Huayu: Starting from Fahrenheit

Chapter 326 The Prodigal Son Wang Jie
"This Japanese woman is so annoying, how could she make such a request?"

"Exactly, this request is just ridiculous."

"They even had dinner together, she clearly just wanted to..."

"Do they really think they're so great just because they have money?"

Wang Xiaohua and the others sitting in the audience were also furious.

They are all fans of Wu Zhuo and can't stand this kind of request.

This is clearly a case of using money to coerce Wu Zhuo.

"Let's see how she responds! Wu Zhuo has already made it clear that he disagrees."

Everyone's eyes were on the Japanese woman, wondering what other tricks she was up to.

The Japanese woman over there naturally heard Wu Zhuo's remarks.

She paused for a moment, somewhat regretfully, before looking at Wu Zhuo and speaking:
"じゃあ,キス is 4000 million yen per time."

Everyone looked at Wu Zhuo, wanting to hear his translation.

But Wu Zhuo just smiled bitterly.

Finally, a translator who understood Japanese appeared in the crowd:

"This Japanese woman is really good at causing trouble. She said she would donate 40 million yen, but she wants Wu Zhuo to kiss her."

The translation quickly spread among the crowd.

"Damn, how could this happen?!"

"Wu Zhuo absolutely cannot agree to this!"

"How could I refuse? Forty million yen is close to four million Hong Kong dollars. If someone gave me that much money to kiss them, I would be 400% willing."

"Although it's still unreasonable, it's much better than the previous request."

This time, although many fans still disagreed, there were significantly fewer of them.

We are not all stupid.

Today's charity performance was a fundraising event, and raising 400 million yuan through a single kiss was an extraordinary achievement.

Many celebrities would like this, but probably no wealthy person would be willing.

As some rational fans think.

Wu Zhuo agreed to the request.

This request is actually not excessive.

A kiss for 400 million is, frankly, an astronomical price.

You won't find a kiss more valuable than Wu Zhuo's anywhere in the world.

Some might say that Wu Zhuo has no shame when it comes to money.

But in reality, for Wu Zhuo, what does a little face matter if he can raise more disaster relief funds?

Indeed, Wu Zhuo himself wanted the money.

If you really think about it, HK$400 million is just a small amount for him; he earns more than that from releasing a single these days.

But how much money does Wu Zhuo have?
Even if he is now a billionaire, how much can he donate by himself?
He can't just give it all away because he's starving!
Instead, we should encourage those who didn't originally intend to donate to donate, so that little by little they can contribute more – that's the right thing to do.

So, after the Japanese woman changed her demands, he immediately agreed.

He stepped off the stage and walked to the audience seats.

He kissed the Japanese woman on the cheek in front of more than 50,000 spectators and countless people watching on television.

"Thank you for your donation, and thank you very much for your support."

After the kiss ended, Wu Zhuo shook hands with her and expressed his gratitude for her actions.

Perhaps this woman has impure intentions.

But it cannot be denied that they did indeed donate a lot of money.

HK$400 million, if sent to the disaster area, could help many people rebuild their homes.

Furthermore, it must be said that this woman's actions, to some extent, were an attempt to encourage people to donate money.

After all, even a Japanese person is willing to donate millions.

People from other countries can't be outdone by them in a time like this, can they?
Indeed, after this woman's bizarre actions, the donation frenzy reached a peak.

Many wealthy people who had previously donated once, but in small amounts, felt their pride was hurt after seeing the Japanese woman's actions and immediately began a new round of donations.

Meanwhile, many people outside were watching the live stream of this star-studded charity performance.

They are found in Singapore, Taiwan, and other places.

Seeing that even a Japanese person donated so much, many ordinary viewers couldn't sit still.

Many people called the donation hotline to express their willingness to donate.

"I'll donate two hundred!"

“I’ll donate a thousand.”

……

Wu Zhuo and other celebrities present at the event were unaware that many people overseas who watched the live stream were now donating money.

He was being teased at that moment.

"Wow! Chau-zai, that kiss of yours is worth a fortune!"

"Exactly, four million, tsk, if someone gave me four million to sleep with her for one night, I'd be willing."

"That's too much, watch your words!"

"Haha, Ah-Zhao, you should have agreed to have dinner with her earlier. Maybe she just really wanted to have dinner with you."

Who are the people making fun of Wu Zhuo?
Jackie Chan, Andy Lau, Jacky Cheung, Jay Chou, and others.

These guys, taking advantage of their age, speak incredibly rudely.

Wu Zhuo rolled his eyes at this, and decided to avoid the attention and go to a corner to rest.

"You sing well!"

I had just sat down when I heard a voice next to me that sounded unfamiliar.

Wu Zhuo turned around and looked on in surprise.

"Brother Jie? When did you..."

"I just arrived. No one invited me, so I had to come by myself, but it seems like they don't really need me here."

The person sitting in the corner was none other than Wang Jie, the playboy who was incredibly popular in the 1990s and practically led an era.

Compared to the arrogant and dashing Wang Jie of the 1990s, he is much fatter now.

More importantly, his voice has become hoarse and is no longer the heavenly voice it once was.

"I'm so sorry, I don't have your contact information here, Brother Jie!"

Wu Zhuo apologized very sincerely.

He genuinely did not know Wang Jie's contact information.

Given that Wang Jie has kept a low profile in recent years, Wu Zhuo didn't even think of inviting him.

"It's okay, this is reality! The strong get stronger, and the weak get weaker."

Wang Jie smiled and then said:

“I had originally planned to leave, but after seeing what you did for the donation, I felt that no matter how bad things are for me now, I should still make some contribution to the country.”

I heard you're the initiator. If possible, how about arranging a stage for me?
Of course, if it's inconvenient, then forget it.

Wang Jie's tone sounded very calm.

But for some reason, Wu Zhuo felt a pang of sadness welling up inside him.

Who is this person in front of me?

That's Wang Jie, the man who ushered in the era of idols in the Chinese music scene in the late 1980s, forcing the Hong Kong music scene to form its own Four Heavenly Kings to compete with him and prevent him from taking away the market.

This was once a figure of immense prestige, hailed as one of the Four Heavenly Kings of Taiwan, alongside Emil Chau, Chyi Chin, and Tong Ange.

If there were a Hall of Fame in the music industry, he would definitely be on the list.

Now, it's gotten to the point where I need to ask someone for help to arrange even a free charity performance featuring a group of Hong Kong and Taiwanese artists.

Perhaps, this is partly due to his own unsociable nature and isolation.

But seeing a singer he once admired fall to this state, Wu Zhuo couldn't help but feel a little sad.

"Brother Jie, you're joking. You're the free spirit Wang Jie, and I think many viewers will be pleasantly surprised by your appearance."

"Wait a moment, I'll go arrange it for you."

(End of this chapter)