"No tears until the coffin is seen."
"The heart does not die until it reaches the Yellow River."
"Alright, since you still refuse to admit defeat, let me make you utterly convinced."
He Wenbin clenched his teeth and shouted loudly, "The donation begins!"
At his command.
The area around his donation box became lively immediately.
These wealthy folks, either with cash or cashier's checks, walked by ostentatiously—in front of them, of course, were arrays of cameras, flashing away.
"Tu Lin Trade, one hundred thousand..."
"Fu Da Hao Supermarket, one hundred thousand..."
"Wan Xi Media, eighty thousand..."
"Gao Pin Clothing Factory, one hundred and twenty thousand..."
After each donation, He Wenbin's secretary would record it and shout loudly.
Each announcement added a smile to He Wenbin's face. Though each donation wasn't large, many ants can move an elephant. With this crowd, there would at least be three or four million.
Halfway through the donation period.
