Charity galas are somewhat different from business galas, but they also have many things in common. For example, tonight, apart from a few big shots who are really there for the red diamond jewelry, almost everyone is there for the "profit".
Celebrities seek greater exposure and more attention, businesspeople seek more investment and resources, philanthropists seek more fame, the media seek to gather more firsthand information, and government officials seek more contact with Honghe Technology…
Guests gathered, glasses clinked, and every move of each person was magnified to the maximum extent under the camera.
For example, right now, Cui Qingli's smile is stiff as she faces the camera, while Xiao Yun, who is sitting next to her, is equally restless.
The charity gala was arranged by seating, and coincidentally, they were seated at the table with the best view in the hall. To their left was a German man in a suit, to their right was an Arab man wearing a white headscarf, further ahead was a CEO, to their left was the CEO of Tencent, and in front of them was the CEO of Taobao...
—These are all big shots that Cui Qingli knows, but they don't know Cui Qingli. And Ren Honghe, the most important person at this charity gala, is sitting two tables away from her.
Unfortunately, the Arab man was a chatterbox, rattling off a long string of words that Cui Qingli couldn't understand at all. She could only nod and smile in agreement. Who knew that this guy would get so carried away with his conversation that he started pulling off a handful of gemstone rings from his fingers to give to her:
“It’s nice to meet you, my friend, you seem very interesting!”
Yes, a gemstone ring.
Cui Qingli's face went numb. She didn't think the big shot who appeared at this event would be wearing any fakes.
That saying was right after all.
Those wearing white headscarves are either terrorists or Middle Eastern princes.
Fortunately, there were fruits and snacks on the table for the guests to eat. While eating grapes, Cui Qingli glanced at "Ren Honghe". Although she had seen her once before, she couldn't help but be dazzled by her beauty.
Mr. Ren is so handsome.
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...
Noticing the probing gaze behind her, Xu Milu slightly turned her head, and Xu Jianan, dressed in a formal gown, immediately leaned down and whispered:
"President Ren."
Xu Jianan and Li Rui entered the venue tonight as special assistants. To successfully disguise themselves, the two even made some styling changes, looking exactly like a couple attending the party. However, only Xu Milu knew that Xu Jianan was wearing shorts under her dress and had two real guns strapped to her thighs.
Perhaps because of Xu Jianan's past experiences, she was very resistant to appearing in the spotlight, her whole body tense, like a leopard ready to pounce.
"fine."
Xu Milu flipped through the program for the gala in front of her, and suddenly saw a few familiar names, raising an eyebrow involuntarily:
"Director Chen and Minister Fang are here too?"
The charity gala doesn't involve everyone coming to donate money directly. Instead, most guests at the gala will donate one or more valuable items for auction, and the proceeds from the auction will be used for donations.
Xu Milu asked the question because she saw Chen Yuanyu and Fang Jianguo's names on the auction catalog.
"Yes, Director Chen and Minister Fang are in the back. They are busy with work and can't show themselves, so they asked me to say hello for them."
Compared to Xu Jianan's caution, Li Rui was perfectly at ease in this environment; he could even smile and wave at the camera.
"Boss, I heard from Zhang Cang that you're not really planning to sell this diamond necklace?"
A hint of schadenfreude appeared on Li Rui's wheat-colored face:
"The British Museum must be furious. I heard that their Queen is also interested in bidding for your necklace, and the cabinet is just short of publicly protesting."
"Tonight's main purpose is to raise funds for the 'Angels Home' charity fund. As long as the highest bid is made during the auction, we can buy it back."
Xu Milu took a small sip of the wine in her glass, appearing completely calm on the surface, but in reality, she was frantically summoning Xiao Qi:
"Little Seven, Little Seven, do I have enough money in my bank account to buy this necklace?"
[Host, there's no need to worry. Ren Honghe currently has 761.3 billion RMB in his accounts, more than enough to buy this necklace. However, I don't understand why you didn't directly donate to the 'Angels Home' Foundation, but instead chose to buy it back through a donation.]
"Because I need people all over the world to pay more attention to this issue. Eliminating human trafficking cannot be done with money alone. Only when everyone realizes the seriousness of the problem and the whole nation pays attention will similar incidents become less and less frequent in the future."
Xu Milu smiled and said:
"Is there anything you like? I can buy it for you as a gift."
【Gift? 】
Xiao Qi paused for a moment, its electronic head seemingly deep in thought. Just when Xu Milu thought it had ended the conversation, it suddenly gave its answer:
[Item number eleven, Host.]
Xu Milu took a closer look and found that the eleventh item was an oil painting composed entirely of numbers and gibberish, which at first glance had no aesthetic appeal. The item was marked as being from [Xiaoqi Technology].
She was at a loss for words, both amused and exasperated.
What Xiaoqi Technology? It's obvious that the system tampered with her approval list; otherwise, this painting wouldn't have appeared here at all.
"These are your donations?"
Xu Milu immediately became interested.
Yes, host, this is a drawing created with code, depicting the scene of our first meeting. I've recently had some new ideas about "artistic creation," and I wanted to test humanity's aesthetic appreciation of electronic art, so I sent it here—if you'd like to give me a gift, please consider it a testament to our friendship.
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