What is Zhao Dong doing here?
Not only Wen Ying was surprised, Song Foxiang almost dropped the microphone in his hand.
No need to ask, this bastard must be here to make things difficult for him!
Song Foxiang set the tone for Zhao Dong.
On second thought, what can Zhao Dong do?
The 1 million yuan was donated, and the name of "Kumho Group" was also mentioned. No matter how you look at it, it is a great honor for the Xie family.
If Zhao Dong wants to interrupt his donation, he must first ask the writers from the Writers Association present today whether they agree.
If it is revealed that he is a ghostwriter... Song Foxiang will be even less afraid, because the person who has no literary skills but wants to publish an autobiography is obviously Zhao Dong, so it will be Zhao Dong who will be more embarrassed!
Song Foxiang is stable.
Zhao Dong did not come to the venue alone, he brought a photographer with a camera on his shoulder!
"How can Brother Song be the only one to enjoy such a grand event? That would be boring!"
Zhao Dong rushed onto the stage and shook hands with Jiang Xuekun and several representatives of the Writers Association in turn. The photographer recorded all the shots.
Because there were cameras, no one got angry even if they didn't understand what Zhao Dong was trying to do.
Intellectuals are most concerned about their reputation. If they say something wrong and are photographed, it would be very embarrassing.
Wen Ying had a bad feeling. She guessed what Zhao Dong was going to do, but she was powerless to stop him. After all, she was just a new author who came here to get an invitation. She had no right to speak here!
Zhao Dong had already shaken hands with everyone. He stood next to Song Foxiang very naturally, holding Song Foxiang tightly, just like Song Foxiang's long-lost brother.
"Brother Song, I really want to thank you. It's you who introduced me to the cultural circle of Chengdu. It's you who made me feel the spirit of Chengdu's literati. It's you who made me feel a sense of belonging to my hometown. For such a grand event, I naturally want to do my best to contribute."
Zhao Dong started by talking about how his ancestors went abroad, and how the Zhao family worked hard abroad. It took two or three generations of hard work to get him back to China to invest today. He said that what he said was naturally the packaged rhetoric in the autobiography, and he burst into tears when he got to the emotional part.
Song Foxiang was stunned.
——That bastard surnamed Zhao was actually a Hollywood extra in the United States. He wanted to act but no director appreciated him. That’s why he only got so few roles after returning to China!
Zhao Dong looks like a respectable man. He was wearing a suit today. He took out a handkerchief from his jacket pocket to wipe his tears. His eyes were really red from crying.
After the show, Zhao Dong explained the purpose of his visit today. He wanted to emulate Song Foxiang's noble character and he personally decided to donate 500,000 yuan.
Zhao Dong is here to give you money!
The representatives of the Writers Association, who were confused just now, suddenly came to their senses.
This donation is used to support struggling writers to concentrate on their creation. It is a special "poverty alleviation fund" to help some writers solve their life difficulties and allow them to concentrate on creating better works. This is what the Writers Association has always wanted to do.
It is certainly a good thing that someone is willing to donate money together with Song Foxiang.
The representatives of the Writers Association immediately became enthusiastic about Zhao Dong.
Just now, Zhao Dong was shaking hands with people one by one, but now someone took the initiative to shake hands with Zhao Dong.
Song Foxiang was stunned.
Zhao Dong clearly only donated 500,000 yuan, but he stole his limelight. He actually donated 1 million yuan!
Although the money used was compensation from Xie Jinghu, it was still a full 1 million.
"Old Song, if someone is willing to follow you and do good things, we welcome them."
Jiang Xuekun is worthy of being the general manager of a publishing group. He has figured it out in a short period of time. The protagonist today can only be Zhao Dong!
Zhao Dong had already revealed his identity when he was being sentimental.
Returned overseas Chinese businessmen!
Overseas Chinese businessmen are richer than Lao Song, the magazine editor-in-chief. It was by chance that Lao Song was able to get 1 million to donate to the Writers Association. How could he get a second 1 million?
Zhao Dong is different.
Although Zhao Dong only donated 500,000 today, he can donate a second 500,000, a third 500,000... As long as Zhao Dong's business does not go bankrupt, he will be a walking golden sheep who can always make money.
What a pity, the stage set up for Song Foxiang today actually helped Zhao Dong!
Song Fuxiang was so angry that his face turned green.
If there weren't so many people watching, Song Foxiang would have thrown the microphone at Zhao Dong.
No, Song Foxiang’s hands are empty now. The microphone has long been taken over by Zhao Dong who is speaking generously.
Song Chan was particularly worried about her father, fearing that Song Foxiang would get angry and leave.
But like Wen Ying, Song Chan was just a junior in such an occasion and it was not her turn to speak.
Not to mention that Song Chan has only published one book, even if she has published ten books, she is still a young writer of the younger generation in front of her predecessors.
"What's going on with this Zhao Dong?"
Song Chan walked up to Wen Ying.
She didn't want to talk to Wen Ying, but she and Wen Ying were the only ones of similar age at the scene, and Song Chan couldn't find anyone else to communicate with except Wen Ying.
Song Chan's behavior was a manifestation of her inner anxiety, and she didn't expect Wen Ying to answer her. Wen Ying's vague guess had been confirmed by Zhao Dong's performance.
“He found the right way.”
"What?"
Song Chan didn't understand.
Wen Ying murmured, "I said Zhao Dong, he finally found the right time, the right method, and his own advantages."
Zhao Dong wanted to have the franchise rights to the theme park, but failed in the bidding for the "National Beauty" project.
But Zhao Dong did not give up and wanted to try a second time.
As a reborn person, Wen Ying certainly knows that there is such an opportunity recently. In addition to "National Beauty and Heavenly Fragrance", Chengdu will also have "Happy Valley" in the future.
Zhao Dong’s target is “Happy Valley”.
Of course, if Zhao Dong had won the bid in this life, the "Happy Valley" in Wen Ying's memory might have to be renamed.
Zhao Dong has always been holding on to money but didn't know how to spend it. This was his purpose in making friends with Jiang Youjia. Zhao Dong was eager to break into the Chengdu circle.
Culture and tourism are inseparable.
Never underestimate the local literary community. A simple-dressed, elderly writer might have a network of connections few can fathom. He might live in his hometown in the countryside, but when a local leader takes office, he might even visit him in person.
How do leaders in the cultural and tourism sector live their retirement life?
Most of them go to a certain association to continue to shine, and the Writers Association is one of their options after retirement.
Zhao Dong has never been able to get the hang of this aspect.
Having money is useless. Even if you have money, you can’t find where other people’s doors are. People don’t want to play with businessmen who are obsessed with money!
But now, today... no, even earlier, when Zhao Dong decided to ask Song Foxiang to write his autobiography, Zhao Dong got it. He finally adapted to the local customs and knew how to play this game.
It was Xie Jinghu who opened up Zhao Dong's Ren and Du meridians!
It was Xie Jinghu who gave Zhao Dong the opportunity to perform on stage.
Will Zhao Dong win the bid?
Wen Ying felt heavy in her heart and didn't want to bother watching Zhao Dong's performance at all, so she turned around and left the venue.
"Hey, you—"
Song Chan stared at Wen Ying's back in a daze.
Why is Wen Ying angry?
It was obvious that her father was the one who stole the limelight, but Wen Ying seemed even angrier than her and said some incomprehensible words.
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