Chapter 437

"Brother Su, it's... it's Jin Dafu from the Capital Golden Yuan Real Estate Brokerage Company!"

"His message is... it's..."

"What is it? Hurry up and say it." Boss Yang almost wanted to snatch his phone.

The little assistant fell silent for a moment before continuing.

"I'm an uneducated brute; besides money, I have nothing, but I truly love this painting."

"Since I've put out one billion, I won't take it back."

"I had my secretary check, and the situations in Qianshan County and Baishan County next to Wanshan County are all about the same."

"So for this one billion, I will invest five hundred million in each of these two counties, copying Boss Xie's work from Magic City!"

"My only request is that when Master Su's next masterpiece is released, you give me a chance to participate in the auction!"

"Thank you, Master Su!"

What? Everyone was stunned.

It's already over, yet you still won't give up and voluntarily put out one billion?

And the only demand is to get a chance to bid next time?

Is this the legendary 'stupid but rich' person?

Su Meng was also stunned.

I really just wanted to build a teaching building, how did things turn out like this?

But if anyone was the most confused on the scene, it was Liu Laoshi; the old man's entire brain was spinning.

"That... I didn't hear wrong, did I? One billion? What's going on?"

Liu Tianxian looked at Liu Laoshi, her eyes looking a bit different.

"Liu Laoshi, Su Meng secured a funding of three hundred million for Wanshan County."

"For renovating mountain village primary schools, subsidizing rural teachers, building roads..."

What? As she spoke, Liu Laoshi's eyes widened more and more, wider and wider...

"Brother Su! There's... there's more!"

More? Everyone suddenly turned their heads, staring fixedly at the little assistant.

The little assistant's hands were even trembling a bit.

"Yingying Musical Instrument Shop in Pinghe City donated 768,200 yuan to the Hope Project."

"And a netizen named ** donated 346,000 yuan to the Hope Project."

"They... they didn't make any requests..."

"Wait! There's more..."

"Netizen Zulong donated 1.2 million yuan to the Hope Project."

"Netizen donated 500,000 yuan to the Hope Project."

"Netizen Dazed Little Sheep donated 666,600 yuan to the Hope Project."

"Netizen Falling Moon Autumn Flute donated 40,000 yuan to the Hope Project, donating 1,244.7 yuan on behalf of her daughter..."

As she read them one by one, the scene and the live broadcast room suddenly fell silent.

In a hall in the Capital, the Director suddenly laughed.

"Looks like we don't need to make a move."

"This kid Su Meng... did a great job!"

The Deputy Commander shook a document in his hand and chuckled.

"We used them as a gun and still caught such a huge net of fish."

"Are you really okay with letting them do free work... free work?"

The Director snorted coldly and said with righteous indignation.

"What's wrong?"

"Back then, I overruled everyone and pushed two of his programs onto the Spring Festival Gala~~."

"Shouldn't he repay me?"

"Hehe..." The Deputy Commander sneered.

"Your face is way too thick, isn't it?"

"He got on the Spring Festival Gala thanks to his real skills."

"Is there anyone who shamelessly sticks gold to their own face like you?"

"Your shameless look, I really don't know if it's inherited..."

"Ahem, ahem, ahem!" Several people on the command seat suddenly coughed loudly.

The Deputy Commander froze and immediately forced a topic change.

"That... no matter what you say, anyway, our tax department owes Su Meng a favor."

"We will step in and help a bit."

The Director nodded and instructed with great seriousness.

"Pay attention to the limits."

"Understood, understood." The Deputy Commander nodded.

Then the two suddenly fell silent.

"Stop!"

Wang Jianlin's face darkened, and he said angrily.

"What?" Wang Sicong suddenly grew anxious.

"Dad, just now he didn't give me face, and he didn't give you face either!"

"If that painting really got taken away by the two Mas, then forget it."

"That so-called bullshit Lecheng Investment…"

"Shut up!" Wang Jianlin's face had gone so dark it was almost dripping water.

Damn, is there still time for me to start a new account now?

Fine, that's a luxury hope.

"Starting today, even if we can't become friends with Su Meng, we absolutely cannot become his enemies!"

"Dad, you…" Wang Sicong, seeing the murderous look in Wang Jianlin's eyes, finally shut his mouth in dejection.

……

"These young people nowadays…"

Ma Huateng took off his glasses and slowly wiped them.

"Have the video and film divisions step in, go pay a visit to Xinghai Entertainment."

"Whether to do in-depth cooperation is another matter, but we need to convey our friendly attitude properly."

"Understood, boss!" The secretary asked nothing and agreed at once.

……

"Interesting, truly a grand show!"

Ma Yun sipped his tea, watching the screen with great interest.

"Raise this month's charity quota by 10%, tilted toward the Hope Project."

"Understood, boss."

"Also, in my personal name, formally extend an invitation to Su Meng, asking him to visit Hangcheng when he's free."

"Understood, boss."

……

The long-silent network suddenly exploded like a mountain roar and a tidal wave.

"Holy shit! This is Su Meng's real purpose?"

"I'm kneeling! On this one, I kneel to the big boss, completely convinced!"

"For such a divine work, Su Meng's psychological expectation was just a mountain village elementary school?"

"One billion! The three richest tycoons! Su Meng refused so much, all just for a teaching building?"

"Can't understand it, can't comprehend it, but… on this one, I'm a fan of Su Meng!"