Rebirth: My 80s

The compound of the 1+1 Charity Foundation was crowded with people.

Hundreds of armchairs covered with white covers were placed beneath the makeshift stage, all packed with people.

The people from various departments, reporters, and onlookers who came in from behind could only find a place to stand.

And there was an endless stream of people pouring in at the gate.

Soon, the huge yard was crowded with people.

Some people who came later couldn't find a place to step, so they could only squat or stand on the cement edge of the flower bed.

The opening ribbon-cutting ceremony has just ended.

Attendees at the ribbon-cutting ceremony:

Aifei (CEO of Sinopacific Group and President of Quinlan Investment Company).

Liu Jingyan (CEO of Jinding International Group).

Lin Xinjia (President of Chinese Electronics Group).

Huang Yinzhu (Chairman of the Board of Directors of Kunzhu Group).

Ho-Yun Tung (Honorary Chairman of Orient Overseas Group).

Walk off the stage together.

Shipowner Dong was supported by his sons Dong Da and Ai Fei.

The guests in the audience had no objection to him going on stage to cut the ribbon.

The old man had difficulty walking and came to attend the event with one foot half in the coffin.

Who can compare to this kind of thoughtfulness?

As for the others, no matter how high their titles were, the guests knew they were all Li Jiankun's people.

Li Jiankun and Bai Lu stayed on the stage.

The egret's face was ruddy at this time for two reasons:

1. I have never experienced such a big scene in my life.

As a senior intellectual, she always pays attention to and absorbs various information consciously or unconsciously.

And now, sitting in the audience, there are many people who have only been seen in books and magazines, such as Pao Yue-kong, Shao Yi-fu, Li Jiacheng, Buffett... and so on.

God knows, she had to constantly prepare herself mentally to maintain her facial expression, but her calves were still trembling.

2. It feels like being slapped in the face.

At this moment, she finally realized that her senior was not arrogant at all.

I also understood the terrifying appeal of the senior.

The scene before us was unprecedented in this country.

"First of all, thank you all for coming..."

Li Jiankun held a black plug-in microphone and delivered his speech.

Bai Lu immediately put aside the distracting thoughts in his mind and translated in fairly fluent English:

If she had not been pregnant when she graduated, like many college students of that generation, she would have planned to study abroad with her ex-husband.

After some polite exchanges.

Li Jiankun got to the point and said slowly:

“I must admit that my motherland is still very poor and backward.

“Haha, haven’t some of my friends always been curious about my nationality?

"As you can see, I am Chinese."

The guests below all started laughing.

They had guessed this before coming to this country.

I was also surprised.

Who could have thought that such a poor and backward country would give birth to the world's richest man?

Even on the surface.

However, some guests knew clearly that even if one took into account the hidden side, there were only a handful of people in the world who were richer than them.

How much wealth did he have?

One hundred and fifty billion dollars?

No, that's just on the surface.

The real number is at least double.

After a short pause, Li Jiankun continued:

“My country has not always been poor; it was once glorious and stood proudly at the top of the world.

“However, modern wars took almost everything from her.

“It’s not easy to start over.

"There are still many people and many things that need help. This is the original intention of my founding the 1+1 Charity Foundation..."

After hearing this, the guests in the audience were not surprised.

There was a lot of whispering outside.

The people who came in later finally figured out what was going on here——

Li, the richest man in China, founded an organization called "1+1 Charity Foundation".

Rich people from abroad came to show their support.

The purpose of this organization's operation is to help people or things in need.

Click! Click! Click...

Reporters with cameras kept pressing the shutter buttons.

This is a great thing and should be promoted, isn't it?

Li Jiankun glanced at the audience and joked, "Doing charity and accumulating merit is a good thing. I think I should bring my friends along. What do you think?"

The guests below all laughed.

Some of the Southeast Asian tycoons who were not invited by Li Jiankun but came running to him after hearing the news were very cooperative and said "Of course!" in Chinese!

This type of charitable foundation is not new abroad.

It's basically the same pattern.

More people's participation will help the long-term development of the foundation and also help promote a charitable atmosphere.

In short, it is definitely better than doing it alone.

None of the guests thought there was anything wrong.

However, our people who were standing on the periphery had the same idea as Bai Lu had earlier -

You are so rich now, if you want to do charity just do it. Do you still need to ask others to contribute?

hypocritical?

Stingy?

"Okay, without further ado, there will be a dinner at the Zhaolong Hotel tonight, and we will have a drink and chat then."

After finishing his speech, Li Jiankun handed the microphone to the hostess in a red cheongsam who was waiting beside him and walked off the stage.

Then he went to sit in the center of the first row of the audience, and many people around him stood up to greet him.

The clear voice of the egret came from the speakers:

“Then let’s move on to the next step.

"Before I begin, please allow me to express my sincerest respect and gratitude to all those who have generously donated today."

When Bai Lu said this, he bowed 90 degrees to the audience.

After several seconds, he stood up:

“At the same time, as the chairman of the 1+1 Charity Foundation, I would like to make the most solemn promise to all caring donors:

“Every penny of your donation will go to practical use and help those in need.

"Your kindness will forever remain in the foundation's directory of love and spread throughout this country..."

Offstage, Bao Yugang looked at Li Jiankun and asked, "Where did you find it?

"How come you can always find such beautiful and capable subordinates?"

Li Jiankun smiled and said, "Are you envious?"

"Look at them, who wouldn't be envious?"

The donation phase officially begins.

The public mode is adopted.

There is no reason, this will definitely lead to better results -

Li Jiankun knew very well how many people at the scene were truly loving and how many came just for him.

In that case, if you want to have as much face as possible, earn it yourself.

The egret retreated to the side of the stage, near the steps, ready to greet them.

However, it was a dull occasion.

Half a minute passed and no one came on stage.

It’s not that no one is willing to go on stage. Some people have been eager to gain recognition in front of business seniors and mainland reporters.

At the same time, let Mr. Li take a look at how they support him.

However, these people are just minor characters among the guests.

It’s not easy to compete for the first place.

As for the real bigwigs, some are waiting to be the last, while some are cautious - if they act rashly, what if the people behind them all donate more than themselves, wouldn’t that be a huge loss of face?

"Why are you pushing it away like this?"

Li Jiankun looked around and said, "When it comes to showing love, there is no priority or status. Whoever has love can go ahead."

After hearing this, those who couldn't wait no longer felt the pressure.

Huangfu Jingwen glanced at the wealthy people sitting nearby, and her big eyes seemed to say: Don’t embarrass us Kunlun!

These wealthy people, relatively speaking, small wealthy people, all came to participate on their own initiative after hearing the news.

As for the senior members of Kunlun Society.

They all sat in the front seats.

When the middle and low-level members of Kunlun Society were about to take action.

Whizzing!

Some people are running very fast.

Suddenly jumped onto the stage.

A wealthy young man from Southeast Asia.

The son inherited his father's business and his family has some financial resources. He has always wanted to join the Kunlun Club, but has not been able to do so so far.

Bai Lu was ready to greet him, shook his hand, and led him to the workbench set up on the side of the stage.

Four foundation staff members sat behind the stage.

Two people are responsible for registration, and two people issue donation certificates.

rustling...

Soon, Bai Lu, with a shocked look on his face, held the plug-in microphone, faced the audience and said loudly: "Mr. Cong Tingfeng from the Malaysian Hongou Group donated 5 million Hong Kong dollars!"

There was applause from below.

Cong Tingfeng repeatedly bowed to the audience and said, "Excuse me, excuse me..."

Is this fucking ridiculous?

The people from all parties standing on the periphery stared with their eyes wide open.

Many people cannot imagine what five million Hong Kong dollars means.

How much can I buy of fish, meat and eggs whose prices are rising continuously?

Whizzing!

After Cong Tingfeng stepped down from the stage, the youngest person from Kunlun Club rushed onto the stage.

What’s more embarrassing is that Li Jiankun doesn’t know him.

Dong Da leaned over from the back row and whispered in his ear, and Li Jiankun suddenly realized that this boy's father and Li Jiankun had actually had a drink together.

Now I am ill and have been recuperating at home.

"Mr. Wei Chen of Hong Kong City Feide Group, on behalf of his father, Mr. Wei Deyou, donated HK$20 million!"

The egret's voice was trembling.

Even though it was just a reported amount now, she didn't think that these prominent figures would fail to honour their public donations.

In their hands, money seems like paper.

Li Jiankun said to Wei Chen on the stage: "Mr. Wei is thoughtful."

Wei Chen bowed and replied, "As I should. When my father found out, he wanted to come here in person, but his health was not good enough."

Li Jiankun waved his hand and said, "Go back and tell your father that I will visit him in Hong Kong City next time and ask him to take good care of his health."

Wei Chen was overjoyed and quickly expressed his gratitude.

The people from all parties standing on the periphery were all stunned.

They really want to ask: You donated 20 million Hong Kong dollars, and you still thank him? !

Holy shit, 20 million Hong Kong dollars! !

Reporters are about to press the shutter to start a fire.

rustling...

I scribbled wildly on the notebook with the tip of my nose, and took notes first. As long as I could understand it, it was fine.

A piece of explosive news that is rarely seen in normal times.

Here one every minute.

Huangfu Jingwen, the chairman of the Kunlun Society, secretly gave a thumbs up to Wei Chen who had returned and taken his seat.

It certainly didn't bring shame to the club.

You can even say that his face has grown.

In terms of donations, 20 million Hong Kong dollars is definitely not a small amount. Huangfu Jingwen believes that the top wealthy people present may not necessarily donate more.

Follow Wei Chen's footsteps.

The low- and middle-level members of the Kunlun Society lined up to go on stage.

"Mr. Meng Huacheng, Hong Kong Kelly Group, donated HK$10 million!"

"Mr. Zhen Jiale, Hongxing Group, donated HK$6 million!"

"Mr. Gan Qide, Hong Kong City Longyao Group, donated HK$8 million!"

"Mr. Feng Haoming of Hong Kong Wanzhou Group donated HK$12 million!"

...

numb.

The egret who was reporting felt his lips tingling.

The people on the periphery felt their scalps tingling.

This wave has exceeded 100 million Hong Kong dollars.

Huangfu Jingwen smiled happily.

The slightly noisy scene suddenly became quiet.

Finally a white foreigner came on stage.

He was dressed in a suit and carrying a brown leather briefcase. He was the secretary of a wealthy man.

"IBM, Mr. Watson donated in U.S. dollars. The amount is confidential. We respect the donor's wishes."

Egret reports.

In the audience, Bao Yugang looked at Li Jiankun and asked, "What is this guy doing here?"

Li Jiankun: "How should I know?"

Some people can't stand it.

He came onto the stage angrily.

The fragrance spreads all the way.

Li Jiankun held his forehead with his hand in sorrow, feeling a headache.

"Ms. Abby Adams has made a personal donation of 10 million...US dollars!" Bai Lu's tongue was tied.

You should know that this is one of the best star-rated hotels in the capital - Zhaolong Hotel.

Donated by the charter king, it only cost 10 million US dollars.

Hey!

The people on the periphery stared at the blond and blue-eyed young girl on the stage as if they saw an angel.

Well, Angel Rich Lady.

Bao Yugang looked at Li Jiankun in surprise and asked, "Adams?

"You even donated money in your own name. What's your relationship with her?"

Li Jiankun: “Friends.”

"Just friends?"

"Ah."

"I believe you ghost!"

On the other hand, Dong Chuanwang joked: "The little girl doesn't give us any face at all. This is to make us lose face."

Having said that, he turned around and looked at his son in the back seat.

Mr. Dong understood and stood up and walked onto the stage.

"Orient Overseas Group, Mr. Dong Haoyun, donated 50 million...US dollars!"

Bai Lu really wanted to kneel down to the old man who had just cut the ribbon with her in the audience.

It is hard to imagine how much poor people this huge sum of money will help.

There was thunderous applause from the audience.

Even the people on the periphery clapped their hands until they turned red.

The charter king looked at the ship owner Dong and asked, "Old Dong, if I add a code, will you scold me?"

"What do you say?"

"Jiankun, look, it's not that I don't support you."

"It's all about the intention."

As soon as Shipping King Dong made a move, the top billionaires also took action.

"Global International Group, Mr. Pao Yu-kong, donated 50 million US dollars!"

"Mr. Li Jiacheng, Cheung Kong Group, donated 50 million US dollars!"

"Shun Tak Group, Mr. Huo Yingdong, donated 50 million US dollars!"

"Melco International Group, Mr. He Shen, donated 50 million US dollars!"

...

There are also people who are not top-tier billionaires, but do the same things as top-tier billionaires.

Li Jiankun opened his eyes wide, feeling inexplicably annoyed.

"Ms. Effie, donate 50 million US dollars in your personal name!"

"Ms. Huang Yinzhu, donate 50 million US dollars in your personal name!"

"Ms. Liu Jingyan, donate 50 million US dollars in your personal name!"

"Mr. Lin Xinjia, donates 50 million US dollars in his personal name!"

Li Jiankun stared at Lin Xinjia and wanted to curse.

Where did this bastard get 50 million US dollars?

Huadian Group is still in a loss-making state as of now.

Most likely he borrowed it from Huang Yinzhu.

Fifty million US dollars is almost all of Afei and Ayan’s assets.

This is not finished.

Li Jiankun stared at the stage, his eyes almost popping out.

"Ms. Ran Zi, donate one million US dollars in your personal name!"

"Ms. Huangfu Jingwen, donate one million US dollars in your personal name!"

Don’t you need to eat anymore?!

Not only Li Jiankun, but everyone at the scene was shocked.

The four words "personal name" are...not ordinary.

The guests who came all the way from America suddenly felt a little regretful...

At the same time, I also truly witnessed Jack Lee's powerful influence in Southeast Asia.

And the supreme status in the eyes of subordinates.

These people who followed him didn't seem to plan to make money...

Most of the American guests followed the example of Thomas Watson Jr.

You still have to donate.

But not publicly.

Li Jiankun was not expecting this. He thought to himself, "MMP," but he didn't know whether he should say it or not.

The main purpose of public donations is to help them...

No matter what Watson’s real purpose for coming here is, get out of here!

By noon, all the guests had donated money.

Li Jiankun scratched his head and slowly walked onto the stage.

The attention of everyone at the scene was attracted.

Especially the various parties poking around on the periphery.

Many people whispered.

"Are you going to adjourn the show and give a closing speech?"

“He hasn’t donated yet.”

"What the hell, as the founder of the foundation, the host, and the richest man in the world, he doesn't donate?"

"Some of them are his subordinates, and they all donated."

"He set up a foundation, got a bunch of people to donate, and then used other people's money for charity to gain a good reputation. He really knows how to play!"

"No wonder he's so rich before he's 30."