() Dihao Hotel, one of the famous hotels in Beijing, is a gathering place for the rich and powerful.
The sun had already set. He Ye, who was wearing a long purple dress, stood under the street lights, looking at the splendid buildings and the many valuable luxury cars in front of the hotel. He lowered his head and glanced at the invitation in his hand, and suddenly felt a little lucky.
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Fortunately, Zuo Han was with her. If she had only invited herself, she might not have had the courage to go in. Where did that guy die? Could he not come?
After waiting for a while, He Ye saw Zuo Han slowly strolling over from across the street.
He Ye was happy at first, then his face darkened, and he said angrily: "Why did you come here? Do you know how long I have been waiting?"
"Sorry, something delayed me." Zuo Han didn't want to explain too much.
He Ye snorted and was about to say something when suddenly a man rushed from the door of the hotel.
"Brother Zuo, He Ye, you are here."
Zhang Yi.
Zhang Yi had seen He Ye for a long time, but didn't dare to come over. He was relieved when he saw Zuo Han appear, and ran over quickly. After rushing over, he grabbed Zuo Han's hand and shook it vigorously, but his eyes were blank.
Take a good look at He Ye.
Zuo Han quickly winked at Zhang Yi and said with a smile: "I didn't expect Master Yi to welcome the guests in person. You are busy first, we will go in by ourselves."
Zhang Yi is usually a good person, but at this time he was clearly not thinking clearly. He shook his head repeatedly: "No matter how busy you are, I'm just here to pick you up. The banquet hall is on the second floor, I'll take you up..."
Zuo Han's face twisted, and He Ye said suspiciously: "How did you know we would come? Did Uncle Zhang tell you?"
"My father told me that the invitations were all written by me and I called Brother Zuo. Of course he knows."
As Zhang Yi spoke smoothly, Zuo Han became more and more helpless, while He Ye became furious.
"Okay, you guys colluded?!" He Yexing's eyes widened and he turned around to leave.
"Ah, no..." Only then did Zhang Yi react and subconsciously stopped He Ye, but didn't know what to say and looked at Zuo Han for help.
Zuo Han glanced at Zhang Yi with hatred and said to He Ye: "Are you colluding with each other? Even if you don't give Zhang Yi face, you can't prevent Mr. Zhiyuan from stepping down."
Zhang Yi finally became smarter this time and said quickly: "It's my father's wish to invite you. I just helped write the invitation."
He Ye thought about it for a moment, glared at Zuo Han fiercely, and strode towards the front door of the hotel.
"Brother Zuo, I seem to have messed up..." Zhang Yi looked annoyed.
"Don't be discouraged, there is still a chance." Zuo Han patted Zhang Yi's shoulder comfortingly, and the two followed him.
When they got upstairs, He Ye was standing at the door of the banquet hall, frowning.
The door of the main banquet hall on the second floor is facing the stairs. There is a sign at the door with four big characters written on it.
Huayun Fund!
Zhang Zhiyuan started from scratch, the group was named after him, and the invitation letter given by Zhang Yi was also signed by Zhiyuan Group.
He Ye was a little confused and didn't dare to go in rashly.
Zhang Yi quickly went up to show it off and serve as an explanation.
The charity reception hosted by Zhang Zhiyuan was a collaboration with the Huayun Foundation to raise donations for poor children in mountainous areas. After the donation was completed, the handling of the donations was also completed by the Huayun Foundation.
Huayun Fund is an international charity headquartered in Thailand. Because the details of the use of each fund will be disclosed and will be tracked afterwards, it is quite credible.
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Because it was a cocktail party, the banquet hall was very loosely decorated. In the center were two long rows of dining tables, filled with drinks, fruits and desserts. On both sides were tables and chairs for rest, but not many people were sitting there. Most people were holding tables.
The wine glasses went back and forth, greetings were exchanged and business cards were exchanged.
Most of the people who attended the cocktail party were wealthy people with high net worth. They came to this cocktail party organized by Zhang Zhiyuan more for the sake of networking. When two people clink glasses, they might be able to conclude a business deal in just a few words.
There are several tables at the door, with signs for charity stations, donation boxes, and three computers. Behind them are people from Huayun Fund and the bank.
He Ye hesitated, then walked to the donation box and put a thousand dollars in it.
After He Ye came back, Zhang Yi praised He Ye for being caring, but Zuo Han was a little embarrassed.
Zuo Han sighed: "Why are you joining in the fun? All the people here are rich, and you can't even make a small change from them."
"They may only donate one night's expenses, while I donate one semester's living expenses." He Ye glared at Zuo Han: "I am not as rich as them, but I am more caring than them."
Zhang Yi praised him again, while Zuo Han was slightly startled.
Zuo Han was not surprised by He Ye's kindness. But when He Ye said those words, Zuo Han suddenly felt a surge of holy power. Although it was only for a moment, Zuo Han still keenly captured it.
He Ye was obviously still angry with Zuo Han because of the "collusion incident". After saying this, he walked in angrily, followed by Zhang Yi shamelessly.
Could it be that He Ye also inherited the same heart of the Holy Son as He Jinsong? But why couldn't I notice it?
Zuo Han looked at He Ye's back and thought for a moment, then walked to the charity table and asked, "Excuse me, have you recorded the donation from the lady just now?"
"Of course, we will register even if you donate one yuan." A staff member replied politely.
"I am that lady's assistant, and I would like to make some additional donations." Zuo Han asked, "I only have an account in the United States, can I transfer money on the computer?"
"Of course, you can log on to Huayun Fund's website and connect with any bank in the world..."
A staff member wearing a bank uniform expertly tapped on the computer a few times, then turned the computer screen to Zuo Han and pushed the keyboard over without turning his head.
Zuo Han entered his account to log in, looked at the balance inside, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly.
That guy Joey really didn't lie.
For Zuo Han, money is not of much use, just enough to spend. And from a certain perspective, this money can be regarded as "given" by He Jinsong.
Zuo Han thought for a moment and typed a series of numbers in the donation column of Huayun Fund...
After a few seconds, the Huayun Fund staff member in front of a computer nearby said mechanically: "The donation has been received and recorded under the name of Ms. He Ye. The total amount now is...is..."
The staff member suddenly stuttered, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and then blurted out in disbelief: "One million US dollars!!"
Although it is a charity reception for rich people, it does not have a special name. People usually donate a dozen or two hundred thousand dollars, which is only tens of thousands of dollars when converted into U.S. dollars. Donating more than 100,000 U.S. dollars is considered a waste!
One million US dollars... Even if there is a major disaster, not many people would donate so much, let alone in their own name...
By the time several staff members calmed down, Zuo Han had already left.
This is how real people don’t show their faces.
Looking at Zuo Han's back, several staff members had stars in their eyes.
Both He Ye and Zuo Han were dressed simply, especially Zuo Han, who was wearing cheap casual clothes. If Zhang Yi hadn't followed him, he wouldn't have been able to get in through the door of the Dihao Hotel.
But Zuo Han didn't deliberately play mystery with them, but found that He Ye seemed to be in some trouble.
In a relatively remote corner, He Ye sat with a livid face, and Zhang Yi stood aside at a loss. Opposite them stood a young woman wearing a luxurious evening dress, looking like I am an aristocrat, and you are a country bumpkin.
Looks like he deserves a beating.
That woman was apparently known to Zuo Han and He Ye.
The leader of the Second Generation Officials Association in Beijing is Wei Siying, whom he has met once before.