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It's just that the subsequent speech is very different from his previous style, there is no previous tirade, just a simple representative of Fuliu High School to express gratitude to Chen Haipeng and other caring donors, and he is ready to go on.

The sentence before going down shows the reason for his style change.

"Next, please give a speech to Li Xiangmin, deputy secretary of the county party committee, everyone is welcome"

He applauded as he spoke.

A middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a dark gray suit walked up to the microphone.

Wang Tingyu shook hands with the middle-aged man, Li Xiangmin, and stepped off the stage by himself.

As soon as the deputy secretary of the county party committee who came to power opened his mouth, on behalf of the Fuliu County Party Committee, the education system expressed his gratitude to Chen Haipeng and others for their generous donations.

is worthy of being a person who has been in the officialdom for a long time, Li Xiangmin didn't use the script, and then there was a large paragraph of empty words, and after he finished speaking, he stepped down and disappeared.

When the deputy secretary of the county party committee left, Luo Cheng then came to the stage, saying that he had invited donors to speak.

Wang Qiang thought that it would be his uncle Chen Haipeng who went to the stage to speak, but he did not expect that the host introduced a person he had never heard of, Daniel Zhang.

It wasn't until the man came to the stage that Wang Qiang recognized the donor as one of the few people who had just stood at the school gate with his uncle.

The benevolent brother probably knew he was going to give a speech beforehand, walked up to the microphone, took a piece of paper from his jacket pocket, and read it according to what was written.

Although it was not an off-script speech, the content of Daniel Zhang's speech was full of positive energy, talking about the importance of education, talking about the reasons for his donation, and recalling the difficult environment in which he used to study, which made the students at the bottom of the station excited.

After Daniel Zhang finished speaking, Luo Cheng arranged for the student representative to speak.

After all the procedures were completed, Li Xiangmin took the stage to preside over the donation ceremony between the school and Chen Haipeng and others.

At the donation ceremony, each donor took a large red envelope and handed it to Wang Tingyu.

The red envelope is supposed to be made somewhere, there is no cash in it, it is 40 centimeters wide and 80 centimeters long, and the amount of donated materials is printed on the cover.

After a series of activities, it took almost an hour. When Luo Cheng announced the dismissal of the meeting, Wang Qiang's feet were numb.

Luo Cheng asked each class teacher to bring it back to the classroom by himself, and the donation ceremony was officially over, and everything seemed to have returned to peace.

The next afternoon, after school, Wang Qiang and his sister Wang Jing left school, and they were both ready to go home this week.

When he came out of school, Wang Qiang did not see his father Wang Wenhu's Chevrolet, but found that his uncle Chen Haipeng's Cadillac was parked not far away.

"Uncle's car," Wang Qiang said to his sister beside him.

Sister Wang Jing glanced at her uncle Chen Haipeng's car, and then glanced elsewhere.

Wang Qiang saw that his sister was still angry about yesterday's incident, and walked to his uncle's car with his schoolbag on his back.

As soon as I got to the car, the window glass at the back of the car was lowered.

"Wang Qiang, call your sister over, I'll pick you two back today," said Chen Haipeng, who was in the car.

Wang Qiang nodded and returned to his sister Wang Jing's side.

"Sister, it's my uncle who came to pick us up today. Uncle told us to come over," Wang Qiang said.

"If you want to go, I'll take a taxi back by myself later" Wang Jing said with some emotion.

"Let's go, sister, uncle is here to pick us up, you go take a taxi yourself, let him think what he thinks" Wang Qiang persuaded.

"If you want to go, you can go by yourself, I won't go anyway. Yesterday was so fierce to us for no reason," Wang Jing still refused to go over and said.

"Maybe my uncle is here to explain to us today," Wang Qiang said, "Otherwise, why didn't my father come to pick us up today?"

"Perhaps, our dad has something to delay" Wang Jing retorted, and wanted to go over and listen to what his uncle had to say, so he followed Wang Qiang to his uncle Chen Haipeng's Cadillac half-pushed.

got into the car, Wang Jing sat directly in the passenger seat, and in the driver's seat was Chen Haipeng's driver and assistant, Chen Fei.

"Brother Fei" Wang Qiang opened the car door, sat next to his uncle Chen Haipeng, and said hello to Chen Fei in front.

From the time she opened the door to the time she got into the car, Wang Jing sat silently in front of her from beginning to end, without saying a word.

Chen Fei started the car, and the Cadillac quickly drove away from Fuliu High School, and the car slowly quieted down, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

"Uncle, you didn't let us stay at the school gate yesterday, are you afraid that it will not affect us well?"

Wang Qiang saw that the atmosphere in the car was dull, and asked.

Chen Haipeng listened to Wang Qiang's words, leaned on the back of the seat, closed his eyes and said:

"Wang Qiang, you should know that I was found through you when Fuliu was in high school this time. And I donated something to them."

Wang Qiang remembered that at the donation ceremony yesterday, Chen Haipeng held a red envelope of 100,000 yuan, which could only be regarded as medium among all donors, and wondered:

"Uncle, didn't you say you donated 500,000 yuan, why did you see 100,000 yuan yesterday?"

Before Chen Haipeng could answer, Chen Fei, who was driving, said:

"Yesterday's donations, Mr. Chen's donation has already exceeded 500,000 yuan, but they belong to different companies."

"Uncle, this is?"

Wang Qiang looked at his uncle Chen Haipeng thoughtfully.

"I'm just here to avoid trouble," Chen Haipeng's words confirmed Wang Qiang's guess just now.

"Are you afraid that they will come to you for donations in the future?" Wang Qiang said.

"Fuliu High School probably won't ask me to donate anymore, and if I can't keep it, someone else will come to me," Chen Haipeng said: "I don't feel like I have anything to donate to education." The problem is that many organizations are collecting money in the name of donations."

"So uncle, you have put your company on the list of donations this time, and you are not the one who has donated the most money?" asked Wang Qiang.

"Yes, it's just that the outside world must think that I am an iron rooster, and I only donate a little bit worth hundreds of millions" Chen Haipeng said a little self-deprecatingly.

"We don't have the strength to be in the limelight now, and when we have the strength, we can also spend tens of millions of dollars to buy artworks for viewing and improving our taste, just like those rich people," Wang Qiang saw his uncle's appearance, patted his uncle Chen Haipeng's shoulder comfortingly, and said.

It's just that Chen Haipeng slapped Wang Qiang on the back of the head after listening to his nephew Wang Qiang's words, breaking the warm atmosphere created by Wang Qiang, and scolded with a smile:

"If you have the strength, you can't be in the limelight like that, and you spend tens of millions of dollars to buy art, that's a loser!"

"Then uncle, were you afraid that you would cause us trouble because of your business?" Wang Qiang looked at his sister, returned to the topic just now, and asked his uncle Chen Haipeng.

"Yes" Chen Haipeng sighed and said, "You are now in a critical period, and you can't delay your studies because of these little things. And if anyone knows that we are so close, a lot of people will hit your attention again, and then it won't be good."

Listening to his uncle Chen Haipeng's words, Wang Qiang nodded.

"It seems that my uncle has also realized that the unequal strength and wealth will only bring trouble to people," Wang Qiang said secretly.