Signing In At The Civil Affairs Bureau, I Was Rewarded With A Gorgeous Wife

Just a few minutes into the opening, and already over five hundred million has been dealt!!!

Moreover, looking at the program, a total of eight collectibles will be auctioned off today. Judging by this rate, the final amount raised for charity might be an extremely large sum!

Yue Ji sat in his chair, his eyes somewhat bloodshot as he watched the auctioneer on stage.

In the Magic Capital, a decent amount of money is raised for charity every year, but to raise this much all at once, that's truly unprecedented!

Could it be that Song Yun is willing to bleed himself for a good reputation???

But upon further thought, Yue Ji shook his head with a wry smile, that's highly unlikely—if he really wanted to do that, he could have just picked a few items, and a few ten million would have been enough!

So what exactly does he want to do?

Is it really just an act of pure kindness?

With various questions in mind, Yue Ji fixed his gaze on the next item up for auction.

The next item was a painting and calligraphy work by the famous ancient artist Tang Bohu. The final transaction value was over one hundred million, and although it didn't match up to the first two items, it was still enough to strike fear.

In this way, the atmosphere of the charity dinner grew increasingly exuberant, with many items that many had heard of but never seen being displayed and finding new owners today.

It wasn't until the last item was purchased by a gentleman outside the venue that the auctioneer, belatedly, realized he was soaked through!

Just as if he had just been fished out of the water!

So thrilling!

In all the years he'd been hosting auctions, none had ever been as heart-stopping as today's!

And, after carefully calculating his commission for the day, it would be enough for a down payment in the busiest district of the Magic Capital!

"Song Yun, I will have someone come over to supervise this money."

Yue Ji licked his somewhat dry lips and said, "I really didn't expect you, young man, to be so selflessly generous, raising twenty-one billion in charity funds at once!"

"Hehe, my principle in life is simple: 'When poor, take care of oneself; when rich, aid the world.'"

Song Yun replied with an unapologetic smile, "Now is the time for everyone to chat. Do you want to give a speech?"

"I've been here long enough."

Yue Ji slowly stood up, feeling somewhat dizzy after experiencing such an exciting event.

"Then I'll see you out."

Song Yun followed Yue Ji downstairs, stood in front of the car, and solemnly patted Song Yun's shoulder, "Song Yun, you're the only heroic young man I've met in many years. Don't die young! Stand tall and walk the right path!"

"Certainly!"

Song Yun knew that Yue Ji was warning him out of fear that he would be corrupted by profit and start tampering with the charity funds.

But that was Yue Ji underestimating him! Since he dared to offer so much, naturally, he had even better assets!

This small sum of money didn't concern him at all!

Yue Ji nodded and drove away.

Song Yun took a moment to smoke a cigarette before returning to the banquet.

"President Song! I am a post-90s entrepreneur, and I truly admire you! Can you give me an autograph?"

A young man, whose receding hairline was a bit worrying, approached excitedly and said, "I am sorry; I know this is presumptuous, but... but I really..."

"Hehe, it's just an autograph."

Song Yun extended his hand with a smile and said, "Where's the pen and paper?"

"The pen is here!"

The young man quickly pulled out a marker from his pocket and then pointed to his white shirt, saying, "Just sign here! After I get home, I won't wash it. I will treasure it as a family heirloom!"

Song Yun couldn't help but smile wryly upon hearing this. Not wanting to disappoint the young entrepreneur, he signed his name on the white shirt.

The young man gently caressed the autograph, exclaiming with praise, "What a beautiful signature! In my eyes, your calligraphy skills surpass those of some masters!"

"You flatter me."

Patting the other's arm, Song Yun said, "Since you're a fan of mine, I hope you will adhere to my usual style. Don't force your employees to work overtime, but if they do, make sure to pay them for it. Can you do that?"

"That's a piece of cake!"

Laughing, the young man said, "I'm already doing that. You have no idea — the young people nowadays are slowly changing the work environment. The issue of unpaid overtime just doesn't exist. All I ask is that they don't drop the ball during work hours!"

"Heh, let's encourage each other."

After chatting with the young man for a bit, Song Yun began to circulate among the various small groups, wine glass in hand.

"Mr. Song, the comments about you online are just too much! Do you want me to share clips from tonight's charity dinner?"

An old industry veteran who had been deeply involved in the media for many years said indignantly.

"Yeah, yeah, I used to think you were just looking for a title, but I was wrong! I apologize for my vile thoughts! Selfless people like you are rare in this world!"

"Mr. Song, I have never been impressed by anyone in my life, but today you've done it! Twenty-one billion! Holy shit, that's more than the market value of my company!"

Amidst the flattery from the crowd, Song Yun didn't let it go to his head but simply smiled and responded modestly.

To everyone there, however, his demeanor only added a small halo to Song Yun's towering figure.

"Song Yun, come have a drink with me."
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The former chairman of Shengtian Group suddenly waved and called out to Song Yun.

Song Yun quickly made his way over. This was an old predecessor in the industry, who, despite having retired for many years, still commanded high respect!

"Are those people getting on your nerves?"

The former chairman chuckled as he filled Song Yun's glass and said, "I too find such settings annoying. I usually decline their invitations."

Feeling somewhat grateful, Song Yun responded, "Thank you for accepting the invitation to the dinner tonight!"

"That's a bit cliché."

The former chairman waved his hand dismissively and said, "And all this 'You, you, you' has just tired me out. If you're willing, you can call me Old Geng."

"Old Geng!"

"Haha, a student worth teaching."

After clinking glasses and downing the drink with Song Yun, Old Geng said, "When I was your age, I was just an employee at a small company, struggling every day for my meals. If it hadn't been for a patron, you wouldn't see me at this dinner tonight!"

His words were true.

Old Geng's rise was deeply linked to his father-in-law.

One might say that if his father-in-law hadn't been willing to invest in him and allowed him to leave his job to start Shengtian Group, Old Geng would at most be a retired old man with a bit of savings.

But no one had ever dared to mention this in front of Old Geng!

After all, it somewhat suggested Old Geng had relied on his wife's family.

"Heh heh..."

Song Yun wasn't sure how to respond, so he just gave an awkward smile.

"What are you laughing at, kid? I'm telling you the truth!"

Old Geng said matter-of-factly, "I know lots of people badmouth me behind my back, but! Do any of them dare to say it to my face? Nope. I called you over today to tell you one thing."

"Strength is the ultimate truth. When your fist is harder than their face, they'll start thinking about how to avoid being punched by you!"