Dorsett Hotel, one of the famous hotels in Beijing, is a gathering place for the powerful and wealthy.

The sun had already set, and He Ye, who was dressed in a purple dress, stood under the street lamp, looking at the splendid building and the many valuable luxury cars in front of the hotel, looking down at the invitation card in his hand, and suddenly felt a little happy.

Fortunately, with Zuo Han by her side, if she only invited herself, I am afraid she would not have the courage to go in. Where the hell did that guy die, shouldn't he not come?

After waiting for a while, He Ye saw Zuo Han slowly walking across the street.

He Ye was overjoyed at first, then his face sank, and he said angrily: "Why did you come here, do you know how long I waited?" ”

"Sorry for the delay." Zuo Han didn't want to explain too much.

He Ye snorted and was about to say something, when suddenly a person rushed from the door of the hotel.

"Brother Zuo, He Ye, you are here."

Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi had already seen He Ye, but he didn't dare to come over. I was relieved when I saw Zuo Han appear, and I ran over with a smoke. After rushing over, he grabbed Zuo Han's hand with excitement and shook it vigorously, but his eyes glanced at He Ye vigorously.

Zuo Han hurriedly gave Zhang Yi a look, and said with a haha: "I didn't expect Yi Shao to greet the guests in person." You get busy first, and we'll go in ourselves. ”

Zhang Yi is usually a good person, but at this time, his brain is obviously not bright, and he shook his head again and again: "I'm not busy, I'm here to pick you up." The banquet hall is on the second floor, I'll take you up ......"

Zuo Han's face was crooked, and He Yehu said suspiciously: "How did you know that we would come, Uncle Zhang told you?" ”

"Where to tell my father, the invitations were all written by me, and I also called Brother Zuo, of course I know."

Zhang Yi's mouth slipped smoothly, Zuo Han became more and more helpless, and He Ye was furious.

"Okay, you guys colluded?!" He Yexing's eyes were round, and he turned around to leave.

"Ah, it's not ......" Zhang Yi reacted at this time, and subconsciously stopped He Ye, but he didn't know what to say, and looked at Zuo Han for help.

Zuo Han glanced at Zhang Yi with hatred and hatred, and persuaded He Ye: "Is it collusion, even if you don't give Zhang Yi face, you can't let Mr. Zhiyuan not come to the stage." ”

Zhang Yi was finally clever this time, and hurriedly said: "Please you are my father's meaning, I just helped write the invitation." ”

He Ye pondered for a moment, glared at Zuo Han fiercely, and strode towards the main entrance of the hotel.

"Brother Zuo, I seem to have messed up ......" Zhang Yi looked annoyed.

"Don't be discouraged, there's still a chance." Zuo Han patted Zhang Yi's shoulder comfortingly, and the two followed.

When he went upstairs, He Ye was standing at the door of the banquet hall and frowned.

The door of the main banquet hall on the second floor is facing the staircase, and there is a sign erected at the door with four large characters.

Huayun Fund!

Zhang Zhiyuan started from scratch, the group was named after himself, and the invitation letter given by Zhang Yi was also signed by Zhiyuan Group.

He Ye was a little confused and didn't dare to rush in.

Zhang Yi hurriedly went up to show it and acted as an explanation.

Zhang Zhiyuan's charity reception was held in cooperation with Huayun Foundation to raise funds for poor children in mountainous areas. After the fundraising is completed, the operation of the donation will also be completed by Huayun Foundation.

Huayun Foundation is an international charity based in Thailand. Because the details of the use of each fund will be publicized, and it will be tracked later, which is quite credible.

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Because it was a cocktail party, the banquet hall was very relaxed. In the center are two long rows of tables filled with drinks and fruit desserts. On either side are resting tables and chairs, but there are not many people sitting. Most people walk back and forth with wine glasses in hand, exchanging business cards with each other.

Most of the people who attended the reception were wealthy people who were worth a lot of money, and they came to participate in this reception organized by Zhang Zhiyuan more for connections. As soon as two people clink glasses, maybe they can talk about business in a few words.

There are also a few tables at the door, with the sign of the love desk and the donation box, as well as three computers, and behind them sit the staff of Huayun Fund and the bank.

He Ye hesitated, walked to the donation box and put a thousand dollars in it.

After He Ye came back, Zhang Yi praised He Ye for his love, but Zuo Han was a little sad.

Zuo Han sighed: "What kind of fun are you making." The people who come here are all rich people, and you don't even have a fraction of what they do. ”

"They may only donate for one night, while I donate for a semester." He Ye glared at Zuo Han: "I don't have as much money as them, but I have more heart than them." ”

Zhang Yi was touted again, and Zuo Han was slightly stunned.

Zuo Han was not surprised by He Ye's kindness. But when He Ye was saying that, Zuo Han suddenly felt a surging holy power. Although it was only for a moment, it was still keenly captured by Zuo Han.

He Ye was obviously still angry with Zuo Han because of the "collusion incident", and after speaking, he walked in angrily, and Zhang Yi followed behind with a cheeky face.

Could it be that He Ye also inherited the same heart of the Holy Son as He Jinsong? But why can't I notice it?

Zuo Han looked at He Ye's back and pondered for a moment, walked to the love table, and asked, "Excuse me, have you recorded the donation of that young lady just now?" ”

"Of course, even if you donate a dollar, we will register." A staff member replied politely.

"I'm the young lady's assistant and want to make up some money." Zuo Han asked: "I only have an account in the United States, can I transfer money on the computer?" ”

"Of course, you can log on to the website of Huayun Fund, and you can connect with any bank in the world......"

A staff member in a bank uniform skillfully tapped a few times on the computer, then turned the computer screen to Zuo Han and pushed the keyboard over, not overdoing it.

Zuo Han entered the account to log in, looked at the balance inside, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Joey, that guy really wasn't lying.

For Zuo Han, money is not of much use, just enough to spend. And from a certain point of view, this money can be regarded as "given" by He Jinsong.

Zuo Han thought about it for a while, and knocked a string of numbers in the donation column of Huayun Fund......

After a few seconds, the staff of Huayun Fund in front of a computer next to him said mechanically: "The donation has been received, recorded in the name of Ms. He Ye, and now the total amount is ...... It's ......"

The staff member suddenly stammered, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and blurted out in disbelief: "A million dollars!" ”

Although it is a charity reception for the rich, it has no special name, and everyone generally donates more than 100,000 or 200,000 yuan, which is converted into tens of thousands of dollars, and donating more than 100,000 dollars is considered to be burning!

$1,000,000...... Even if there is a catastrophe, few people will donate so much, let alone in their own name......

By the time a few staff members came to their senses, Zuo Han had already left.

This is a real person who doesn't show his face.

Looking at Zuo Han's back, the eyes of several staff members were starry.

He Ye and Zuo Han were dressed very plainly, especially Zuo Han, who was dressed in cheap casual clothes. If Zhang Yi hadn't followed, the door of the Emgrand Hotel wouldn't have been able to enter.

However, Zuo Han didn't deliberately play mystery with them, but found that He Ye seemed to be in some trouble.

In a relatively remote corner, He Ye sat with a pale face, and Zhang Yi stood to the side at a loss. And across from them stood a young woman in a sumptuous evening dress, looking like the old lady was a nobleman, and you were a turtle.

That woman is obviously known to Zuo Han and He Ye.

The head of the second-generation club of Beijing officials, Wei Siying, who had a one-sided relationship.

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