been staring at for four years?

"President Yuan, are you going to kill me? In my heart, the environment of the university has always been very pure, and I don't want this bad atmosphere to ......start from me," Yu Fei said.

Hearing this, Principal Yuan was stunned for a moment, his heart widened, and he praised: "It's not a loss to the students taught by my Jiang University, it's my thinking that has gone astray, forgive me......"

At this moment, Principal Yuan straightened his waist again and walked back to his seat with his head held high, honored.

At this time, Yu Fei also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and finally sat in his seat with peace of mind.

It's just that after this wave of support, the members of the school's student union sitting next to Yu Fei were all silent, like pins and needles.

One by one, like javelins, they sat straight and straight, not daring to move.

Seeing this scene, Yu Fei only smiled and did not take the initiative to speak, for fear that as soon as he opened his mouth, he would scare these juniors and sisters.

"Only now do I realize that Master Yu's face is really big. Tang Qingya, who has been watching coldly, seems to have seen a farce in the world.

"Actually, I'd rather continue to be a little transparent, happiness is not how many people give you face, but how you can live the way you like, and the people who are willing to give you face are people who may ask for you. Yu Fei responded calmly.

"You're right, however, Lu Qingshan probably won't think so, and now he must be so envious. Tang Qingya said.

Yu Fei glanced at Lu Qingshan, and found that when the other party looked at him, a holy light really appeared in his eyes, and he immediately replied: "You know him, otherwise, you two can live together." ”

"I hate it, if you dare to talk nonsense, I will ignore you completely!" Tang Qingya said angrily.

The two are using WeChat to exchange ideas, and the centennial celebration activity was also grandly opened under the leadership of President Yuan.

Inspired by Master Yu's silence and low profile, this time, President Yuan's opening speech was very brief.

He did not deliberately thank every heavyweight guest present, but thanked them in a unified manner, and then took this opportunity to review the history, achievements and characteristics of Jiangcheng University.

At the same time, President Yuan also expressed the appeal of this anniversary, strengthening external exchanges, contacting alumni feelings, improving the quality of the school, optimizing the school-running environment, striving for support from all walks of life, and striving to build Jiangcheng University into a well-known top university in China.

After President Yuan finished speaking, everyone applauded warmly, and soon, the stage began to show the demeanor of students in the new era.

Dance, Music, Sketches, Dramas, Songs...... With the help of these literary and artistic programs full of the theme characteristics of Jiang University, the bigwigs who returned to school were all in a floating mood and immersed in their own memories.

A few bigwigs, perhaps remembering their youthful years that would never return, actually cried on the spot.

Patriarch Zhao cried, Wu Shoufu cried, and Principal Yuan soon cried, as soon as these people cried, the others couldn't cry if they didn't want to, and they all wiped their tears.

At this time, what really moved them was no longer the various programs performed by the students on stage, but the tears from the bigwigs around them.

Unconsciously, the bigwigs in the entire C area cried silently, only those young people who attended on behalf of their fathers sat in the middle, their faces unhappy and in a dilemma.

Lu Qingshan, like Yu Fei, has only graduated for three years in total, and he can't brew this kind of sadness at all, and he doesn't feel sad about flowers, so he simply swiped his mobile phone silently.

Tang Qingya didn't cry either, but she behaved politely and restrained, she always watched the show on the stage intently, and seemed to be unaware of the surrounding situation.

Zhou Yanrong has no heart or lungs, let alone crying, but she is the one who enjoys watching the show the most, with a good location, good sight, all the details on the stage can be perfectly captured by her, and she enjoys it.

The bigwigs in the central district were crying, and the students around them suddenly became a little embarrassed.

They have not yet experienced the beating of society, they are ambitious, they are arrogant, and they can't do such a shameful thing as crying and patting sycophants in public.

Moreover, they don't know who these tears are shown to, so there is no point.

However, when they thought of these beautiful seniors who were about to graduate and were going to get married soon, their hearts were also uncomfortable.

I have to say that the organizers of the school celebration had a very good rhythm, and when the whole scene was sentimental, the alumni donation link of this event suddenly began.

Seeing this, the emotional Zhao patriarch, in order to take a good start, immediately wiped away his tears, waved his hand, and said directly: "On behalf of the Jiangcheng Zhao family, in order to thank my alma mater for the teaching grace, I have decided to donate one billion this time, and it will be paid at one time!"

"Since Patriarch Zhao has spoken, I will also follow a billion, and I will also arrive at the account at one time. President Wu Tiancheng said in a deep voice.

After speaking, he looked directly at Hou Haidong, the vice president beside him, and the meaning was self-evident - you are my little brother, you can't drop the chain at a critical moment.

"I'm ashamed, I don't have the financial resources and strength of Patriarch Zhao and President Wu, so this time it's a small ...... Small donations...... A hundred million. When Hou Haidong said this, he tried to make himself appear calmer, but the muscles on his face trembled slightly betrayed him ruthlessly.

"On behalf of my father Tang Hongwei, I donated 200 million yuan, which will be received at one time. When it was her turn, Tang Qingya said calmly.

"On behalf of my father, Lu Yongkang, I donated 250 million yuan, which will be received at one time. After Lu Qingshan finished speaking, he deliberately squeezed his eyebrows at Tang Qingya, he couldn't compare to others, but he insisted on pressing the other party.

After that, the other outstanding alumni who sat in the first row donated generously to the school, all in the form of 100 million yuan.

By the time we got to the second row, the level of donations was much lower, but they were all in millions.

To the third row, because some of them are the secretaries of the big guys, the level of donations is also uneven, falling again and again.

There are hundreds of thousands, and there are only tens of thousands, and when it was Zhou Yanrong's turn, she bit her lip and said crisply: "I personally donate 10 million!"

Seeing this lively and lovely little girl, she actually donated tens of millions of dollars silently, and all the big guys subconsciously glanced at her.

"Girl, who is your father?" Patriarch Zhao asked in public with a look of appreciation in his eyes when he heard this.

"Thank you for your concern, my father is Zhou Hui from Xinghui Pharmaceutical, however, he is not a graduate of Jiangcheng University, so he didn't come over today......" Zhou Yanrong explained politely.

"It turned out to be him, I've heard of it, you girl, it's very good. Patriarch Zhao praised with a face full of satisfaction.

The donation link is here in Zhou Yanrong, and after a small fluctuation, the next step is much smoother.

In the end, all the "outstanding" alumni who basically sat in Area C were "forced to donate" in public.

However, when they sat here, they had already been thoroughly identified by the school, and they all had the consciousness of donating money to return to their alma mater, so the atmosphere of the whole scene was warm and peaceful.

After the donation of District C, because the alumni of other districts have relatively shriveled up their wallets, the school will no longer "turn their fate" in public, which seems to be very humane.

If these people are willing to donate, they can also privately donate to the school's public account on the big screen.

Just as Teacher Wang Jing, who was presiding over the donation session on the stage, was about to start the next session, Patriarch Zhao suddenly asked with a smile: "Principal Yuan, are you missing someone?"