Chapter 90 - Well Said Please Recommend and Favorite

“Hahaha—” Someone burst into laughter, breaking the silence that had filled the room.What followed was the disdain and chatter from the wealthy businessmen below.

“Where did this kid pop up from?

How is someone like him qualified to attend tonight’s charity gala?”

“Five hundred bucks?

He actually has the nerve to take that out?

Does he think he’s giving alms to a beggar?”

All sorts of unpleasant words were coming out of these businessmen’s mouths, and not far away, Zhao Wanting looked anxiously at Ye Chenfeng on stage.

Beside her, Bai Xueling’s eyebrows were slightly furrowed—what sort of act was Ye Chenfeng putting on?

After all, the Yes were a top-tier family from Capital City!

Would Ye Chenfeng, a direct descendant of the Ye family, lack money?

After Zhao Qihua whispered a few words to Fang Nanxiang, Nanxiang started walking towards the stage.

But just at that moment, Xie Pan’an spoke up—wasn’t this exactly the outcome he had been waiting for?

A smug smile crept across his face as he said loudly, “So this gentleman here really doesn’t have any money, huh!

Then why bother donating at all?

Isn’t this just embarrassing yourself?

Better go home and earn money for a few more years!

Do you want me to find you a job?”

Hearing Xie Pan’an’s words growing increasingly out of line, Zhao Qi couldn’t hold back anymore.

He didn’t want to upset Ye Chenfeng, the Divine Doctor.

Just as he was about to shout out, Ye Chenfeng on the stage spoke.

Ye Chenfeng cleared his throat.

His expression remained unchanged as he casually took the microphone from the male host’s hand.

His voice, rich and magnetic, resonated: “Everyone, please quiet down.”

Sure enough, the chatter from below ceased immediately—not because the businessmen were obedient, but because Ye Chenfeng’s voice contained the power of his soul, which could momentarily daze ordinary people.

“Is the five hundred dollars I donated not money?

All of you wealthy folks keep saying you want to donate money, but isn’t it just for a good reputation that you’re really after?

If you love doing good deeds so much, why not make anonymous donations to charity organizations?

A bunch of hypocrites, you all talk the talk but are utterly deceitful at heart.”

Ye Chenfeng’s forceful speech directly hit a nerve among these businessmen, turning their faces red, their necks swollen with anger.

Even Zhao Qi’s face turned slightly red, knowing that what Ye Chenfeng was saying was the truth.

Yet many businessmen in the audience were not convinced.

They were prominent figures in Tianhai, so why should they listen to a poor kid like Ye Chenfeng lecturing them?

Just when someone was about to speak out and stop him, Ye Chenfeng continued, “Doing good deeds should be within one’s means.

At the very least, I only have five hundred bucks on me right now.

Even if I only had a single coin to my name a moment ago, I’d give it without hesitation because doing good is nothing to be ashamed of.”

Ye Chenfeng jumped straight off the stage and walked up to Xie Pan’an, saying, “Just like this gentleman here—despite his decent appearance, he bid on that jade necklace just now only to please a woman.

Has he ever thought he was doing charity?

It completely misses the point of charity.

Such charity cannot truly be called charity at all.”

Xie Pan’an’s expression turned hideous as Ye Chenfeng humiliated him in front of everyone.

He had never faced such shame on his own turf in Tianhai before.

Moreover, the Xies were co-organizers of tonight’s charity gala, although Xie Pan’an’s father had been suddenly unable to attend.

“Good, well said, this is the true spirit of charity!” A man in his sixties or seventies emerged from the crowd, his wrinkled face flushed with emotion, clearly moved by Ye Chenfeng’s speech.

For Ye Chenfeng, improvising a speech was a piece of cake.

Let’s not forget that he is a versatile talent trained by the state 500 years into the future, more than capable of handling all sorts of situations with ease.

The old man was named Zou Zedong, and he was the director of Tianhai People’s Hospital.

Of course, he also had another formidable identity; he was the father of the secretary of the Tianhai Municipal Committee.

Who in attendance would dare to offend him?

Many of the wealthy businessmen who were originally disgruntled with Ye Chenfeng instantly shut their mouths, afraid of angering this elder.

The secretary of the municipal committee was well-known for his filial piety!

Even Xie Pan’an, who had been outspoken earlier, now kept his mouth shut but his somber eyes stayed fixed on Ye Chenfeng’s face, as if committing every detail to memory.

Of course, Ye Chenfeng didn’t regard someone as insignificant as Xie Pan’an with any concern.

He could deal with such a person whenever he chose to.

“Did you all hear that?

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Charity is not about showing off as you do.

The charity world has truly been tainted by people like you,” Zou Zedong declared sharply.

When Zou Zedong was young, he too was a poor man who faced disdain from others.

It was only through his own efforts that he became the director of Tianhai People’s Hospital.

Fortunately, his son was quite outstanding now, and there were few in Tianhai who would dare to offend the old man.

“Young man, you, you, you—” Zou Zedong had just turned to ask for Ye Chenfeng’s name when he suddenly began to pant heavily and, before he could finish speaking, collapsed on the ground.

Ye Chenfeng’s eyes widened; wasn’t the old man overreacting a bit?

Had he passed out from the excitement?

Of course, many people present knew that Zou Zedong suffered from a sudden heart condition, and the excitement could have caused his heart to stop beating.

The crowd immediately turned their gazes towards Ye Chenfeng.

These were all shrewd businessmen who had already begun planning to pin all the blame on Ye Chenfeng.

“Heh heh heh—” Xie Pan’an laughed darkly, “Do you know who this elder is?

He is the father of the secretary of the municipal committee.

This is all your fault for triggering his heart attack.

You just wait to go to jail!”

Zou Zedong always had a doctor accompany him on his outings, arranged by his son.

Right now, this doctor was already checking on the elderly gentleman, performing some emergency measures.

However, Zou showed no response, and his heart did not resume beating; instead, his face grew even paler.

“Hurry, to the hospital, to the hospital,” the doctor urged.

In his estimation, there wasn’t much hope even with hospitalization, but given Zou Zedong’s status, the formalities had to be observed.

Ye Chenfeng could tell that, with the current medical level, Zou Zedong was likely headed to meet King Yama.

It seemed he would have to intervene again, especially since Zou Zedong had just stood up to speak on his behalf.

He had no dislike for the old man, and helping him out was the right thing to do.