While everyone was rehearsing, Yue Feng quietly left the "Longteng Tower" because he felt that there was something lacking in this charity gala.
Walking on the streets of the concession, Yue Feng looked around casually.
A newsboy shouted loudly: "Outside, call me, the head of the old-fashioned chief of staff was chopped off, and all the old-fashioned confidants were killed.
Legend has it that it was the Headshot Ghost King who did it."
The surrounding citizens cheered, rushed forward, and bought the newspaper in an instant, reading and talking.
"You deserve it.
I heard that this old devil is one of the masterminds of the Northeast Incident."
"His hands are stained with the blood of the Chinese people, and it's time to pay back."
"Who is this Headshot Ghost King?
He is so powerful."
"He deserves the famous Colonel Tie Tianzhu, the nemesis of the Japanese."
"I heard that many people have his memorial tablet at home and ask for his blessing."
"Really?
I'll build one too."
The more Yue Feng listened, the more outrageous he felt.
He shook his head and walked forward.
At this time, he saw a thin, bald man in his twenties walking over with more than twenty children in tattered clothes and sallow faces.
He suddenly realized that this charity gala still lacked the participation of orphans.
The money earned from the concert is used to support orphans.
If they are allowed to appear and sing a song, the effect will definitely be very good.
He walked a few steps, stopped in front of the man, and asked with a smile: "Brother, can we talk?"
The bald man looked at him warily and asked: "Who are you and what are you talking about?"
Yue Feng said gently: "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous.
I want to ask where you are taking these orphans."
When the bald man heard that it was a problem, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Their parents were beaten to death by the Japanese and became orphans.
They had no choice but to be sent to a welfare home."
Yue Feng asked: "How is the food in the orphanage?"
The bald man had a bitter look on his face: "We're talking about food, it's just a day to survive."
Yue Feng felt that the bald man was compassionate, so he looked at him a few more times and asked, "May I ask what your name is?"
The bald man said: "My surname is Fan, my name is Wu Bing, and I have become a monk."
When Yue Feng heard this, he suddenly thought of a person and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Master Hai Deng" In later generations, Master Hai Deng was a martial artist who was proficient in Five Elements Kung Fu, Bodhidharma Kung Fu, Shaolin Stick Technique, Qinglong Sword Technique, and Nine-step Serial Boxing.
He was especially famous at home and abroad for his One Finger Zen Kung Fu, Boy's Rou Kung Fu, and Plum Blossom Stake Boxing.
The bald man was stunned: "I am Fan Wubing, but I am not a mage."
Yue Feng thought to himself: Yes, at this time, he has not yet become a mage.
"Didn't you become a monk in Chengdu?
Why are you here?"
Fan Wubing was extremely shocked: "You, how did you know I was in Chengdu?"
Immediately, he looked admiring and helpless.
"I wholeheartedly save the country, but I have more than enough ambition but not enough power.
I heard that Colonel Tie Tianzhu was here as a wrathful King Kong, sending the Japanese to hell.
I was very envious, so I rushed to Shencheng to see him.
Unfortunately, everyone who saw him said All information about Colonel Tie Tianzhu is top secret, and anyone who asks forcibly will be killed without mercy."
Oh, it turned out to be fanned by the wings of a "butterfly".
Yue Feng smiled and said: "I also went to find them, with the same result."
Fan Wubing asked: "Sir, what is your surname?"
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"My name is Yue Feng."
Yue Feng suddenly punched Fan Wubing directly in the chest.
Fan Wubing was startled, and instinctively swung his arms to strike, and hit Yue Feng's face with his other punch habitually.
As soon as this punch came out, I regretted it.
Because his punch was so heavy that he could kill a cow.
But it's too late to collect it Yue Feng moved away from the punch with a tilt of his head.
At the same time, he grabbed Fan Wubing's hand with both hands and violently tried to force the opponent to the ground.
But he saw Fan Wubing pressing his palm on the ground, turning over, and "bumping" directly into Yue Feng's back.
After this collision, he regretted it again.
His "back bump" can knock down a wall.
If it hits someone, it will definitely break their bones, which is a serious sin.
Yue Feng let go and retreated, secretly surprised that the opponent's "backer collision" was the most powerful he had ever seen.
That is him, if it were anyone else, he would probably have broken bones.
Fan Wubing looked at him anxiously: "Mr.
Yue, are you okay?
It's my fault.
It's completely subconscious.
I can't control my hands and feet.
I'm used to it."
Yue Feng smiled and said: "Don't worry, I'm fine."
Seeing that Yue Feng was fine, Fan Wubing breathed a long sigh of relief and stared at Yue Feng again: "Your martial arts is better than mine, where do you study from?"
Yue Feng did not answer, but asked with a smile: "I want to build the largest orphanage, but I lack a compassionate and capable director.
I wonder if you want to be the director?"
Fan Wubing said: "Currently, I am working under President Zhao and have no intention of leaving."
President Zhao
Yue Feng thought for a while and suddenly thought of a person and asked: "Is this Zhao Sheshe the president of Siming Bank, Zhao Puchu?
I heard that this person is a philanthropist and is famous."
Fan Wubing clasped his hands together and said, "Exactly, exactly."
Yue Feng said seductively: "Do you know how big my orphanage is?"
Fan Wubing asked casually: "How old is it?"
Yue Feng said proudly: "At least 100,000 orphans will be taken in, and they can stay from birth to sixteen years old.
Accommodation, food, clothing, education, and medical care are all free.
Food, three meals a day, with meat.
Four sets of clothes per person per year. , plus a set of cotton-padded clothes in winter.”
Fan Wubing's eyes opened wider and wider as he listened.
After hearing this, he wanted to laugh but didn't dare.
He just clasped his hands together and his shoulders kept rising and falling.
Oh my gosh, one hundred thousand orphans, all provided with food, clothing, accommodation, medical education, still the best.
God, how much does this cost?
Even a hundred Governor Zhao Puchu can't do it.
Yue Feng smiled and said: "If you don't believe it, do you know who I am?"
Fan Wubing tried his best to hold back his smile and said, "I know, your surname is Yue Feng Yue Feng Yue Feng."
He suddenly exclaimed: "Oh my god, you are the boss who is holding a new charity concert for Long Teng today, you are the one who defeated Solov and the Tokugawa Ai brothers, and you are the one who won at least ten million US dollars. " Yue Feng smiled lightly and said, "It's just me."
Fan Wubing circled around Yue Feng, full of shock and curiosity: "No wonder your martial arts are so powerful, no wonder I can't hit you with one punch, no wonder hitting you with a backing is ineffective, it turns out it's you, it turns out it's you."
Yue Feng raised his head at a 45-degree angle and said with infinite temptation: "One hundred thousand orphans, one hundred thousand hopes, one hundred thousand shoulders, one hundred thousand pillars."
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Fan Wubing's eyes shone with extremely bright light, which changed from the previous gloomy look.
He was extremely excited, and the meaning of life was suddenly aroused.
"One hundred thousand orphans, one hundred thousand hopes, one hundred thousand shoulders, one hundred thousand pillars.
Mr.
Yue, you are serious.
You not only want to do good things, but also want to cultivate pillars for the country."
The reason why he became a monk was because he was disappointed with the country and his heart was dead.
However, the reason why he practiced martial arts so hard showed that there was still a fire buried in his heart, waiting for the moment to erupt.
Now, that moment seems to have arrived.
But, is this true?
Yue Feng took out ten bearer checks, totaling one million US dollars, and placed them in Fan Wubing's hand: "This is the first payment."
Fan Wubing took a closer look and saw that it was all real, one million US dollars, not legal currency.
He was extremely shocked and said: "Mr.
Yue, the first time we met, you believed in me so much.
Why?"
Yue Feng laughed and thought to himself: There is no one in this world who understands you better than me.
In later generations, you will be a famous philanthropic figure.
Although you are not a perfect person and have some minor flaws, you can do nothing wrong if you are dedicated to doing good.
"The Buddha said it cannot be said.
It cannot be said that from today on, you will be called Hai Deng and assume the position of the city lord of Longteng Hope City.
Yes, it will not be called an orphanage, but Hope City."
Fan Wubing, no, Hai Deng nodded heavily.
If you have money in your hands, your waist will naturally be straight.
Yue Feng held Hai Deng's thin but strong hand: "Remember what I say below.
To build Longteng Hope City, you must get help from Zhao Puchu and others.
He will give you the talents you need, including teachers."
Hai Deng smiled and said, "He is a good person and will definitely help me."
Yue Feng patted him hard on the shoulder: "I hope the city will be built on the outskirts of Leshan City.
We will buy a piece of uninhabited land, ten kilometers long and five kilometers wide, and build the city according to the highest standards."
Hai Deng was puzzled: "Why choose Leshan?"
Yue Feng joked: "With the protection of the Leshan Giant Buddha, the Japanese will never be able to get in."
Hai Deng's eyes lit up, he was a Buddhist disciple.
Yue Feng said: "All employees are given the highest salary.
For example, you are paid two hundred yuan a month.
The salary of other people must be the highest in the country.
Don't worry, the money will be there and everything will be there.
Just let go of your hands and feet."
Do."
Hai Deng is a man of extremely strong will and flexibility.
He immediately put his hands together and said firmly: "Please rest assured, Mr.
Yue, I will not let you down."
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