The guests were speculating in the audience.

With everyone's anticipation, Ye Fan smiled indifferently and slowly spoke: "I donate five million."

As soon as the words came out, the audience was in an uproar.

Zhang Xiaokun was even more shocked, as if he was hit by five thunder.

Didn’t Ye Fan be so down and become a security guard? How could he have so much money?

If the surname Ye donates five million, then he will have to donate a hundred times the number.

Five hundred million!

My own company is only more than one billion!

I originally wanted to see Ye Fan make a fool of himself, but I didn't expect that I dug a huge pit for myself.

Zhang Xiaokun wants to die!

The surname Ye, how dare you play with me!

Zhang Xiaokun asked in a trembling voice: "Do you donate yen or Korean won?"

Because compared to Huaxia coins, the above two are not very valuable.

Ye Fan smiled and said, "Of course it's the Chinese currency."

The female host was also surprised and couldn't help but kiss Ye Fan on the cheek in public, exclaiming: "I knew you were joking just now, handsome guy, thank you for creating surprises for everyone."

"He is really a security guard, I'll testify."

Lin Baoer stood up.

Everyone's eyes were frozen on her, and she had never had such a tacit understanding.

The female host was stunned again and gave Ye Fan another fragrant kiss, and almost cried out excitedly: "Even an ordinary security guard can donate his life's savings. What reason do we have to complain that we donated too much? Compared with this gentleman, what we donated is too small. Please give him the warmest applause."

Thunderous applause rang out from the audience.

To be honest, most of the people present just now were waiting to watch Ye Fan make jokes, but they didn't expect that when they took action lightly, they would be five million, which made many rich people feel ashamed because many of them were entrepreneurial bosses, but they donated a hundred and eight hundred thousand yuan. Compared with Ye Fan, the difference in both the amount and the courage is too big.

A hint of anger flashed through Zhang Xiaokun's eyes: "My surname is Ye, you have so much money, why don't you tell me?"

His words were immediately dissatisfied by the dissatisfaction of the people around him.

"Mr. Zhang, how much money does he have is personal privacy, there is no need to tell you."

"Yes, you shouldn't be fooled and donate."

The female host said, "Young Master Zhang, it's your turn to donate."

Zhang Xiaokun dragged his legs step by step towards the stage, and his emotions such as anger, annoyance, and fire rushing into his heart.

"Mr. Zhang, according to your previous promise, you will donate 500 million yuan, that's right."

"No...yes."

"Young Master Zhang, are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?"

When the female host saw Zhang Xiaokun's face turned gray, she couldn't help but care.

A smile appeared on Zhang Xiaokun's face: "I got a stomachache before I came, it's okay."

He has a card on him, which has 500 million yuan in it, but if it is donated, there will inevitably be problems with the group's capital turnover.
Chapter completed!