Wu Ping laughed heartily. "Like I said, I wasn't raised to be scared. I'm actually very curious. Tell me, who could have scared me so much?"
"Okay, then listen carefully and stand still. Humph, he is the richest man in Bazhong and China, the chairman of the Shenlong Group and the leader of the martial arts world, Tang Xiaobao. Don't you watch the news?"
Wu Ping was so scared that he fell down on the chair, his face turning green.
He was really scared.
But he suddenly realized it and said hurriedly: "No, I know Tang Xiaobao, he is not Tang Xiaobao."
"Are you stupid? You don't even know what car Tang Xiaobao drives? Haven't you heard about it? A Land Rover with a Yanjing license plate, and five consecutive numbers? Haven't you heard about it? Also, don't you know he can disguise himself?"
Wang Youping reminded.
Wu Ping swallowed, his face turning blue and purple.
Of course he had heard of it, but he didn't pay attention to it at the moment.
Now that I think about it, Tang Xiaobao's Land Rover seems to have consecutive numbers and a Yanjing license plate. In the whole of Bazhong, it is the only one that meets these two conditions.
"Really, really, it's really him?"
He asked in a murmur.
Wang Youping sneered: "I saw his ID card. Otherwise, do you think I would arrest you? I said, I am protecting you."
Wu Ping believed it.
He really believed it.
Then he quickly bowed with both hands, a look of fear on his face, and said gratefully: "Director Wang, Brother Wang, thank you, thank you so much. I was too harsh just now. I really didn't know how to appreciate a good person. My brain really short-circuited just now. I give in. This time, I admit defeat. I am also very glad that you saved me."
He was sweating.
Wang Youping lost no time in reminding him, "Forget it, it's all over. Let's end this matter here. But there's one thing I must remind you of: don't bother that van owner later. You just heard what Tang Xiaobao said. If this really happens, you're looking for trouble with me. Don't blame me for not giving you face. If you piss him off, no one can save you."
Wu Ping nodded repeatedly in agreement.
…
Tang Xiaobao naturally didn't know that Wu Ping had been scared by him in the police station.
He arrived downstairs at Deng Jianzhong's house.
After getting off the car, Tang Xiaobao said to Yaoyao, "Just stay in the car, don't run around, I'll be back soon."
Yaoyao said "oh" without looking up. She was playing with her cell phone.
Tang Xiaobao walked into the corridor carrying a box.
Knock on the door.
Soon, the door opened.
Deng Jianzhong came to open the door, and he was a little surprised when he saw Tang Xiaobao.
"Xiao Tang?"
"Hello, Principal Deng, I came to see you."
Tang Xiaobao put on a smile.
"Come in."
Deng Jianzhong was smiling.
He has been engaged in education for so many years, and his students are all over the world, some of whom have even held ministerial positions. But when it comes to his most outstanding disciples, Tang Xiaobao is definitely the most prominent one.
Tang Xiaobao put the gift basin on the table.
Deng Jianzhong opened it and found a painting. Judging from its condition, it was hundreds of years old and it was an authentic work.
He's an expert at this, and you can tell at a glance.
"What's this for?"
He asked with a frown.
"It's okay, it's just a small thing, not worth much. I know you like these, Principal Deng, so I brought you a pair. If you like them, I'll bring you a few more next time."
Tang Xiaobao answered casually.
Deng Jianzhong was speechless.
Such precious calligraphy and painting, in Tang Xiaobao's mouth, became a little thing, worthless?
So infuriating!
Since he is obsessed with this, he naturally knows the value of this calligraphy, which is at least worth seven figures.
"This thing is too valuable. I can't accept it. Take it back."
Deng Jianzhong said in a muffled voice, but his eyes showed reluctance.
Yes, he likes it very much.
But it’s really too expensive.
He was not used to receiving such valuable things.
When Tang Xiaobao saw it, he smiled and said, "Mr. Deng, please don't be polite with me. I really have a lot of money at home. I just casually gave you a calligraphy and painting. Why don't you accept it?"
"Do you know how much this painting is worth?"
Deng Jianzhong asked with a look of disappointment.
Tang Xiaobao shook his head.
"It's worth at least several million, and you're giving it away?"
"Oh, even if it's worth tens of billions, it's nothing." Tang Xiaobao said honestly: "As long as Mr. Deng likes it, it really doesn't matter."
"Oh my, you're rich, huh? You don't even look down on millions? Do you know that some students in our school can't even pay for their living expenses?"
Tang Xiaobao was startled, but he reacted quickly and said, "I know. That's why I came to see Mr. Deng this time because I wanted to donate to the school."
"Ah? Donation?" Deng Jianzhong was a little confused.
"Yes, donate. I have money now, and I have an obligation to help those in need as much as I can."
"How much are you going to donate?"
Deng Jianzhong asked.
Tang Xiaobao said, "Mr. Deng, I will donate whatever amount you tell me to donate without hesitation."
"I said?"
Deng Jianzhong frowned and said, "You're not just saying this casually, are you? Why do you want to donate money but don't know how much you want to donate?"
"I'm going to donate 100 million. Is that enough?"
Tang Xiaobao asked carefully.
sweat.
One hundred million...
Deng Jianzhong was speechless.
He was shocked.
One hundred million... just donated it so easily?
He was frightened.
Tang Xiaobao thought he was dissatisfied, so he quickly changed his tone and said, "How about 200 million?"
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