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The School Beauty's Super Rogue-Chapter 1049 - 1046: Ten Million
If you had to use one word to describe Zhou Chengcheng’s current mood.
It would be despair mixed with shock.
What’s going on?
Nicholas knows Qin Hao?
And they seem to be quite familiar?
What kind of international joke is this!
However, the joke continues.
Nicholas said, "Sir’s golf skills are absolutely outstanding, even now, I still remember them."
Qin Hao smiled and nodded.
Back in the day, he used to hang out with Shi Nuofu, even participated in some golf events hosted by celebrities.
He played a few rounds, left an indelible impression on those celebrities with his precise skills.
Nicholas was there at the time. Despite being a big movie star, he seemed quite ordinary among those wealthy businessmen.
"Little Nico, have you gained some weight recently?"
Qin Hao seriously scrutinized Nicholas.
This guy was just a fresh face last time, why does he suddenly look a bit chubby?
Nicholas smiled wryly, "It’s for a new movie. In the film, I have to play a diabetic patient."
"Impressive." Qin Hao gave a thumbs up and asked, "What are you doing here?"
Nicholas said, "I am a spokesperson for the World Children’s Fund, and this banquet is also related to charity, so I must make an appearance."
"Not bad."
Qin Hao nodded. A star of his caliber doesn’t need to disguise himself with charity.
If he’s willing to do it, then it’s genuine kindness.
It’s really not easy.
Nicholas showed joy on his face, "Thank you, sir, for the compliment. When shall we play golf next time?"
"I’ll do it next time when I’m free." Qin Hao was saying, while more and more people were seating themselves, soon filling the table.
Nicholas originally wanted to stay, but every seat was arranged in advance, he couldn’t suddenly insert himself, so he smiled wryly, "Then I’ll leave first, waiting for your word, sir."
"Alright." As Nicholas left, Qin Hao took a sip of red wine and noticed Zhou Chengcheng looking at him in a daze.
"Hey, what’s wrong with you?" Qin Hao waved a hand in front of Zhou Chengcheng’s eyes.
Zhou Chengcheng snapped back, gritting his teeth, his face pale, "You..."
"What about me?" Qin Hao was very confused.
"How do you know Nicholas!" Zhou Chengcheng said angrily.
"Just know him like that." Qin Hao waved his hand, just as Qiao Jiaying walked onto the stage.
He stopped paying attention to Zhou Chengcheng, focused on enjoying Qiao Jiaying’s moments.
Zhou Chengcheng unusually didn’t look at Qiao Jiaying, instead he stared at Qin Hao intently.
This guy, actually knows Nicholas...
But how does that matter, if he dares to make me lose face, I must make him regret and despair!
Thinking this, Zhou Chengcheng shook off distractions, looking coldly at Qiao Jiaying on stage.
After Qiao Jiaying gave a welcome speech, she smiled and said, "The donation ceremony officially begins."
Qin Hao once thought that donations were simply about handing over money in private.
But coming to this banquet, he realized he was wrong.
Donors usually raise their hands to indicate a number.
And the host keeps smiling while maintaining the numbers.
This form is quite similar to an auction.
Qin Hao felt very speechless, just a charity event, is it fun to turn it into an auction?
But soon he got the hang of it.
Because of this form, on-site donations are highly competitive.
For example, Boss Wang donated a million, then his good friend Boss Li of course has no reason to offer less. Naturally, he’d start with a million too.
And Boss Wang’s enemies?
To suppress the opponent’s arrogance, naturally they’d raise two or three million.
Understanding this, Qin Hao realized how "insidious" the charity banquet organizers were.
The donation ceremony started with quite a bang.
Many rich and famous people on the spot couldn’t hold back, started to show off, reporting huge amounts.
"Boss Li donated a million!"
"Wang Dekai donated three million!"
"Zhou Lihong donated three hundred and fifty thousand!"
"Zhu Yaoguang donated eight hundred thousand!"
The numbers varied, but regardless, announced by Qiao Jiaying with her sweet and soft voice, donors also felt a sense of face.
With one celebrity after another contributing, Zhou Chengcheng didn’t rush to act, coldly sneered, "Why haven’t you started?"
Qin Hao faced with utter puzzlement, "What’s the rush? Is there a rule that you have to donate?"
Zhou Chengcheng showed a contemptuous face, "Why are you here if you’re not donating?"
Qin Hao smiled slightly, "Because Qiao Jiaying likes me. And, none of your business!"
"Humph!" Having been insulted often, Zhou Chengcheng had grown accustomed. He derisively cursed Qin Hao as a "country bumpkin!"
Coincidentally, the donation ceremony was entering its latter half, fewer people were donating.
Qiao Jiaying clapped, on the huge LCD screen behind her, flashed faces of children with innocent smiles.
"This is the daily life in Wangjiao Village..." Qiao Jiaying began emotionally recounting the stories of children in mountainous areas.
After she spoke for a while, many celebrities were moved, thus donation numbers rose anew.
Zhou Chengcheng constantly eyed Qin Hao, wanting to see how much he would donate.
But Qin Hao delayed his action, the pressure on Zhou Chengcheng increased instead.
After all, many here knew he was a member of the Zhou Family.
You, a young master of a major clan, still haven’t made a move? That’s just too unreasonable, isn’t it?
Finally, Zhou Chengcheng couldn’t hold back, raised his hand and shouted, "I donate six million!"
The six-million figure, for big enterprises isn’t much.
But as a personal donation, it’s a huge amount.
Arguably, it’s the top bid of tonight.
"This Mr. Zhou Chengcheng has donated six million!" Qiao Jiaying smiled broadly, her voice filled with excitement, "Thank you, Mr. Zhou, for your generosity. The children in the mountains will have their lives changed because of your grand act! May God bless you!"
Zhou Chengcheng initially felt the pain of losing six million. But after hearing Qiao Jiaying’s series of compliments, he suddenly felt it was worth it.
What’s more interesting than having a beauty look up to you?
"Humph!" Thinking of the beauty, he glanced at Qin Hao, this guy was still stuffing food into his mouth, showing no intention of donating.
"Poor wastrel!" Zhou Chengcheng finally figured it out.
Qin Hao was simply a poor boy, otherwise he wouldn’t have come in just thinking of eating.
Little did he know, Qin Hao put down his chopsticks, burped and said, "I’m full!"
Zhou Chengcheng couldn’t help mocking, "You’re full? Country bumpkin, you’ve utterly embarrassed yourself!"
Qin Hao ignored him, stretched lazily and said, "Seems it’s time to start."
"Start what?" This was Zhou Chengcheng’s biggest doubt.
Qin Hao said casually, "Donation."
Finished, he raised his hand, showing a number, "Ten million."







