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Chapter 1382: Chapter 1230 Forgot to Bring Money (Please Subscribe!)_2
For a moment.
The entrance was flashing with light.
Due to the continuous exposure to numerous light sources.
The protective functionality of the sunglasses was activated.
Very soon.
They turned into coffee-colored sunglasses.
At this time.
They also noticed that Tang Qing’s glasses were different.
"Cool glasses."
"I heard he wears them every day to school; they can change color with the light."
"I want the same model."
"You can find them on Taobao, a few hundred RMB can get you a pair, but for sure it’s not as valuable as his. Someone checked, and there were no identical models on the market before, obviously, they were specially designed for him, they aren’t mass-produced."
"..."
Attention.
It quickly shifted to Tang Qing’s glasses.
Without lingering.
Tang Qing and Chai Ren walked in.
Upon entering.
The warm and smiling hosts of the banquet came up to greet them, with each organizer responsible for different parts — hosting, welcoming, external liaison. Otherwise, it’d be hard for one person alone to manage a charity banquet.
"Hello, I am..."
After introducing himself.
He personally showed Tang Qing inside, then returned to greeting guests.
At this time.
Almost everyone in the hall knew Tang Qing had arrived.
Immediately.
Eyes were cast toward him.
Those who considered themselves qualified came up to get acquainted; Tang Qing politely responded to each, noting their lack of interest, seeing as he was just in his early twenties — much younger than many of their sons, resulting in a generation gap.
Besides age.
Wealth.
That was an even deeper chasm.
China’s richest man.
That title.
Was something they could only envy.
Nowadays, several of Tang Qing’s companies were thriving, their value exploding since the beginning of the year, almost equalling the sum of the second to the ninth ranked individuals on last year’s Hurun China List.
Astoundingly wealthy.
"You, you’re still the same old." Chai Ren said, resigned.
"Thanks for the compliment..."
"...You call this complimenting."
"Yes, no matter how far one goes, one never forgets their original aspiration, how wonderful."
"You always have an answer for everything. Well, keeping a certain distance from them is a good strategy, just don’t be too distant, to the extent that they can’t even catch a glimpse of you." Chai Ren said as they walked.
"You’re evolving into quite the nag." Tang Qing joked.
"It’s just that I don’t have your carefree attitude, envy."
"Where do you see me being carefree?"
"I see it everywhere."
"What am I supposed to say to that?"
"Don’t say anything, just let me take a silly crab back with me after..."
"..."
Banter.
Both were ’professionals’ at it.
Today.
Lin Jiaxue didn’t come along.
Surprisingly, several women who thought highly of their looks approached to strike up a conversation, casting seductive looks at Tang Qing; unfortunately, to Tang Qing, these women already had ’dark histories’ piling up.
After sending one away.
Another one came.
"These people... really come from notable backgrounds." Observing their ’glorious battle results,’ Tang Qing couldn’t help but reflect that women, in some aspects, truly deserve admiration.
"There’s a feature over there, we’ve invited quite a few models from Hong Kong, not all are from our circles," Chai Ren explained that the kind of people invited varied with the banquet, as normally Chinese-hosted formal events wouldn’t be so ostentatious.
"Boss Tang, we are all looking to you today!"
At that moment.
A corpulent middle-aged man with a distinctly inaccurate standard pronunciation approached; he was one of the hosts of the day and also the chairman of a Hong Kong Charity Foundation. However, could you maybe tuck away that Patek Philippe watch of yours a bit?
Showing it off like that.
Those who don’t know.
Might think you embezzled the Foundation’s money.
"What is it that you’re looking to me for?" Tang Qing feigned ignorance.
"Everybody knows, Boss Tang is always generous, particularly attentive to charitable causes, your subsidiary companies all engage in charitable acts, among today’s guests, you rank amongst the top."
"..."
What’s this?
Lifting so high.
Are they preparing to knock him down?
The answer is affirmative. From the eyes of the person before him, he saw a hint of excitement, somewhat like...the excitement of catching a fat sheep. Could it be that there’s a lot of trickery involved in this donation?
Tang Qing was puzzled
while instructing the Command Room to look into this Foundation.
He didn’t stop speaking, "This is too high an expectation for me. Charity is about intention, not the amount."
"Ah, how can it not matter? There is a difference between great kindness and minor kindness. Someone like Boss Tang is certainly a person of great kindness. Later on, we can all look forward to a lesson from him."
A lesson?
Yes.
Just as it sounds.
A lesson.
After the organizer’s speech,
at his collective invitation,
Tang Qing went on stage.
Looking at the eyes below, he didn’t know what to say for a moment; to be honest, charity is a tricky subject—getting too excited about it only moves oneself.
"Uh-huh."
Tang Qing said, "As for charity, I can’t give a precise definition because there are so many uncertainties—voluntary, involuntary, hypocritical, showing off, light and darkness, they exist in every field."
"So, in my view, having the intention, no matter the size, is kindness—it’s something you do for yourself. Without the intention, how big can ’big’ be? That’s something done for others’ eyes."
"Sorry, I’m not here to persuade everyone to donate. If you really want to do charity, I’ve always had one principle: give to those in need, a lunch for the hungry, an educational opportunity for those who can’t attend school."
"If your heart is even bigger, then help rectify the injustices in the world, shove a few shovelfuls of dirt. Alright, that’s what I wanted to say. Of course, I also hope everyone will actively donate to the Myanmar Medical Charity Foundation, a responsible institution."
In the end.
Tang Qing brought the topic back.
However,
Others thought he was speaking for this donation, but within minutes, the Foundation was thoroughly investigated. How to put it? They were shockingly revealed to be a Swindler Foundation.
Very clever tactics.
Using celebrity influence
to drive donations.
As the number of events increased, so did their fame, and the donations received were eaten up by various excuses, with only a tiny portion actually going to the ’beneficiaries’.
Why does no one care?
It’s simple.
Many tycoons care about appearing on the donor list, care about the Foundation’s widespread ’gratitude propaganda’ to enhance their reputation, not about where the money actually goes.
Over time.
The Foundation became brazen.
This.
Was no longer charity.
But a transaction of reputation and money.
"Applause..."
Continued applause.
Although,
It was all rather meaningless talk.
Afterward.
The organizers thought Tang Qing’s speech indicated he was ready to make a large donation and were quite pleased, but after many people had donated, Tang Qing remained as calm as an old dog, causing Chai Ren to roll his eyes incessantly—this was truly an unorthodox approach.
"Aren’t you donating?" asked Chai Ren.
He had already donated 500,000 RMB.
"No."
"Then what you just said was so ’touching’," Chai Ren said, rolling his eyes.
"Was it? I just said I hope everyone will donate to the Myanmar Medical Foundation, not that I would donate to this Foundation, nor did I say I was going to donate today. They misunderstood," Tang Qing curled his lips.
"...Makes sense, I’m so silly!"
As they talked,
Ji Guohao, the portly middle-aged man, came up and pulled Tang Qing aside. He didn’t expect Tang Qing’s platform, which had just been set up, to be dismantled by him and taken home.
Now.
This was troublesome.
They were planning to start off well with Tang Qing and hold about ten events before the year’s end. If it got out that Tang Qing didn’t donate a dime, it would be quite a blow.
Yes.
The media would say Tang Qing was stingy.
But.
They would also be greatly affected.
At the subsequent charity banquets, when people see that even the richest man doesn’t donate, why should they contribute more? They thought they had struck gold today by catching Tang Qing, the big fish.
In the blink of an eye.
The fish slipped away.
And splashed them all over.
"Boss Tang, what do you mean?" Ji Guohao’s tone carried a trace of anger.
Tang Qing chuckled, "I forgot to bring money when I left the house today, my apologies. Next time, next time."
