While everyone was rehearsing, Yue Feng quietly left the "Longteng Tower", because he felt that there were still some shortcomings in this charity gala.

Walking on the streets of the concession, Yue Feng looked around casually.

A newsboy shouted: "Outside the number, outside the number, the head of the chief of staff of the 'old soil' has been cut off, and all the henchmen of the old man have been destroyed, and the legend is that the 'headshot ghost king' did it." ”

The citizens around cheered, rushed forward, bought the newspaper in an instant, and talked as they read it.

"I deserve it, I heard that this old devil is one of the masterminds who planned the Northeast incident."

"His hands are stained with the blood of the Chinese, and it's time to pay it back."

"Who is this 'headshot ghost king', so powerful?"

"He, he should be the famous Colonel Tie Tianzhu, the nemesis of devils!"

"I've heard that many people have his tablet at home and ask him for the blessing of the elderly."

"yes, I'm going to set one up too."

The more Yue Feng listened, the more outrageous he felt, shook his head, and walked forward.

At this time, he saw a skinny bald man in his twenties, walking with about two dozen children in tattered clothes and yellow faces.

He suddenly realized that this charity gala still lacked the participation of orphans.

The money earned from the concert is to be used to raise orphans, and if they are allowed to appear and sing a song, the effect will definitely be good.

He took a few steps, stopped in front of the man, and asked with a smile, "Brother, can you talk?" ”

The bald man looked at him vigilantly and asked, "Who are you and what are you talking about?" ”

Yue Feng said gently: "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous. I would like to ask, where do you take these orphans? ”

When the bald man heard that it was a problem, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Their parents were beaten to death by devils and became orphans, so they could only be sent to a welfare home. ”

Yue Feng asked, "How is the food in the orphanage?" ”

The bald man looked bitter: "What kind of food to talk about, it is a day to live for a day." ”

Yue Feng felt that the bald man was compassionate, looked at it a few more times, and asked, "May I ask your surname?" ”

The bald man said: "My surname is Fan, my name is not sick, and I have become a monk." ”

When Yue Feng heard this, suddenly, he remembered someone, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Sea Lantern Mage? ”

In later generations, Master Hai Deng was a martial artist, proficient in the Five Elements Gong, Dharma Gong, Shaolin Stick Method, Qinglong Knife Method, Nine-Step Serial Boxing, especially the One Finger Zen Gong, Tongzi Rou Gong and Plum Blossom Pile Boxing Famous at home and abroad.

The bald man was stunned: "I'm Fan Wuxi, but I'm not a mage." ”

Yue Feng secretly thought: Yes, at this time, he has not yet become a mage.

"Didn't you cut your hair and become a monk in Rongcheng, how did you run here?"

Fan Wuxi was shocked: "You, how do you know that I am in Rongcheng?" ”

Immediately, he looked admiring and helpless.

"I am dedicated to saving the country, but I have more than enough heart. I heard that Colonel Tie Tianzhu was angry here, and sent the devil to hell, so he was very envious, so he rushed to Shencheng to see him. It's a pity that everyone who saw it said, 'All the news of Colonel Tie Tianzhu is top secret, and those who forcibly ask will be killed'. ”

Oh, it turned out to be fanned by the wings of a "butterfly".

Yue Feng smiled: "I also went to them, the same result." ”

Fan Wuxian asked, "Sir, what is your surname?" ”

"My name is Yue Feng."

Yue Feng suddenly punched Fan Wuxian in the chest.

Fan Wuxian was startled, instinctively waved his arm sharply, and the other punch habitually hit Yue Feng's face.

As soon as this punch came out, I regretted it.

Because his fist is so heavy that he can kill a cow.

However, it is too late to collect it!

Yue Feng let go of the punch as soon as his head was deflected, and at the same time, he grabbed Fan Wuxian's hand with both hands and slammed it down, trying to hold the other party to the ground.

saw Fan Wuxian pressing his palm on the ground, one turned over, and the other "backered into the back", hitting Yue Feng's back.

He regretted the collision again.

His "backing collision" can knock down a wall, and if it hits a person's body, it will definitely break bones, and the sin will be great.

Yue Feng let go and retreated, secretly surprised, the other party's "backing collision" was the most powerful he had ever seen. That is, if it were anyone else, I am afraid that he would have broken bones.

Fan Wuxi looked at him anxiously: "Mr. Yue, are you okay?" Blame me, it's completely subconscious, I can't control my hands and feet, and I'm used to practicing. ”

Yue Feng smiled: "Don't worry, I'm fine." ”

Seeing that Yue Feng was fine, Fan Wuxian breathed a long sigh of relief, and stared at Yue Feng again: "Your martial arts are better than me, where do you study?" ”

Yue Feng didn't answer, and asked with a smile: "I want to set up the largest orphanage, but I lack a compassionate and skilled director, I don't know if you want to be one?" ”

Fan Wuxian said: "At present, I am working under President Zhao, and I have no intention of leaving. ”

President Zhao?

Yue Feng thought for a while, suddenly thought of a person, and asked: "Is this Zhao Society Zhao Puchu, the president of Siming Bank, I heard that this person is a philanthropist and is famous." ”

Fan Wuxian clasped his hands together and said, "Exactly, exactly." ”

Yue Feng tempted: "Do you know how big my orphanage is?" ”

Fan Wuxi asked casually, "How old?" ”

Yue Feng said proudly: "At least 100,000 orphans can be accommodated, from birth to sixteen years old. Accommodation, food, clothing, education, and medical care are all free of charge. Food, three meals a day, meals with meat. Four sets of clothes per person per year, plus one set of cotton clothes in winter. ”

The more Fan Wuxian listened, his eyes widened, and after hearing it, he wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, but his hands were folded, and his shoulders kept rising and falling.

Oh my God, 100,000 orphans, food, clothing, accommodation, medical education, all-inclusive, or do the best.

Oh my God, how much does this cost?

Even if it's a hundred Zhao Puchu presidents, they can't do it!

Yue Feng smiled and said, "You don't believe it, but do you know who I am?" ”

Fan Wuxian tried his best to hold back a smile and said, "I know, your surname is Yue Mingfeng...... Yue Feng...... Yue Feng ......"

He suddenly exclaimed: "Oh my God, you are the boss of the 'Dragon New Charity Concert' that is going to be held today, you are the one who defeated the Sorov and Tokugawa Ai brothers, and you are the one who won at least 10 million dollars." ”

Yue Feng smiled faintly: "It's just down." ”

Fan Wuxian circled around Yue Feng, full of shock and curiosity: "No wonder your martial arts are so powerful, no wonder I can't hit you with one punch, no wonder the 'backing collision' is ineffective against you, it turned out to be you, it turned out to be you!" ”

Yue Feng raised his head at a forty-five degree angle and said with infinite temptation: "100,000 orphans, 100,000 hopes, 100,000 shoulders and 100,000 pillars!" ”

Fan Wuxi's eyes shot out an extremely tax light, changing his previous gray eyes, extremely excited, extremely excited, and the meaning of life was suddenly stimulated.

"100,000 orphans, 100,000 hopes, 100,000 shoulders and 100,000 pillars! Mr. Yue, are you serious? Do you not only want to do good, but also to train the pillars of the country? ”

The reason why he became a monk was because he was very disappointed in the country and his heart was like stagnant water, but the reason why he practiced martial arts desperately showed that there was still a fire buried in his heart, waiting for the moment of eruption.

Now, that moment seems to have come.

But is this true?

Yue Feng took out ten bearer promissory notes, totaling one million US dollars, and put them in Fan Wuxi's hand: "This is the first fund." ”

Fan Wuxian took a closer look, it was all true, a million dollars, not fiat currency.

He was extremely shocked and said, "Mr. Yue, the first time we met, you believed in me so much, why is this?" ”

Yue Feng laughed and secretly thought: In this world, who knows you better than me.

In later generations, you are a famous philanthropic figure, although you are not perfect, and there are some small problems, but you can't go wrong with your heart for good.

"The Buddha said, don't say, don't say! From today on, you will be called Hai Deng, and you will be the city lord of 'Dragon Hope City'. Yes, it's not called an orphanage, it's called Hope City. ”

Fan Wuxi, no, Hai Deng nodded heavily.

If you have money in your hand, your waist will naturally be straight.

Yue Feng held Hai Deng's thin and powerful hand: "Remember my words below, if you want to run 'Longteng Hope City', you must get the help of Zhao Puchu and others, and he will give you the talents you need, including teachers." ”

Hai Deng smiled and said, "He is a good person and will definitely help me." ”

Yue Feng patted him on the shoulder: "Hope City is located on the outskirts of Leshan City, buy a piece of uninhabited wasteland, ten kilometers long and five kilometers wide, and build the city according to the highest specifications." ”

Hai Deng was puzzled: "Why did you choose Leshan?" ”

Yue Feng joked: "With the protection of the Leshan Giant Buddha, the devil will never be able to get in." ”

Hai Deng's eyes lit up, he was a disciple of Buddhism.

Yue Feng said: "All employees are given the highest salary. For example, if you have two hundred yuan a month, other people's salaries must be the highest in the country. Rest assured, the money will be there, everything will be there, you let go and do it. ”

Hai Deng is a person with an extremely strong will and a very flexible will, he immediately clasped his hands together and said firmly: "Please rest assured Mr. Yue, he will not let you down." ”

(A year is about to pass, the small pot has not been interrupted for a day, three chapters a day, tomorrow is New Year's Day, ask for a reward, ask for a reward to fight the devil!) ）

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