The other party snorted coldly: "So you are Wu Bei. Very good. Whether your godfather can survive depends on your performance!"
Wu Bei: "You don't know where your godfather offended you?"
The other person: "If you want to know, then come over here!"
Wu Bei: "Okay. Send me the address."
After hanging up the phone, Wu Bei quickly received the address and drove there immediately.
Twenty minutes later, Wu Bei arrived at the lobby on the first floor of a ten-story apartment building in Zhongzhou. There were seven or eight people sitting in the lobby. Seeing Wu Bei come in, they all stood up at the same time. The leader had long hair and was thirty.
Next year, my face will be thinner and my eyes will be like an eagle.
He looked Wu Bei up and down and asked, "Are you Wu Bei?"
"It's me." Wu Bei nodded.
The long-haired man said: "Follow me."
The four people took Wu Bei into the elevator and stopped on the eighth floor.
After exiting the elevator, there was a large banquet room. There were forty or fifty people sitting in the banquet room. On a large round table in the middle of the banquet room, stood a red-haired man. The red-haired man was wearing white casual clothes.
, wearing a white hat, holding a snow lotus in his hand, scanning the group of people in front of him.
"Some people are blind and dare to steal the limelight from us at Jiangnan Charity Hall. He is impatient to live!"
These people also spoke up one after another.
"That's right! That Ouyang Zhiyuan actually dared to bypass our charity hall and do charity himself. Haha, he really has the heart of a bear but the courage of a leopard!"
"We must not be lenient! All participants must be severely punished, otherwise everyone will be able to do charity randomly in the future, and how can we carry out our work?"
Wu Bei happened to hear these words, and he said loudly: "If you do good deeds, you have to go through you. Who made this rule?"
As soon as he said this, hundreds of looks came to him. The red-haired man suddenly looked over and asked coldly: "Who are you?"
The long-haired man quickly said: "Deputy Hall Master Ma, this person is the person behind Ouyang Zhiyuan, his name is Wu Bei."
The red-haired man sneered repeatedly: "So the daring person is you!"
Wu Bei: "Why are we so bold when we do charity?"
The red-haired man said word by word: "When doing charity in Jiangnan Province, you must go through the Jiangnan Charity Hall. Don't you know this?"
Wu Bei sneered: "I have heard of Jiangnan Charity Hall, but as far as I know, it is only a private organization and has no right to interfere with other people's charity!"
The red-haired man grinned: "No right to interfere?" He waved.
Two strong men dragged Ouyang Zhiyuan out. Ouyang Zhiyuan's face was covered in bruises and swelling, one of his fingers was broken, and he could no longer stand up.
"You see clearly, this is the result of opposing our Charity Hall!" the red-haired man said sternly.
Wu Bei's eyes flashed coldly. He walked up to Ouyang Zhiyuan in a few steps. With a wave of his hand, the two strong men collapsed to the ground as if they were drunk.
"Godfather, are you okay?" he asked in a deep voice.
Ouyang Zhiyuan's eyes were so swollen that there was only one line left. He showed an ugly smile: "Xiao Bei, I'm fine. These people suddenly arrested me, and I didn't even have time to inform you."
Wu Bei nodded lightly: "Godfather, let me handle the rest. Sit tight."
His man was easily knocked down by Wu Bei. The red-haired man was very surprised. He put his hands on his waist and said coldly: "Boy, do you think you can act wild in front of me with just a little effort?"
Wu Bei paid no attention to him. He asked, "Godfather, who beat you?"
Ouyang Zhiyuan looked at the man in red and said, "He led two of his subordinates to fight him."
Wu Bei stood up and walked towards the man in red. The man in red took out a gun and shouted: "Stop!"
The next second, his hand suddenly went numb and the gun fell to the ground. Wu Bei's men walked up to him, grabbed his hair, and then slapped his mouth with their bows from left to right. Although he didn't use magic, he still
Each slap was very hard.
After several slaps, the red-haired man's face was swollen, black and red.
"You dare to hit me!" He gritted his teeth and said, "I will make your life worse than death. You, your family, friends, and everyone around you will die!"
Wu Bei punched him in the stomach. This punch used secret power and directly broke several of his intestines. The red-haired man suddenly doubled up in pain, his face turned pale, and he was sweating coldly.
After beating the man, Wu Bei said: "I don't need to know why you want to touch my godfather now, and I'm not interested in knowing. Next, I will clear out the Jiangnan Charity Hall behind you!"
There were dozens of people at the scene, and they all looked at Wu Bei in surprise. Even the deputy hall leader was beaten, so they didn't dare to provoke Wu Bei!
"Come here." Wu Bei waved to one of the old men in his early sixties.
The old man walked over slowly with some fear, lowered his head and said, "What are your orders?"
Wu Bei asked: "Where is the headquarters of Jiangnan Charity Hall?"
The old man said: "In Tiger City."
Hucheng is one of the most economically developed cities in Jiangnan Province. It has real Jiangnan scenery and is also the place with the most developed entertainment industry in Jiangnan Province and even the country.
Wu Bei nodded, and then he kicked the man in red on the ground. The latter immediately felt no pain and regained some energy.
"May I have your name?"
The man in red didn't dare to be harsh anymore and replied obediently: "Ma Jiasheng!"
Wu Bei: "Who are you from Jiangnan Charity Hall? What are you responsible for?"
"I am the deputy church leader, responsible for the charity business in Zhongzhou City and the business expansion outside Jiangnan."
"How many charitable donations does your Jiangnan Charity Hall receive every year?"
Ma Jiasheng was silent for a few seconds and said: "More than 10 billion are received every year, and last year we received 17.4 billion."
"How long has Jiangnan Charity Hall been established and how many donations have it received in total?"
Ma Jiasheng: "It was established 90 years ago as a branch of the Daxia Charity Hall."
Wu Bei: "How much did you charge in ninety years?"
Ma Jiasheng: "I didn't get much money in the early days, but I invested in many companies at that time. After so many years, the income has been very considerable. At present, the assets managed by Jiangnan Charity Hall exceed 1.3 trillion."
Wu Bei sneered: "A small charity actually manages trillions of wealth!"
Ma Jiasheng: "These all belong to charity funds."
"How much money do you give to charity every year?"
Ma Jiasheng: "Every year, 1% of the fund's income is used for charity. Last year, more than 700 million was used for charity."
"Trillions, but you only get 700 million every year, which is less than one-twentieth of the donations received that year." Wu Bei felt that his outlook on things had been refreshed.
Ma Jiasheng: "Sometimes it will be more. For example, the year before last, we spent 2.4 billion."
Wu Bei sneered: "Do people outside know these things?"
Ma Jiasheng shook his head: "There are only some rumors, and outsiders cannot know the true situation."
"Who controls Jiangnan Charity Hall?" Wu Bei asked.