Not only Wen Ying was surprised, Song Foxiang almost dropped the microphone in his hand.
No need to ask, this bitch must be here to make things difficult for him!
Song Foxiang set the tone for Zhao Dong.
Then I thought about it, what can Zhao Dong do?
One million was donated, and the name "Kumho Group" was also mentioned. No matter how you look at it, it is very worthy of the Xie family.
If Zhao Dong wants to interrupt his donation, he must first ask the Writers Association members present today if they agree.
If someone comes to expose his ghostwriting... Song Foxiang will be even less afraid. The person who has no writing skills and wants to publish an autobiography is obviously Zhao Dong, and it is Zhao Dong who wants to throw it away, which is even more embarrassing!
Song Fo Township is stable.
Zhao Dong did not come to the venue alone, he also brought a photographer with a camera on his shoulder!
"How can Brother Song be so beautiful in such a grand event? It's boring!"
Zhao Dong rushed onto the stage and shook hands with Jiang Xuekun and several representatives of the Writers' Association. The photographer recorded all the shots.
Because there are cameras around, even if everyone doesn't understand what Zhao Dong wants to do, no one will fall out.
Literary people value face the most. If you say something incorrectly, it will be too ugly to be photographed.
Wen Ying had a bad premonition. She guessed what Zhao Dong was going to do, but she was powerless to stop it. After all, she was just a new author who came here with the invitation, and she had no say here!
Zhao Dong had already shaken hands with everyone. He stood next to Song Foxiang very naturally and held Song Foxiang's hand tightly, just like Song Foxiang's long-lost brother.
"Brother Song, I really want to thank you. It's you who brought me into the cultural circle of Chengdu. It's you who made me feel the character of the literati in Chengdu. It's you who gave me a sense of belonging to my hometown. It's natural for me to have such a grand event.
Come and do your little bit."
Zhao Dong started with the Zhao family's ancestors who traveled overseas, and how the Zhao family worked hard abroad. It took two or three generations of people to work hard to be able to return to China and invest today. What he talked about was naturally packaged rhetoric in his autobiography, and it was emotional.
Tears everywhere.
Song Foxiang was stunned.
——That guy surnamed Zhao is actually a Hollywood bit player in the United States. He wanted to act but was not appreciated by the director, so he only did so much when he returned to China!
Zhao Dong looks like a human being. He was wearing a suit today. He took out the handkerchief in his coat pocket to wipe his tears. His eyes were really red from crying.
After the play was over, Zhao Dong explained the reason for his visit today. He wanted to emulate Song Foxiang's noble character and integrity, and he personally decided to donate 500,000 yuan.
Zhao Dong is here to give money!
The representatives of the Writers Association, who had been confused just now, suddenly came to their senses.
This donation is used to support writers in need to devote themselves to writing. 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 if someone is willing to donate money together with Song Foxiang.
The representatives of the Writers Association suddenly became enthusiastic about Zhao Dong.
Just now, Zhao Dong was shaking hands next to him, but now someone is taking the initiative to shake hands with Zhao Dong.
Song Foxiang was stunned.
Zhao Dong obviously only donated 500,000 yuan, but it actually stole his limelight. He actually donated 1 million yuan!
Even though it was Xie Jinghu’s compensation, it was still a full 1 million yuan.
"Old Song, if anyone is willing to follow you and do good deeds, we can only welcome them."
Jiang Xuekun is worthy of being the general manager of a publishing group. In a short period of time, he has figured out that today's protagonist can only be Zhao Dong!
Zhao Dong had already stated his identity when he was sensationalizing.
Returned overseas Chinese businessmen!
Overseas Chinese businessmen are richer than Lao Song, who is the editor-in-chief of a magazine. It was just a coincidence that Lao Song was able to get 1 million to donate to the Writers Association. How could he get the second 1 million?
Zhao Dong is different.
Although Zhao Dong only donated 500,000 yuan today, he can donate the second 500,000 yuan and the third 500,000 yuan... As long as Zhao Dong's business is not finished, he will be a walking golden sheep who can keep stroking his wool.
It's a pity that the stage set up for Song Fo Township today actually came true for Zhao Dong!
Song Foxiang's face turned green with anger.
If so many people weren't watching, Song Foxiang could have smashed the microphone on Zhao Dong.
No, Song Foxiang's hands are empty now, the microphone has long been taken over by Zhao Dong and he spoke generously.
Song Chan was particularly worried about her biological father, fearing that Song Foxiang would be embarrassed and run away.
But like Wen Ying, Song Chan was just a junior on such an occasion and it was not her turn to speak.
Not to mention that Song Chan only published one book, even if she published ten books, she was still a young writer of the younger generation in front of her seniors.
"What's going on with this Zhao Dong!"
Song Chan walked to Wen Ying's side.
She didn't want to talk to Wen Ying, but she and Wen Ying were of similar age at the scene, and Song Chan couldn't find anyone else except to communicate with Wen Ying.
Song Chan's behavior was a manifestation of 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 advantage."
Zhao Dong wanted the franchise rights of the park, but failed in the bid for the "National Beauty and Heavenly Fragrance" project.
But Zhao Dong did not give up and wanted to do it a second time.
As a reborn person, Wen Ying certainly knows that there is indeed such an opportunity recently. In addition to the "national beauty and heavenly fragrance", Chengdu will also have a "Happy Valley" in the future.
Zhao Dong is aiming for "Happy Valley".
Of course, if Zhao Dong succeeds in bidding in this life, the "Happy Valley" in Wen Ying's memory may have to be renamed.
Zhao Dong has always been holding on to money and not knowing how to spend it. This is the purpose of making friends with Jiang Youjia. Zhao Dong is eager to break into the Rongcheng circle.
Culture and tourism are not separated from each other.
Never underestimate the literary circle of a place. Most people cannot estimate the upper limit of the network of an old writer in simple clothes. He may usually live in his hometown in the countryside, but if a local leader takes office, he may even visit him personally.
How will leaders in the cultural tourism sector live their retirement life after they retire?
Most of them go to a certain association to continue to shine, and the Writers Association is one of their choices after retirement.
Zhao Dong has never understood this aspect.
It's useless to have money. If you have money, you can't find where the door is. If you don't have money, you can't be a businessman!
But now, just today... no, earlier, when Zhao Dong decided to ask Song Foxiang to ghostwrite his autobiography, Zhao Dong had an idea. He finally followed the Romans and knew how to play such a game.
It was Xie Jinghu who opened up the second line of Ren and Du for Zhao Dong!
It was Xie Jinghu who gave Zhao Dong the opportunity to perform on stage.
Will Zhao Dong win the bid?
Wen Ying's heart was heavy and she didn't want to stop watching Zhao Dong's performance. She turned around and left the venue.
"Hey, you-"
Song Chan looked at Wen Ying's back in a daze.
Why is Wen Ying angry?
It was obvious that her father had been robbed of the limelight, but Wen Ying looked even angrier than her and said some words that were incomprehensible.
