Fifty billion!
These three short words would require everyone present a lifetime to recover from.
That was fifty small targets!
The combined wealth of all the families present might not even reach such a value, yet Bai Zihe was donating it to the charity gala without any strings attached!
It was utterly incomprehensible.
Stunners were left speechless.
For a moment, everyone’s minds felt fuzzy.
Some, quick-witted, recognized Ji Changqing at first glance and exclaimed.
"Holy cow, it's Ji Changqing, the chairman of the Longchen Chamber of Commerce!"
"It's really him!"
"My god, how could such a distinguished figure appear here?"
"What's his relationship with Bai Zihe? He's actually helping Bai Zihe solicit fifty billion, this is too terrifying!"
"Hiss… inhumane wealth!"
For a time, everyone present was dumbfounded.
And He Haoran…
He didn't recognize Ji Changqing at all and was about to mock the old man. Upon hearing these words, he suddenly felt a jolt in his posterior.
As everyone stood stunned.
Ji Changqing strode onto the stage.
He took out a special check from the Longchen Chamber of Commerce, still with gold threads, filled it out for fifty billion, stamped it with the seal of the Jiangdong branch of the Longchen Chamber of Commerce, and then placed it into the donation box.
The entire process…
He didn't even blink, as if it were fifty yuan, not fifty billion!
The guests present watched, dumbfounded.
After completing all this.
Ji Changqing walked to Bai Zihe's side.
Just as he was about to speak, Bai Zihe gave him a look, and Ji Changqing understood immediately, closing his mouth.
On stage.
He Haoran stood stiffly, his face burning.
He had intended to mock Bai Zihe, but unexpectedly, he was the clown, his face slapped soundly.
Enraged, He Haoran scoffed dismissively, "What's so great about being rich? In this society, power is king!"
"My father is He Daojun, a high-ranking official in the provincial capital!"
"With just one word from him, gold, silver, treasures, calligraphy, and antiques – whatever you want, you can have!"
He spoke quickly and smugly.
His words, heard by everyone below, elicited silent curses of "idiot."
He was openly admitting to corruption and bribery.
He was truly He Daojun's dutiful son, a perfect liability.
Bai Zihe couldn't help but chuckle softly, "He Haoran, with such a filial son, your father's career path has probably reached its end."
"You're spouting nonsense!"
Since He Haoran had already started, he became even more arrogant, saying, "My father is ranked in the top ten in Jiangdong Province!"
"For him to reach his end…"
"Do you think you can do that with just your mouth?"
He then looked at Bai Zihe with disdain, "Someone like you can only talk big, you don't understand the ways of officialdom at all."
Bai Zihe, too lazy to argue, held up three fingers: "Within three minutes, your father will be removed from his post."
"Hahaha…"
He Haoran burst into laughter upon hearing this, pointing at Bai Zihe and mocking, "Did you eat too much shit last night? You talk like you're farting!"
"If you can get my father removed from his post within three minutes, I'll cut off my head and give it to you to kick around like a ball!"
With his words, Bai Zihe had nothing more to say.
"Alright, remember what you said."
Bai Zihe immediately called his Fifth Senior Sister: "Fifth Senior Sister, please check the top ten provincial officials for someone named 'He Daojun.' He has a son named He Haoran."
"Send everything he's done to Second Senior Sister to handle."
After speaking, Bai Zihe hung up the phone.
"Tch."
He Haoran saw that Bai Zihe spoke convincingly, but he was not afraid at all.
"Bai Zihe, you're really good at pretending, even better than that Qianlong-era urine pot your dad collected. You speak as if it's real."
Bai Zihe, too lazy to exchange pleasantries, said calmly, "Three minutes, just you wait."
The fundraising event was thus put on hold.
Everyone was waiting to witness this spectacle.
Bai Zihe…
Before this, they didn't know him well.
However, the distinguished figure Ji Changqing had been standing quietly behind Bai Zihe since his arrival, behaving himself like an old butler…
This indicated that he must have an extraordinary background, perhaps even earth-shattering!
As for He Haoran…
His father, He Daojun, was indeed an official. But no matter how high an official's rank, he couldn't withstand such a formidable filial son's antics.
"Three minutes are up."
He Haoran had been holding his phone, and as the time arrived, he became smug: "Little brat, can't you live without pretending?"
"Still talking about getting my dad removed from his post in three minutes…"
"Who do you think you are, the Lord of the Southern Domain?"
"Stop spewing nonsense in the future, don't just pretend all day, or you'll be struck by lightning…"
Before he could finish his taunt, his phone rang.