As the owner of the Beijing Club, Li Jianhua first stood in front of the microphone of the salute platform, tried his voice, and after a few simple words, he invited the man who came in with him to the ceremonial stage.

The most annoying thing about this kind of drinking party is that the leader speaks on stage.

Sure enough, as soon as the fat man stood on the stage, after introducing himself first, he began to give a speech that made people's eyelids fight. Yan Murong only listened to him introduce his name and position, then slipped to the dining table, picked up a tray, sandwiched a plate full of food, and began to comfort his belly, which had already begun to protest - as for what the director surnamed Wang said on it, he ate all the food into his stomach, and it would be flushed into the toilet with his metabolism the next day.

"You're that hungry?" Yan Murong was feasting on the food on the plate, Yan Minghua came over and said with a smile. "You look like you've been hungry for days, and you see, no one touches the food on this table except you."

"Hmm-water." Yan Murong's cheeks were bulging, and he pointed to the red wine on the table indistinctly.

"I have to serve you, mother." Yan Minghua glanced at him angrily, but he was not willing to let him choke, and handed him a glass of red wine.

"Hiccup—it's so cool, it's full." Rushing the food in his mouth into his stomach with red wine, Yan Murong burped with a satisfied face, and waved his stomach to indicate that he was full.

"What did you just say?"

"I said you were a starving ghost."

"Hey, hey." Yan Murong smiled, grabbed a tissue and wiped the food residue hanging from the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile. "I'm just a little hungry."

"Okay, I'll tell you something when I'm full." Yan Minghua said. "Wait for that Director Wang to finish chattering, there will be a small auction."

"Auctions? Why hasn't anyone told me? Yan Murong asked with a strange expression.

"Tell you what to do? You don't have anything to give. Yan Minghua said with a smile. This auction is different, everything is donated by the people who attended the reception. ”

"Who says I don't have anything to donate?" Yan Murong said. "But I wondered, what should these people do, do they have to do this?"

"Charity." Yan Minghua explained. "There was a snowstorm on the border between China and Mongolia, and these people ran out to show up."

"What about you? What was donated? Yan Murong asked with interest.

"Me? What am I donating to those idiots, don't they all have to go crazy? Yan Minghua giggled.

"That's right." Yan Murong nodded approvingly. "You're a goddess, you can only choose to watch and not play with it, they don't dare to do anything to you, take a picture of what you donate~yin It's still okay - but, what did you donate?"

"Guess." Yan Minghua blinked and said. "Guess it and let you touch it."

"Don't guess." Yan Murong shook his head resolutely.

"It's boring." Yan Minghua snorted, threw Yan Murong a big white eye, and said. "I donated a pair of stockings, black, still with mesh."

"You-" Yan Murong looked shocked. "What did you wear?"

"I didn't wear it." Yan Minghua shook his head and said with a serious face. "I bought it at the stall, fifty yuan and three pairs, but I tore up the bag."

“――”

Yan Murong can only use the words admiration to express his current mood at this moment. Donate stockings? Or is it black with mesh?

Damn, I guess this woman did such a thing.

Half an hour passed, and Director Wang finally finished his long speech, and then, a cheongsam beauty host walked up and announced the start of the auction.

As the auction progressed, Yan Murong was an eye-opener.

Have you ever seen a Xinhua dictionary worth 1.7 million? Haven't seen it, have you? Just because this dictionary was used by a certain financial giant when he was in high school, it sold for a sky-high price of 1.7 million.

Next, all kinds of bizarre lots were showcased, such as the first shirt of a certain rich man, a photo album of a certain actor, and a pen used by a high-ranking official, all of which fetched a lot of prices - of course, Yan Minghua's pair of stockings from the stalls even sold at a price that shocked the ** - 5.5 million.

When the auctioneer held up the pair of stockings and said that this was the stockings donated by Yan Minghua, chairman of Minghua Group, the men who were eighteen years old and sixty-eight years old suddenly had their eyes lit up, like hungry wolves, and fried a pair of stockings worth less than 20 yuan and the starting price was only 10,000 yuan in minutes.

"Damn, if such an auction is held several times a month, then we can make money sitting at home every day." Yan Murong sighed and said with a sigh. "Sister-in-law, why don't you give me all the socks and underwear you wear in the future, I'll take them out and sell them for money, let's split them fifty-fifty."

"Yo, you're pretty business-minded." Yan Minghua smiled.

"It's a quick money." Yan Murong sighed. "You look at the news, every day there are people who go to drug trafficking and robbing banks in order to make a fortune, how unsafe it is, we are both safe and profitable."

"Get out of the way." Yan Minghua scolded with a smile and said in a low voice. "If you want, I'll give you a set, okay? It is guaranteed to be worn. ”

"Forget it." Yan Murong hurriedly shook his head, he didn't have this kind of habit-besides, even if he had this kind of habit, couldn't he collect Su Qingwu?

Soon, all the donated things were successfully auctioned off, and more than 35 million donations were raised, making Yan Murong call these people really rich.

"Thank you for your generosity, and on behalf of the people in the affected areas, thank you." The host burst into tears and bowed deeply, but the eyes of these guys in the audience drifted into her open neckline because of the bending over.

"Now, I announce, the auction—"

"Wait."

Just as the host was about to announce the end of the auction, Yan Murong, who had been chatting quietly with Yan Minghua, suddenly stood up and shouted loudly.

"Sir, is there anything else you can do?" The host asked with a polite smile at Yan Murong.

"This--I didn't remember what I had to donate just now, but now that I think about it, it's not too late, right?" Yan Murong said with a smile.

"Of course it's not too late." The host laughed. "Thank you for your generosity, may I ask, what would you like to donate?"

"Donate a book." Yan Murong stood up, took out a torn-looking book from the pocket of his suit, and said. "That's it, the Green Capsule Sutra."

PS: I'm tired these days, I didn't get up until 4 p.m., and it's late, sorry.