Peninsula Hotel.

People with names like heaven, lettuce, Azu, mourning dog, etc. were sitting on the seats, looking at the long red hanging on the stage, with a dull expression: "It's about to begin."

"Pat Changhong!"

"Hey, I'm familiar with this."

Perhaps the Hongmen associations in North America, Europe, and the Middle East are no longer familiar with Changhong, but East Asian societies have always had the tradition of photographing Changhong.

A long red hanging is as valuable as a thousand pieces of gold!

It's time to sell for money.

Zhang Guobin, wearing a suit, strolled up to the podium, took the microphone and faced everyone, bowed slightly: "Good evening, distinguished guests."

"I won't beat around the bush. A major flood is occurring in the East China region of our motherland. So far, more than 10 million compatriots have been affected by the disaster, and two million victims have been displaced and homeless."

"Now, I raise funds for them."

The elders sat under the stage, their ears pricked up, and they sat upright.

The theme of the Fifth World Hongmen Celestial Conference has long been decided, and all the elders who come to participate are prepared to contribute money.

Seeing no reaction from everyone, Zhang Guobin smiled softly and said aloud: "I thought about the way to raise funds today and decided to shoot Changhong."

"Because the Hongmen brothers have nothing to sell, but their loyalty is worth a thousand pieces of gold. Changhong is hanging on the stage, and everyone can bid."

"But the rules have to be changed today."

One after another, the elders sat on chairs and received pamphlets from the waiters. The pamphlets introduced the disaster situation of the floods in East China. They included photos taken by reporters, as well as publicity and data from official media.

It also lists the current donations from all walks of life and individuals, including Dagongtang, Yihai Group, and Zhang Guobin’s personal contributions.

Many people had just gone through the motions and paid some protection fees, but after flipping through a few pages of the manual, their expressions became serious, realizing that the disaster was not as simple as they thought.

Mr. Zhang personally invested 20 million US dollars, as well as the entire transportation capacity of China-Hong Kong Logistics.

“Every time you ask for a price, it’s the real price!”

Zhang Guobin stood on the stage, raised his index finger, and said loudly: "You have to pay for every price!"

Some elders looked surprised. Changhong didn't take pictures like this, but when they thought about the funds needed in the disaster area, they felt it was reasonable.

"This long red photo is not taken for myself, nor for the community, but for Hongmen's spirit of saving the country, and for the two million compatriots!"

"Now the bidding begins. By the way, don't worry, I, Zhang Guobin, will seal the final price!" Mr. Zhang's words immediately aroused heated discussion in the crowd.

No one expected that after donating 20 million US dollars, Mr. Zhang would donate more. But as the initiator of the conference, how could he convince the public if he didn’t donate?

In the crowd, a series of bidding calls immediately sounded: "Fifty thousand Hong Kong dollars!"

"Seven hundred thousand!"

"Eight hundred thousand!"

More than a dozen small characters came on stage one after another, scrambling to be the first, and within two minutes the price reached 3 million Hong Kong dollars.

They were afraid of calling too late.

The price has gone up.

Fortunately, when the elders at the scene saw them shouting prices, they had a tacit understanding in their hearts and waited silently for the little prefix to call first round.

Zhang Guobin nodded every time he asked for a price, picked up the microphone and said thank you. He knew deep down in his heart that the small prefix was definitely popular in private and he would never raise the price too high.

The main reason is that the income of the small prefixes is low. Often, after the horsemen finish the round, they will not have much money left.

It doesn't matter whether the society has assets or not. The society's auction is equivalent to the big boss paying for it. He will definitely not advertise the price. He means it and shows his face.

[To be honest, I have been using Yeguo to read and catch up on books recently. I can switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. www. Android and Apple are available.]

Moreover, the economic base determines the superstructure, and small communities are too small, so it is difficult for them to put the interests of their family and country first.

"Five million Hong Kong dollars!"

The mourning dog stepped on the stool, stood up arrogantly, and shouted: "For no other reason than that, I think it will be flattering to hang out with Zhang Sheng, I want to save my face!"

He patted his face hard, and many bosses at the scene looked sideways. Lettuce raised his hand slightly unhappy and said: "Six million Hong Kong dollars!"

His eyes glanced at the missing dog.

The two looked at each other, and there was a tacit understanding in their eyes.

The bids of these two people immediately pushed up the amount. Each bid added at least one million, which meant that the small club's intentions were over and it was the time for the medium-sized club to take the stage.

…

Hung Hom Tunnel.

A Mercedes-Benz was speeding, and from time to time the front of the car jumped out and snaked around to overtake the car in front.

A rugged man wearing a white crew-neck shirt, a gold chain hanging around his neck, and a cigar in his mouth sat in the back seat, calling with an anxious look on his face: "Have you started yet?"

"It's been seven minutes since the show started." Wu Zhaonan sat in the front row, raised his big gold watch and looked at the hands, holding a mobile phone in his left hand.

Daquanbiao exhaled and said: "Awu, if you are a brother, please help me call out a few more bids and wait for time."

"Dry!"

Wu Zhaonan cursed angrily: "You have to pay for every price. If you shout more, you can give me more money!"

"me!"

Daquan Biao said anxiously: "You guys are all meeting to save our Daquan compatriots. How can I ask you to pay?"

He really couldn't imagine it.

The theme of the Fifth World Hongmen Memorial Conference was actually to raise funds for the floods in the mainland.

This time.

Daquan Biao really wanted to risk his life.

Wu Zhaonan smiled and said: "Hehehe, it's not your turn to pay me."

He scanned the venue with his eyes and replied: "We have just called the big guys from Yihai. Let Yihai big guys walk around at their own expense first, and then there will be the big guys from Dagongtang."

"Those people make dollar bills, and they have big water pipes."

"I'll wait for those Americans to finish shouting, and then I'll raise the price again. After all, I, Ah Wu, am also a powerful Jianghu person in East Asia. If I don't brag, I'm the second best in Asia!"

Daquan Biao didn't bother to argue with him and said quickly: "Okay!"

"Please keep an eye on me, and remember to call me when it's almost over."

No one in the big circle could imagine that the Fifth World Hongmen Congress held in Hong Kong was actually held for them!

Although they are not disaster victims, they are a big circle!

Big Circle Gang.

Be powerful!

…

"Seventeen million Hong Kong dollars!"

Tiantangzi sealed the amount of medium-sized clubs with one mouthful.

Sister Mei, Lao Jin, and Yuan Bao walked around again with the sum of 500,000 plus one. Finally, Ah Yao stood up and shouted out the high price of 30 million Hong Kong dollars as sitting in the restaurant with Yihai!

These big bosses are bidding for a flat price, which is a luxury home or a half-year dividend. However, since the amount is already tens of millions, there are still many people who have not bid, so they cannot increase the price by one hundred.

At this moment, the venue fell into a brief silence under the sound of 30 million price tags, and the total donation amount of this conference was displayed on the electronic display.

HKD 278 million!

A series of red numbers dazzles people.

Every bid is recorded in a book, and when the meeting is over, a special accountant will come forward and transfer the amount to the national account.

"Thirty-five million!"

Hu Nianzhong sat on a wooden chair, put down the tea cup, and stroked his long beard. His voice was neither soft nor loud, but it made the venue lively again.

The uncles in the Grand Hall have taken action!

"Squeak."

The Mercedes-Benz is parked in front of the hotel lobby.

Daquanbiao pushed open the car door and rushed straight into the hotel without looking back. A waiter stepped forward to stop him, but his younger brother separated him directly.

"Thirty-seven million and a half million."

The scene became cold again.

Not every Dagongtang uncle has the strength of Mr. Hu. Some ordinary uncles have already shouted for a round before.

When Li Chenghao saw that no one was bidding, he walked slowly to a chair, lowered his head and said, "Little Zha San, you don't want your whole family to die, right?"

"Gudu."

The incense master of the Hongmen Middle East Branch had a dark expression, swallowed his saliva, and shouted tremblingly: "Forty million Hong Kong dollars!"
To be continued...