Wu Ping laughed: "I told you, I'm not scared, but I'm very curious. Tell me, who can scare me to what extent?"
"Okay, then listen up and stand firm. Hum, he is the richest man in Bazhong and the richest man in China. He is the chairman of the Shenlong Group and the leader of the martial arts alliance Tang Xiaobao. Don't you watch the news?"
Wu Ping was so frightened that he fell down on his chair and his face turned green.
He was really frightened.
But he suddenly reacted and said urgently: "No, I know Tang Xiaobao. He is not Tang Xiaobao."
"Are you stupid? You don't even know what kind of car Tang Xiaobao drives? Have you never heard anyone say that the Land Rover has a Yanjing license plate with five consecutive numbers? Also, he can disguise himself.
Don’t you know the technique?”
Wang Youping reminded.
Wu Ping swallowed his saliva, his face turning blue and purple.
Of course he had heard of it, but he didn't pay attention to it for a while.
Now that I think about it, Tang Xiaobao's Land Rover seems to have a serial number and a Yanjing license plate. It is the only one in Bazhong that meets these two conditions.
"Really, really, is it really him?"
he asked murmuringly.
Wang Youping sneered: "I saw his ID card. Otherwise, you thought I would catch you back. I told you, I was protecting you."
Wu Ping believed it.
He really believed it.
Then he quickly bowed his hands, with a frightened look on his face, and said gratefully: "Director Wang, Brother Wang, thank you, thank you so much. Brother, I just spoke harshly. I am really biting Lu Dongbin. I don't know the heart of a good person. I just said
My brain was really short-circuited. I gave 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 over. It's over here. But there's one thing I must remind you. Don't go back to trouble the van owner. You just heard what Tang Xiaobao said.
After all, if this kind of thing really happens, you are just looking for trouble with me. Don’t blame your brother for not saving face for you when the time comes. I’ll probably piss him off and no one can protect you.”
Wu Ping nodded in agreement.
…
Naturally, Tang Xiaobao didn't know that Wu Ping had been frightened by him at the police station.
He arrived at the downstairs of Deng Jianzhong's house.
After getting off the car, Tang Xiaobao said to Yaoyao: "You are in the car, don't run around, I will come as soon as I go."
Yaoyao said oh without raising her head, she was playing with her mobile phone.
Tang Xiaobao walked into the corridor carrying a box and knocked on the door.
Soon, the door opened.
Deng Jianzhong opened the door and was a little surprised when he saw Tang Xiaobao.
"Xiao Tang?"
"Hello, Principal Deng, I'm here to see you."
Tang Xiaobao had a smile on his face.
"Come in."
Deng Jianzhong smiled.
He has been engaged in education for so many years, and has many disciples all over the world, some of whom have even reached the ministerial level. But when it comes to his proud disciples, Tang Xiaobao is definitely the most prominent one among them.
Tang Xiaobao put the gift basin on the table.
Deng Jianzhong opened it and found a calligraphy and painting. Judging from the quality, it was hundreds of years old and it was an authentic work.
He is good at this and can see it at a glance.
"What is this for?"
he asked with a frown.
"It's okay. It's a trinket. It's worthless. 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 trinket, worthless?
So irritating!
Since he is obsessed with this, he naturally knows the value of this calligraphy, which is worth at least seven figures.
"This thing is too valuable. I can't take it back."
Deng Jianzhong said in a low voice, but his eyes showed reluctance.
Yes, he likes it very much.
But it's really too expensive.
He wasn't used to receiving such expensive things.
When Tang Xiaobao saw it, he smiled and said: "Mr. Deng, don't be polite to me. I have quite a lot of people in my family. I will just give you a calligraphy and painting. Why don't you want it?"
"Do you know how much this painting is worth?"
Deng Jianzhong hated the question of iron not becoming steel.
Tang Xiaobao shook his head.
"It's worth at least several million, and you actually gave it away?"
"Oh, even if it's worth tens of billions, it doesn't matter." Tang Xiaobao said honestly: "As long as Mr. Deng likes it, it really doesn't matter."
"Yo yo yo, you are rich, right? You can't even look down upon millions of dollars? Do you know that there are still some students in our school who can't even pay their living expenses?"
Tang Xiaobao was stunned, then reacted very quickly, and immediately said: "I know, so I came to see Mr. Deng this time just to donate to the school."
"Ah? Donate?" Deng Jianzhong was a little confused.
"Yes, donate. Now that I have money, I have the obligation to help more people in need as long as I can."
"Then how much are you going to donate?"
Deng Jianzhong asked.
Tang Xiaobao said: "Mr. Deng, you can donate as much as you want, and I will donate as much as you want without saying a word."
"I said?"
Deng Jianzhong frowned and said, "You can't just say it casually. Why do you want to donate but you don't know how much to donate?"
"I'm going to donate 100 million, is that enough?"
Tang Xiaobao asked carefully.
sweat.
One hundred million...
Deng Jianzhong was immediately speechless.
He was shocked.
100 million... donated so easily?
He was frightened.
Tang Xiaobao thought he was dissatisfied, so he quickly changed his mind and said, "How about 200 million."
"Twenty million?"
Deng Jianzhong frowned.
"Three hundred million? How about you tell me how much to donate? If not, then five hundred million?"
Tang Xiaobao still misunderstood.
Deng Jianzhong almost fell to the floor. He waved his hand: "Stop talking."
"What's wrong?"
Deng Jianzhong couldn't laugh or cry: "I finally understand now that you are a wealthy person and you have so much money that you have nowhere to spend it. Hundreds of millions seems to be nothing to you. You have never thought about donating so much money to the school.
How do we use it?”
"Mr. Deng, you can use it however you want. I don't care." Tang Xiaobao didn't care about this. He just wanted to make Deng Jianzhong happy.
Deng Jianzhong rolled his eyes and said with hatred: "You are wasting resources. Our school can only accept a donation of 10 million at most. What should I do with so much money? Give the people below them a chance to be corrupt."
?”
sweat……
Tang Xiaobao was dumbfounded this time.
Not satisfied?
Then you should have said it earlier, I almost said one billion...
The matter was settled just like that.
Tang Xiaobao donated a 10 million charity scholarship fund to his alma mater. As for the donation ceremony, he didn’t need to attend a donation ceremony. He didn’t invite the media and just donated privately and quietly.
Neither of them likes to be too high-profile about this kind of thing.
As soon as the matter came to an end, Tang Xiaobao got down to business.
"Mr. Deng, isn't senior sister at home?"
Deng Jianzhong glanced at Tang Xiaobao with a strange expression.
He saw that Tang Xiaobao felt frightened and felt guilty.
"Are you here to find her?"
Deng Jianzhong seemed to be smiling but not smiling.