Everyone fell silent, very silent, because no one could answer this question.
Chen Yuyang laughed and said: "Actually, I don't know either, but let me tell everyone a story! There was a scholar who wanted to be a charity, but he did it with a passion. Why? Because he bought two thousand books and sent it to the Shanghai Civil Workers School, but was kicked out in the end. The school principal enthusiastically told him, "Other than the lack of money, we don't lack anything here!"
Everyone was puzzled, not knowing what this enigmatic general wanted to say. Even Lin Jia Hua was puzzled. This young man was too bizarre. But as he listened, he suddenly understood something.
Charity is not something that only the rich can do, nor is it something that only a dedicated foundation can do. Actually, everyone could do it. It was not a big matter, but a small matter in life. To do charity, you first have to be grateful to your life. When you meet a disabled person on the road, you voluntarily give way. This is a type of charity. When you see a muddy migrant worker, you nod to him in respect and respect for his work, which is also a charity.
Again, I just want to say that philanthropy has nothing to do with wealth, everything to do with life, and everything to do with life, and everything to do with it. As for how much wealth could help people in their material lives, that was always secondary.
I can tell you that someone wanted to adopt some orphans after the Southwest Earthquake. However, people called him a fool. In his dreams. Why? The orphans had to be adopted by the immediate family, or by the side family, before it was their turn to be unrelated. It is undeniable that those who wish to adopt orphans have a charitable heart, but they are powerless.
Because the government's annual allowance for these orphans was already enough to support a family, who would be willing to let go of this piece of fat? If one day, once the government was out of subsidies, would anyone be willing to adopt them? Those who are willing to adopt them are called charities! "
"Maybe I'm complaining, but I think philanthropy has nothing to do with wealth, with life and humanity. This point seemed to become more and more lacking in society. Everyone who is seated is a wealthy man of the upper class. You don't care about this small amount of money. You can just throw your money on the ground and give it to those beggars with a disdainful look, but I'll tell you, it's not charity, because you haven't started to respect every life, including those beggars.
The reward and the charity are not the same thing! "
Chen Yuyang's voice became more and more serious, and everyone's minds became heavier and heavier, as though this young man's words were very reasonable, extremely reasonable, and had an unquestionable force behind it.
This charity ceremony was indeed in person. Chen Yuyang did not really like it. However, he still sat down here. The next scene was to simply take out Lin Ruo's little gadgets and auction them off, then donate all the money he had auctioned off to the Foundation.
This kind of formalism is not uncommon. In China's country, formalism was rampant. Every year, China would become more powerful. In the field of sports, the gold medal was growing more and more, but the national population was still in a sub-healthy state. This was formalism.
Someone once said that the Olympic Games is a time when a group of people who need sports are on stage watching some people who don't need sports playing their lives on the ground. This was clearly a structural error in the framework, but it was already deeply ingrained. It was difficult to erase, so it could only continue to develop like this.
Because of Chen Yuyang's sudden appearance, the entire venue had started to become very quiet and beautiful. No one dared to cause trouble here, nor did they think to cause trouble here, so everyone was very obedient.
Ye Siqi waved his wine cup continuously, and beside him, a group of directors were standing there respectfully. The development of Qi Yang Media, was indeed not just about bragging, he seemed to represent some kind of great figure's voice from a side, so these directors who had their throats choked needed nothing but respect.
Even Zhang Yimou was no exception. He had suffered at the hands of Chen Yuyang, he was very clear on what kind of rights that man had, as long as he said that, he himself would not have any place to stand at home. In such a situation, the only person who could understand the relationship between Chen Yuyang and Ye Siqi would probably only be Zhang Yimou.
Director Zhang very respectfully poured wine for Ye Siqi, then said with a smile: "Young Master Ye, how was that movie of mine?"
Ye Siqi patted his shoulder and said: "You can rest assured, that movie is still okay, I have already invested more, but I am not satisfied with the cast of the cast, money is not a problem, I need my investment to have returns, do you understand what I mean?"
"Understood, understood! As long as Young Master Ye nods, that's good! "
Spielberg, who was standing at the side, also pulled on Ye Siqi and said cordially, "Ye, I want to invite that Miss Lin to Hollywood to develop. You are familiar with the Lin Family, I hope you can help me!"
Ye Siqi laughed: "It's not that I don't want to help you, but you saw it yourself. In China, if you want her to go to Hollywood, you have to ask her godfather first if he agrees! "
As he spoke, Ye Siqi looked at Chen Yuyang, who was giggling with Lin Ruo not too far away. Lin Ruo was smiling so much that his face bloomed, and he said: "Father, are you really a zither, chess, calligraphy and painting artist?"
"Any objections?" Chen Yuyang laughed.
"I just can't believe it. Dad once said that a person's energy is limited. How can they develop in so many areas?" I don't believe it! " Lin Ruo pouted, as if he wanted to make Chen Yuyang look bad.
"Then how can you believe it?" Chen Yuyang asked.
"Unless you can play a song in front of everyone!" Lin Ruo laughed.
Chen Yuyang slightly nodded, and said after being silent for a while: "Alright! "As you wish!"
In such a Western gathering, there would naturally not be any zither playing in the East, but Chen Yuyang was still involved with the matter of the piano. When they were young, they were forced by their own mother to learn a little, and the two walked leisurely to the side of the piano.
Chen Yuyang stroked his clothes and sat down, one melodious tune after another began to sound out, causing everyone to be dazzled. A single path, another path, this was not something that would cause anyone to be surprised. With regards to the sound, Chen Yuyang had accumulated ten generations of cultivation, so he naturally had some comprehension towards it.
The same was true for the zither and for the piano. However, Chen Yuyang's nature dictated that the tune he would play would never be an ordinary tune, it would always be the impassioned iron macingo, a song of war. It would seem that this tune would carry the valiant winds of the desert.
The people who heard this felt their blood boil. It was a surging wave that came from the depths of their bones.
The notes passed between his fingers one by one, leaving behind the sound of the hooves of the horses as they fought in the hearts of the people. That feeling was unusually exciting, making it hard for people to sleep.
herself seemed to be sitting quietly inside as well. Streams of white light flashed out from the ivory piano, and one piece after another shot into the hearts of the people., who was not far away, frowned and said, "What a bloody tune!"
However, Ye Siqi understood Chen Yuyang better, and thought to himself: "Ol 'Three is still a soldier, a soldier ah!"
Indeed, no matter how it was, no matter how proficient one was in the art of zither, chess, calligraphy, or drawing, no matter how learned one was, no matter how learned one was, in the end, Chen Yuyang was still an iron-blooded soldier. Once this smell was activated, it would definitely be a type of metallic hoof.
Everyone in the crowd seemed to have their eyes gathered on Chen Yuyang, there was shock in their eyes, there was puzzlement, doubt, and even praise. Even the pianist standing beside Chen Yuyang started to mutter to himself, "Iron Blood Xiong Feng, President Chen is indeed a genius!"
This night, no one knew how Chen Yuyang behaved, but many noble women and young ladies were already etched in their hearts. With such an intoxicated expression, they were incomparably focused, and with their handsome face, they instantly became the princes of all the women. Their hearts were their idols, and they continuously shouted out Chen Yuyang's name, as if they had never heard of such a passionate bloodline in all their lives.
However, at this moment, a discordant voice sounded out. Bang! Bang! Bang! It was the sound of gunfire. The sharp sound of gunfire seemed to have cut across the sky as it whistled over. Everyone's thoughts were pulled back from the beautiful performance. All that remained of the God of Heaven was a scream, a scream, and a hint of hysteria.
But Chen Yuyang didn't seem to hear it, it was the same, he was still immersed in the battle atmosphere, the music continued to reverberate in the sky.
The coming-of-age ceremony of a famous celebrity, the farce of a philanthropic relationship, turned into a farce in the end. The gunshots and the rapid firing of bullets caused the entire philanthropic relationship to turn into a funeral.
As for these upper class people, the well-dressed men and the loose women, the moment when their lives were in contact with each other, the most volatile situation occurred and everyone started panicking.
The entire venue was still filled with Chen Yuyang, the Ye Family brothers, the Old Man Dongfang, and Lin Ruo, who was standing beside him. There was some suspicion on their faces, but it was still not as free and easy as Chen Yuyang's.
Lin Jia Hua looked at Chen Yuyang in surprise and thought: This guy has an unrivalled demeanor.
However, Lin Jia Hua could not understand why. Who was the one who actually arranged this? The people that were stationed outside could be said to be part of an inescapable net, and there was actually someone who could break through the security guards and rush in. There seemed to be quite a number of people, so who had the guts to do such a thing?
At the side, Old Man Dongfang looked at Lin Jia Hua and laughed, "Little Lin, can you not understand?"
Lin Jia Hua nodded, bowed and said: "Please enlighten me, Old Master Dongfang. What's wrong with this!"
"What problem?" Dong Fang Zheng Xiong pinched his chin and thought for a moment: "Xiao Lin, Shang Hai is a place with strict security. To be able to come and go so freely, they must be some top class figures in the world. It doesn't seem logical for such a team to appear in Shang Hai, or else they are here for this charity, or for money, or for people. But I just don't quite understand how they knew. "