hotel.
Ballroom.
The general charity events are similar, without much new tricks. This time it is an event with some political significance, so the procedure is a bit more rigid. It is nothing more than talking about the losses caused by the earthquake first, and explaining the difficulties of the people. Give a talk and then make a donation or auction something to raise money. In the hall, reporters from various TV stations and newspapers can be seen standing in several corners, taking photos frequently.
After some introductory remarks, the fundraising officially began.
This time, it turned out to be the auction mode.
Just listen to the beautiful host say: "Here is the first auction item for us. This is the original manuscript of the second novel of the writer Mr. Zhang."
Teacher Zhang was sitting at the bottom. Dong Xuebin glanced at him. He had not read his novel Dong Xuebin, but he had heard the name. It was not particularly famous, but it was pretty good. He should also be from Fenzhou City. This time Eighty percent of them were invited to come and contribute.
"I'll pay you one thousand." A businessman bid.
"Five thousand." Another businessman called out.
"Ten thousand." Another person joined the competition.
"I'll pay 20,000." This time, it was Wan Fanglai, secretary of the Municipal Party Committee, who spoke.
This manuscript is obviously not worth 20,000, after all, the book is very ordinary, but most of these auctions are for donations, and it doesn't matter what it is. Even if Wan Fanglai throws a cigarette box on it, it will probably fetch tens of thousands. After Secretary Wan made his bid, several businessmen looked at each other with smiles and did not raise their bids. The bidding was just what they meant, and if they could get it, they would take it. But since Secretary Wan had made the move, no one would dare to compete with him.
The deal was completed for 20,000 yuan, and Wan Fanglai got the novel manuscript as he wished. It was a good start. Reporters captured this scene one after another.
Then, the second auction item appeared, which was a painting painted for this charity meeting by a well-known painter sitting below.
"Ten thousand!"
"I'll pay thirty thousand."
"fifty thousand."
"One hundred thousand."
"One hundred and fifty thousand."
In the end, this painting with a market value of only 10,000 yuan was sold for 200,000 yuan. This time, no leading cadres bid, so it was fought over by several businessmen, and the price went up a lot. In fact, Wan Fanglai and others have their salaries as national cadres, so they cannot donate too much money. They mainly take the lead. Most of today's donations still rely on these businessmen, and of course they will not be allowed to go in vain. Donate, since they have supported the post-disaster reconstruction of Fenzhou City, the municipal party committee and government will definitely provide them with some conveniences without violating the principles. This is not a secret operation. This can all be discussed openly, so there are Many businessmen want to perform well in this auction. If it works well, it will definitely be of great help to their business in Fenzhou City.
The third item…
The tenth item…
Item 20…
In the blink of an eye, many lots have been sold.
Yang Zhaode spent 20,000 yuan to photograph a handmade product.
Mayor Zhong Zhengwei also spent RMB 18,000 to take a picture of a small doll sewn by children in the disaster area.
There were also some small items. Many cadres in Fenzhou City took action. Even Luo Haiting spent 3,000 to take a picture of a small item.
Seeing Xie Huilan's delay, Dong Xuebin couldn't help asking: "What are you waiting for? Let's take a symbolic photo?"
Xie Huilan smiled and said: "Wait a little longer, I'm waiting for a piece of calligraphy, hey, it's here!"
The beautiful host said: "The next auction item is the calligraphy of Mayor Zhong of Fenzhou City. Mayor Zhong is an expert in calligraphy. His handwriting is strong and powerful, but also has the beauty of flowing clouds and flowing water. It is simply..."
Zhong Zhengwei interrupted with a smile and waved his hand: "It's not that good, stop praising it and start filming."
Only then did Dong Xuebin realize that Huilan was waiting for Mayor Zhong’s words. Although they couldn’t tell how good it was, if they could buy it, they could get closer to Zhong Zhengwei. Alas, Huilan thought more. Ah, look, everything is done with purpose and strategy whenever and wherever. Dong Xuebin just had a grudge against Wan Fanglai. Obviously, it is the best choice for the couple to lean towards Mayor Zhong at this moment.
Xie Huilan was targeted, and everyone else was no exception.
Before filming even started, the scene smelled of gunpowder among several businessmen.
"I'll pay fifty thousand!"
"Eighty thousand!"
"I have one hundred thousand."
"One hundred and fifty thousand!"
The word "mayor" obviously has a different meaning. Just now, a painting by the famous calligrapher and painter only sold for 200,000 yuan. In just one minute, the price of "mayor Zhong" has soared to 350,000 yuan. This is the mayor's face. Well, in fact, if I don’t know who wrote it, it would be good to sell it for 500 yuan.
Dong Xuebin said: "It's 350,000 now. Didn't you say it's best not to bid higher than the municipal party secretary?"
"Haha, that depends on the situation." Xie Huilan stretched out her hand slightly, "Three hundred and sixty thousand!"
As soon as Xie Huilan made her move, many people looked at her. Many businessmen were a little surprised when they saw that the deputy mayor had given such a high price. Three hundred and sixty thousand? If you were a state cadre, how many years' salary would you get? So seeing this, many businessmen still have their eyes on them. How can they compete with their peers? With Mayor Xie? Then forget it, since people have made a bid, this face must be given, otherwise they will offend others.
Mayor Zhong glanced at Xie Huilan with a smile.
Three hundred and sixty thousand for an ordinary calligraphy is already a sky-high price.
But many businessmen have given up competition, but there is one exception, and that is Seinfeld.
Seinfeld didn't think twice and said directly: "Four hundred thousand!"
Xie Huilan looked at him, "Four hundred and thirty thousand!"
"Half a million!" Seinfeld offered another sky-high price, looking like he was bound to win.
The atmosphere became tense all of a sudden. Everyone frowned and looked at Seinfeld, thinking, "You are so full that you have nothing to do?" Mayor Xie has already set a price, but you still follow suit? Isn’t this too disrespectful? This is originally a charity event, does it need to be so serious
But Song Fei had his own ideas. He was a businessman who made building materials and did a lot of business with the South. This time he came to Beifang to develop the market. He urgently needed an entry point and an opportunity. Although he stopped him from doing earthquake reconstruction He worked on several projects, but Song Fei also felt that it was not enough. He is the kind of person who likes gambling. He heard that Secretary Wan seemed to have conflicts with Xie Huilan and Dong Xuebin, so Song Fei had some ideas. If he can come out on top, he will not only please the mayor, but also win the favor of Secretary Wan of the Municipal Party Committee because he ditched Xie Huilan. This is simply killing two birds with one stone. As for Yang Zhaode, the temporary What are the positions of the city's mayor and deputy mayor Xie Huilan? Seinfei didn't take it seriously at all. With the relationship between the municipal party secretary and the mayor, I still care about you, a deputy mayor? What's more, I am mainly developing with Fenzhou City now, why do I care about you as a temporary mayor? Seinfeld felt that none of this had anything to do with him. All he had to do was win over the local first and second leaders.
So Song Fei made a firm bid without giving Xie Huilan any face.
The focus of the audience immediately focused on the two of them.
Xie Huilan narrowed her eyes and said: "Five hundred and twenty thousand!"
Seinfeld said rudely: "Five hundred and fifty thousand!"
At this point, the smell of gunpowder was so strong that everyone fell silent.
The beautiful host also felt the tense atmosphere and said: "Boss Song's 550,000... is there anyone who bids?" She was like an auctioneer.
Dong Xuebin's face darkened, "Who is this person?"
Xie Huilan said: "It seems to be a businessman engaged in building materials, five hundred and fifty thousand? He really dares to bid."
This is not one of the top charity associations in the country. The people here are ordinary businessmen who are doing business in the city. It is considered good to pay hundreds of thousands, so the price of 550,000 is really a bit high, and It was a naked slap in Huilan's face.
Dong Xuebin whispered: "Is this person too ignorant of praise?"
Xie Huilan smiled and said, "If he likes it, let him."
"Let him? Nonsense!" Dong Xuebin said angrily: "This is face! No one can let him fucking!"
Xie Huilan was happy, "You're a fool again, aren't you? Okay, forget it if you can't buy it."
"Forget it!" If it were Dong Xuebin himself, that would be fine, but the one Seinfeld didn't give face to was his own wife, so how could Dong Xuebin endure it
You dare to rob my wife
Go to hell!
Just when the beautiful host was about to announce the ownership of the calligraphy, and when Seinfeld showed a smile, Dong Xuebin said loudly: "One million!"
The whole place was in an uproar!
one million? Crazy?
Xie Huilan shook her head helplessly, but didn't say anything.
Song Fei frowned and looked at Dong Xuebin and his wife, and said firmly: "One million and two hundred thousand!"
But before everyone could be surprised, Dong Xuebin shouted directly: "Two million!"
Seinfeld also became popular, "...two million and one million!"
Dong Xuebin didn't even hesitate, "Three million!"
Seinfeld is a plus of 12,000, and Dong Xuebin is a plus of 1 million to 1 million. You can tell the difference between high and low.
Seinfei was choked immediately, the words stuck in his throat, and he still didn't bid again for a long time, three million? paralysis! Are you fucking crazy? Song Fei almost cursed, aren't you a state cadre? three million? How come you are richer than me? What kind of fucking state cadre are you? Of course he didn't make any more bids. How much money could he make from one transaction? three million? This has exceeded his bottom line!
In the end, this painting was sold for three million!
Dong Xuebin smiled and went up to get the words with Xie Huilan.
Everyone, you look at me and I look at you, and they all inhale frequently.
Only the leading cadres of Fenzhou City were not surprised at all. Instead, they looked at Sein Fei with a strange look, and they were all a little speechless.
Are you really good enough to challenge the God of Plague without asking any questions
Dong Xuebin’s wealth disclosure is only 100 million, and it’s still cash. No matter how rich you are, no matter how many hundreds of millions you have in assets, they are still bank loans and fixed assets. But Dong Xuebin can easily take out 100 million in cash, let alone Three million, even 30 million people can afford it! How do you compare with others
So sick!
You have nothing to do. Why are you challenging him