Chapter 993

Zhou Andong's expression was very relaxed. He paced slowly on the stage, listening to the enthusiastic applause, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

People who have been through the era of the internet explosion have lost count of how many stirring speeches by famous masters they have seen and heard.

He could stand here and speak for a day and a night, keeping his listeners in a state of high-octane excitement every single moment.

When the applause ceased, Zhou Andong walked to the edge of the stage, the expression on his face becoming very serious.

"Having said so much, there is one thing about which I still feel very ashamed in my heart, and that is donations."

Hmm?

Jian Zhengrong frowned slightly. Zhuo Qihua had genuinely donated thirty million US dollars over the years; wasn't Zhou Andong just asking for humiliation by attacking Zhuo Qihua on this matter?

Many people present also realized this, their thoughts much the same as Jian Zhengrong's. Some even thought that Zhou Andong had become too carried away with his success; by making an issue of donations, he was likely to stumble.

A smile appeared on Zhuo Qihua's face, and this time, the smile was one of mockery and even contempt for Zhou Andong.

Quite suddenly, Zhou Andong bowed to Zhuo Qihua.

This not only gave Zhuo Qihua a start, but everyone else also wore a look of astonishment.

What's this? Does he think his words just now were too much and is bowing to apologize to Zhuo Qihua?

You are really too...

At this moment, they heard Zhou Andong say: "Mr. Zhuo is a famous wealthy merchant and a great philanthropist. He has donated thirty million US dollars to foreign prestigious universities over the years, which makes me feel heartfelt admiration."

These words left more and more people feeling confused. What exactly are you trying to say?

Only Seeing Jian Qiu, Zhang Shenghui, and Wu Hongkang, who knew Zhou Andong very well, knew that Zhou Andong was digging a pit, and this pit was not shallow either.

Zhou Andong waved his hand with great shame: "I am not capable enough; I cannot compare to a great philanthropist like Mr. Zhuo, so I feel ashamed in my heart. But there is no help for it; I am just a small businessman who does a little bit of trade.

My ability is limited; I can only donate one dime for every bottle of Jiang Xiaobai and Iced Bing Hong Cha sold, so that little by little, it can accumulate into something."

At this moment, the crowd finally remembered this matter. That's right, Zhou Andong had announced this before. According to the sales volume of Jiang Xiaobai and Iced Bing Hong Cha, after such a long time, he must have donated several million by now.

Zhuo Qihua's pupils contracted sharply, and a very bad feeling suddenly emerged in his heart.

And Seeing Jian Qiu, Zhang Shenghui, and Wu Hongkang already knew what Zhou Andong was going to say.

They all looked at Zhou Andong, very much looking forward to what the reaction of the people at the scene would be.

"Although this method of donation can accumulate little by little, it is too slow."

As he spoke, Zhou Andong smiled: "So, I gritted my teeth, dug into my pockets, scraped together twenty million US dollars, and donated it to the Central Academy of Fine Arts."

With a boom, the crowd below exploded again, and discussions arose one after another.

Damn, Zhou Andong donated twenty million US dollars to the Central Academy of Fine Arts?

Among us here, apart from state-owned enterprises and central enterprises, whose assets have reached twenty million US dollars?

This really is a case of "people comparing with people will die, goods comparing with goods should be thrown away."

Zhou Andong has donated twenty million US dollars, while we are still struggling bitterly for the development of our enterprises.

At this moment, they realized that it wasn't that Zhou Andong was carried away by success, but that he had also made a massive donation.

More importantly, Zhou Andong donated twenty million US dollars to one school at once, while Zhuo Qihua had donated thirty million US dollars cumulatively over several years.

After the shock, a gratified smile appeared on Jian Zhengrong's face.

He really hadn't expected that Zhou Andong had actually donated so much money to the Central Academy of Fine Arts.

Lu Qing sighed and said to Jian Zhengrong: "Zhengrong, I am a little jealous of you now, to actually have such a talented nephew-in-law with a sense of social responsibility."

Jian Zhengrong smiled and said: "Leader, it's no use for you to be jealous; your own daughter is already married, so you have no chance to make a move even if you wanted to."

Lu Qing chuckled, then shook his head: "We must strongly support entrepreneurs with a sense of social responsibility like Zhou Andong and provide him with convenience whenever possible."

Zhou Andong looked at Zhuo Qihua and said in a very sincere tone: "I cannot compare with Mr. Zhuo; the gap between twenty million and thirty million is quite large, so I didn't dare to publicize it widely.

After all, having donated only this little bit of money, what is there to publicize? If foreigners found out, wouldn't they laugh at us for being ignorant of the world? Unlike Mr. Zhuo, who has donated thirty million US dollars over these years.

Television and newspapers report it frequently, all saying that Mr. Zhuo is a great philanthropist, and I also believe Mr. Zhuo is worthy of the name. Therefore, I have made up my mind to work hard to earn money and strive to follow in Mr. Zhuo's footsteps.

I don't ask to surpass him, but I do ask to have a clear conscience. Who told us to be poor? Mr. Zhuo looks down on our Motherland, but as her children, we cannot despise our home for being poor, right? What else can we do if we don't work hard to earn money? At the very least, I must donate another ten million US dollars to domestic universities."

In the end, Zhou Andong completely tore off the mask, started naming names to humiliate him, and slapped him hard across the face.

Zhuo Qihua's face turned from white to black, then from black to green, and then from green to purple; he felt his face burning from Zhou Andong's slaps.

And this time, the crowd below was so quiet that a pin drop could be heard; it was mainly because Zhou Andong's words had shocked them too much.

Looking at the quiet venue, Zhou Andong was very satisfied with the effect he had created.

"Finally, I advise some people: blind worship of foreign things is a disease, and it needs to be cured."

Zhou Andong placed the microphone on the lectern and jumped off the stage. Zhou Qianyi stood up and gave Zhou Andong a big hug.

"Brother, you were amazing."

Zhou Andong patted Zhou Qianyi on the shoulder and looked at Seeing Jian Qiu, who was walking over; the smile on his face was very bright.

Zhou Qianyi let go of Zhou Andong and said with a smile: "Sister-in-law, I'm returning him to you."

Seeing Jian Qiu also gave Zhou Andong a hug and whispered to him: "Husband, I have a surprise for you tonight."

Zhou Andong was stunned, then immediately reacted: "Okay!"

Just at this moment, applause erupted suddenly, much more enthusiastic than the previous times.

The daughter of the Gambling King also stood up, took out a business card, and handed it to Zhou Andong with both hands: "Mr. Zhou, I hope we have a chance to cooperate."

Zhou Andong also took the business card with both hands and said very politely: "If Miss He can invest in the mainland, I think we will definitely have a chance to cooperate."

Wealthy merchants from the other three regions also wanted to get to know Zhou Andong, but they were not as urgent as Miss He.

One reason was to consider Zhuo Qihua's feelings; his face had been slapped swollen by Zhou Andong, and they all belonged to the same circle, meeting each other constantly, and there was no deep enmity, so there was no need to offend him over this matter.

Another reason was that the speeches hadn't ended yet, and this wasn't the occasion for socializing.

There were still two days left; tomorrow they would visit several enterprises in Guangdong Province, and the day after was the symposium. There would be banquets every night, so there was plenty of time to interact with Zhou Andong; there was no need to rush.

Seeing Jian Qiu took out an exquisite business card from her pocket, on which was printed "Zhou Andong, Chairman of Yugong Group," and below it was the phone number.

Besides the office phone, there was also a pager number, which Seeing Jian Qiu had bought before coming to Yangcheng; the business card was also printed at that time.

Because she had anticipated that such a situation would arise; without a business card and without a communication tool that could be reached at any time, it simply wouldn't work.