Strongest Wastrel

1Originally, I had planned to settle the matters regarding Ling Family today, but facing the passionate responses of the reporters, I simply could not change my time, and could only temporarily put it aside.    0

    

After the last question was asked, Huang Bo, with a smile that didn't reach his eyes, said: "Okay, thank you for Mr. Lee's statement and the questions of the various media outlets. However, on behalf of the Dongling City Lottery, I would like to make a presumptuous request to Mr. Lee."    

    

"Go ahead." I secretly scolded Huang Bo for making the forced donation so justifiable that he wanted to slap him in the face.    

    

Our Dongling City, at most, can be considered as a second-rate city, but in many places, it is still very backward, and there are still many people who cannot eat, many children who cannot read their books, I hope that Mr. Lee can lend a hand, I represent all the poor children, poor families, and thank you for your generosity. At this point, Huang Bo bent down and cupped his hands at me, looking very low, as if he was really thinking for a poor child.    

    

Actually, I know that Huang Bo is putting on an act. Furthermore, the words he said were done first before being played. I didn't even agree to it and he dares to thank me?    

    

Isn't this letting me ride a tiger in front of all the media outlets? At that time, if the people of Heart of Glass were angered, wouldn't I be exposed as a human?    

    

I took a deep breath and didn't say anything. Huang Bo straightened his waist and smiled. The reporters below immediately started discussing.    

    

"Tell me, how much will this Mr. Lee donate in the end? I think it will definitely not be lower than thirty million, right? "    

    

"From the looks of it, this amount is definitely not low. Perhaps thirty million is only the starting price. After all, that much money has already been won."    

    

There was also a bold reporter who asked directly, "Mr. Lee, what do you think?"    

    

"This …" I stammered, seriously suspecting that Huang Bo had hired them, or that he had secretly stuffed money into their mouths to make them talk so loudly.    

    

Seeing my hesitation, Huang Bo smiled without saying a word. The bold reporter from before asked again: "Mr. Lee, you wouldn't be willing to donate so much money for a single cent, right? "Don't you have a little love?"    

    

For a moment, the doubts in the audience intensified, and I was left speechless. It was not that I lacked love, it was that I did not want this money to be eaten by some people, filling my private pockets.    

    

Just as I fell silent, that bold reporter's face flushed red, filled with anger, and started to criticize me. From start to finish, Huang Bo did not say anything else, as if the bold reporter's words were his own.    

    

Faced with such doubts, I suddenly laughed out loud, causing many people to be stunned. They all didn't understand what I meant.    

    

"In that case, I'll take out a hundred million to do charity." I raised my hand and held out a finger.    

    

Instantly, the audience was dumbstruck.    

    

"What?" 100 million? "He actually took out a hundred million?"    

    

"I thought he wasn't going to donate. So he didn't plan on how much he would pay?"    

    

"How bold, how domineering! However, we still need to deduct the tax after receiving 2 billion, and yet we're taking out a tenth of that fortune. It seems that we're treating the Lord as a servant with the heart of a lowly person. "    

    

However, I pretended that I didn't know anything as I said, "That's right, I want to take out 100 million. Of course, it's not right now, because my money has yet to be settled, but everyone, please rest assured, I, Li, will definitely fulfill my promise."    

    

Huang Bo's facial expression changed drastically. He couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Lee, what do you mean by that?"    

    

I smiled leisurely. "I said, I will give you 100 million. But this charity is not given to you, it is for me to use this 100 million to form a charity foundation."    

    

"Mr. Lee, you have no proof, how can we believe that?" The bold reporter's face turned green and white as he hurriedly said.    

    

"That's right, Mr. Lee, how do we know if you took out the 100 million or not?"    

    

"That's right. We do not know Mr. Lee's true identity. Your words are indeed unable to convince the public."    

    

With the provocation of the bold reporter, the surrounding people immediately responded.    

    

I waved my hand, telling them not to be impatient, and adjusted the microphone, "Please believe in me, I guarantee that within three months, I will set up a charitable foundation in Dongling City. I have already thought of my name, and it will be called Charity Descends from the Heavens."    

    

After saying that, Huang Bo felt embarrassed, but he couldn't ask me to donate money in front of the media. After all, this money belongs to me.    

    

However, the bold reporter was different. He immediately said loudly, "Mr. Lee, please forgive me for being blunt, but what you did was inappropriate. Firstly, it is hard to convince the public, and secondly, it is unknown if it is true or false.    

    

I smiled at the bold reporter and was completely sure in my heart that he was in cahoots with Huang Bo, so I just looked around, "Charity isn't for the public. If charity is for the public, is it called charity? I think that's called hypocrisy, how about hype? "    

    

Instantly, the bold reporter felt like his throat had been choked by a rock. He was at a loss for words.    

    

I didn't look any further and continued, "I hereby promise that within three months, I will set up a Heavenly Descent Charity Foundation. If I am lying, I would like to use my ability as a public netizen to get my body out, is that not difficult? "Today, not only do I say it in front of the media, I say it in front of all the netizens. So whether it's true or not, you can decide for yourselves."    

    

This long sentence of mine rendered Huang Bo and the bold reporter speechless. The crowd below the stage were almost entirely in agreement with my words.    

    

"That's true. Not everyone can offend netizens."    

    

"With the current ability of the netizens, it's not hard to get human flesh out. Since that's the case, I support Mr. Lee's establishment of the foundation."    

    

"Since Mr. Lee said it will be in three months, we'll wait and see."    

    

The sound was very loud and warm. Soon, waves of applause came from the crowd.    

    

"Then we'll all go together and wait and see!" I waved my hand again, and the applause slowly died down.    

    

The bold reporter was silent and sullen, and so was Huang Bo, as if he didn't want to be here for a moment. He looked at me, and after a few seconds he smiled again.    

    

How could I not understand Huang Bo, this sly old fox, smiling at such a time? Because the power is still in his hands, and when the time comes, even if I don't want to donate it, I will have to donate it.    

    

Thus, I calmly smiled, "Mr. Huang, please transfer the prize money to my account, it's best if you transfer it right now in front of your Dongling City Media friends."    

    

Huang Bo's smiling face instantly froze.