Chapter 90

"Ha ha ha—" No one knew who laughed first, breaking the silence on the scene, followed by the disdainful and gossiping voices of the wealthy businessmen in the audience.

"Where did this kid come from? Does someone like him even deserve to attend tonight's charity gala?"

"Five hundred yuan? Does he really have the nerve to take it out? Does he really think he’s giving alms to beggars?"

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All kinds of harsh words spewed from the mouths of these wealthy businessmen. Not far away, Zhao Wanting looked at Ye Chen on the stage with a worried expression. Beside her, Bai Xueling frowned slightly. What was Ye Chen up to? The Ye family was, after all, a top-tier family in the capital! As the legitimate grandson of the Ye family, would Ye Chen be short of money?

After Zhao Qihua whispered a few words in Fang Nanxiang's ear, Fang Nanxiang walked toward the front of the stage. But just at that moment, Xie Panan spoke up. Wasn't this exactly what he wanted to see?

A smug smile appeared on his lips as he loudly said, "So, this gentleman doesn't have any money at all! Why did you even bother to donate? Aren't you just embarrassing yourself? Why don't you go home and earn more money for a few years? Do you want me to introduce you to a job?"

As Xie Panan's words became more and more outrageous, Zhao Qihua could no longer hold back. He didn't want to upset the divine doctor Ye Chen. Just as he was about to shout, Ye Chen on the stage spoke.

Ye Chen cleared his throat, his expression unchanged. He casually took the microphone from the male host and spoke in a magnetic voice, "Everyone, please be quiet."

Sure enough, the murmurs in the audience instantly vanished. However, this wasn't because the wealthy businessmen were obedient, but because Ye Chen's voice contained a soul force that could momentarily stun these ordinary people.

"Is the five hundred yuan I donated not money? You rich people talk about donating money, but aren't you just trying to get a good reputation? If you really like doing good deeds, why don't you donate anonymously to a charity organization? You all are hypocrites, speaking more smoothly than anyone, but in reality, you are extremely pretentious."

Ye Chen's powerful speech undoubtedly hit the soft spots of these wealthy businessmen, making their faces turn red and their necks swell. Even Zhao Qihua's face turned slightly red. He knew that what Ye Chen said was the truth.

However, many of the wealthy businessmen in the audience were not convinced. They were all prominent figures in Tianhai. Why should they listen to a poor kid like Ye Chen? Just as someone was about to speak up to stop him, Ye Chen continued, "Doing good deeds should be done within one's means. I only have five hundred yuan on me right now. Even if I only had a single coin, I would have taken it out without hesitation, because doing good deeds is not shameful."

Ye Chen jumped off the stage and walked straight to Xie Panan, saying, "Just like this gentleman, don't be fooled by his appearance. The reason he tried so hard to bid for that jade necklace was to please a woman. Did he ever think about doing good deeds? This completely goes against the true meaning of charity. Such charity cannot be called charity at all."

Xie Panan was publicly humiliated by Ye Chen, and his expression gradually turned sinister. When had he ever been humiliated like this in Tianhai? Moreover, the Xie family was one of the organizers of tonight's charity gala. It was just that Xie Panan's father had some temporary matters and didn't attend tonight.

"Good, well said! This is the true meaning of charity!" A man in his sixties or seventies walked out from the crowd. His face, covered in wrinkles, was flushed, clearly moved by Ye Chen's words.

For Ye Chen, impromptu speeches were not a problem. After all, he was a versatile talent trained by the state five hundred years in the future, adept at handling various situations.

The man's name was Zou Zedong, the director of Tianhai People's Hospital. Of course, he had another intimidating identity—he was the father of the Party Secretary of Tianhai. Who in the audience dared to offend him? Many of the wealthy businessmen who were originally angry at Ye Chen shut their mouths, afraid of angering the old man. The Party Secretary was known for being a filial son!

This time, even Xie Panan kept his mouth shut, his dark eyes fixed on Ye Chen's face, as if trying to etch Ye Chen's appearance into his memory.

Of course, Ye Chen didn't take Xie Panan seriously. He could deal with someone like him whenever he wanted.

"Have you all heard? Don't think you're great just because you have a bit of money. Good deeds are not done the way you do them. The charity world is really being messed up by people like you." Zou Zedong sternly scolded.

Speaking of Zou Zedong's youth, he was also a poor and unfortunate person, having suffered no shortage of contempt from others. He worked hard to become the director of Tianhai People's Hospital. Fortunately, his son was also very ambitious, and there were few people in Tianhai who dared to offend the old man.

"Little brother, you, you, you—" Just as Zou Zedong turned to ask Ye Chen's name, he suddenly started panting heavily and fainted to the ground.

Ye Chen's eyes widened. Was this old man exaggerating? Did he faint from excitement?

Of course, many people in the audience knew that Zou Zedong had a history of sudden heart attacks. It was possible that the excitement had caused his heart to stop beating.

All eyes in the audience immediately turned to Ye Chen. They were all shrewd businessmen and had already planned to push all the responsibility onto Ye Chen.

"Ha ha ha—" Xie Panan laughed sinisterly and said, "Do you know who this old man is? He is the father of the Party Secretary. It's all because of you that he had a heart attack. You're going to jail!"

Whenever Zou Zedong went out, his son always arranged for a doctor to accompany him. The doctor was already examining the old man, performing some emergency measures. However, the old man showed no reaction, his heart did not resume beating, and his face became even more pale.

"Quick, take him to the hospital, quick, take him to the hospital." The doctor hurriedly said. He estimated that even if they took him to the hospital, there was little hope. However, given Zou Zedong's status, this formality had to be followed.

Ye Chen could also see that, with the current medical standards, Zou Zedong was sure to meet the King of Hell. It seemed he would have to take action again. Besides, the old man had just stood up for him. He didn't dislike the old man, so it was only right to save him.