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Chapter 253 I sell hope, understand the applause

Sure enough, the first half of the banquet was spent on performances by various stars.

Most of them were Cantonese celebrities whom Weidong didn't recognize. They had obvious traces of an opera troupe and sang some songs from the old times in a humming voice. They sounded pretty good, but he could basically not understand them.

Most of the people below were just enjoying and listening, and only Weidong and his friends were busy feasting.

At this point, people don’t come here just for the meal.

Only these guys had some snacks while choosing clothes and missed their meal so they were a little hungry.

Moreover, because Weidong was so absorbed in eating, everyone followed suit without hesitation.

But Shen Cuiyue also started to complain that the food was not very good. Wu Shengyun nodded in agreement and asked Weidong to tell them to speak more quietly. It was good enough that they were eating other people's food, but he did not stop them.

Chi Shiming's respect for him was shattered, and he also joined in sharing the big lobster on the table.

This made the classmates at the same table look down on me.

Until a young man with long hair came up with a guitar and sang leisurely.

Although he had never been to KTV and had never focused on singing Cantonese songs, Weidong still listened to a lot of them, especially the opening line: "People should become dreams..."

It seemed to touch his thoughts.

Listen carefully: "In the dream, the sun shines brightly, and the spring breeze brings joy..."

Perhaps I understand that in dreams, there is no distinction between east and west. I feel happy for a moment, but then I sing "Life is a dream..."

The smell seemed to be knocking on his dreamlike state of rebirth.

Seeing that Chi Shiming had put down his knife, fork and chopsticks and was concentrating on the stage, I didn't disturb him from listening to the music and played some music myself.

Chi Shiming looked at him and explained softly: "Ah Sam, it's very popular in HK. The song is called Genius Idiot Dream, Nan Ke Long Dream, the dream disappears without a trace.

Drunkard wakes up
Whether to ride a phoenix and a dragon
Every talent created by God has its use
Spread your wings and fly high, no need to dream
Why bother looking for dreams, in which all the sweetness and bitterness are empty

I advise you to cherish this moment
I should be very happy
Why bother looking for dreams..."

Just a few words, no high notes, no ups and downs, just a plain and calm narration, but it was like a heavy hammer hitting Weidong's heart.

Seeing the applause after the other person finished singing, he also clapped: "It sounds good, good song."

There was also no arrogance or noise to attract attention, just expressing one's own opinions to friends.

Next, a beautiful curly-haired girl took the stage, immediately drawing enthusiastic applause. He lowered his head and continued eating, casually commenting to Shen Lao San: "She looks a bit like you."

Shen Cuiyue was a bit presumptuous now, even daring to look around with disdainful eyes: "This is the most despicable actor!"

You're a liar, and you still feel superior.

This made Wei Dong laugh again, and Feng Chu was anxious because he could see that there was something indescribable flowing between the two of them.

Fortunately, after the girl finished singing, she was given flowers and welcomed to her seat. The emcee took the microphone and started the charity auction.

Dong Xueqing's heart immediately jumped into her throat: "Is our camera okay? Do you want us to buy it ourselves?"

Let Weidong be like saying to a child: "Stay calm, life is a dream..."

He even sang, it was really easy.

So Mo Ming's friends all had full confidence in him.

Sure enough, among the pile of jewelry, toys, trophies and souvenirs brought up on a cart covered with a tablecloth, the black square camera was particularly eye-catching.

The emcee, who could see the quality of the jewelry up close, didn't want to bother with anything else. He first picked out a few expensive pieces of jewelry from established tycoons to create a warm and thoughtful atmosphere.

The owner would first explain the origin and name of the item, how much he loved collecting it, but was reluctant to give it up for charity.

Some people are humorous and even joke that everyone should spend more money to buy this...

As a result, tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of yuan appeared easily. A gold hairpin with pearls was even bid up to one million yuan!

Won the applause of the audience.

There are about 20 to 30 tables in total. The tables in the front row are occupied by Hong Kong's top wealthy families, occasionally with a few young descendants, who are all beloved heirs. The back two or three rows are mostly occupied by middle-aged and young people.

They were the ones who cheered the most, some even boldly joining in the fun by shouting out prices, and looked back at those in the front row with gratitude and bowed.

The tables in the last two or three rows actually look more like those in the surrounding Southeast Asia or countryside, and are all for business partners and friends from other places.

Old Third Shen was quite sharp-eyed and noticed that someone at the next table had just put a large gold chain in, which was of quite good quality.

So when this gold chain was auctioned, it attracted a rare attention. A wealthy businessman from Malaysia jokingly said that he was honored to have the opportunity to participate in Hong Kong charity and that things worth hundreds of thousands of Hong Kong dollars were nothing to worry about. In the end, he bought it back himself for two million, which won applause from the audience.

This is called decency.

It means paying for an admission ticket.

The Jianghu girls all straightened their backs and said, "Let me take the lead."

Weidong reached out and flicked her head: "You know shit!" Perhaps it was this gesture that caught the attention of the wealthy old men in the front row who happened to look back. Someone pointed at the camera and asked: "Whose is that, and how much is it worth?"

The emcee immediately followed suit and picked up the camera to confirm that everything was correct. A graceful woman in a cheongsam was wearing long-sleeved white silk gloves and holding it in her palm to show it.

The emcee stretched out his voice, "A camera of unknown brand, handmade plastic casing, crude workmanship, probably the appearance of a toy. Estimated value... zero, gifted by Rang Weidong from Jiangzhou, mainland China!"

The tone of the pawnshop owner's assessment, when prolonged, seemed to prolong the execution process, like cutting with a blunt knife.

When the woman in cheongsam picked up the camera, there were a lot of chuckles from the audience, and when the comment came out, the whole audience burst into laughter.

We have some fun tonight.

Especially the word "mainland", which is full of ridicule and sarcasm.

They all made way to reveal the table.

Both Lao Gao and Director Tang felt extremely embarrassed. If they had known not to leave the donated items, they would have pretended not to see them and would not have been so embarrassed.

And this is a disgrace to the mainland.

The emcee added another stab: "Which mainland friend are you from? Can you explain your baby?"

There was another burst of laughter.

Manager Zhang took a deep breath and was about to stand up, but Wu Shengyun reached out and patted his leg. There was only disdain on his face, but his eyes were full of heat.

Because Weidong didn't care at all, he looked at Chi Shiming with a smile and said, "Come up with me?"

With that, he stood up and walked away in a carefree manner. Chi Shiming pinched his legs hard, as if that was the only way to stop shaking so much as he walked through the rows of round tables. Looking at the back of the man in front of him who was striding with his head held high and bowing to both sides frequently, his steps became more and more firm miraculously!

Let Weidong be really reckless.

When he was fighting with the butcher with a knife, he felt nervous and excited, but when he raised his hand to shoot and kill the robber, his hands were not so trembling.

When facing Lao Shi, he has been reborn and knows himself as a second-generation person. He is still a little cautious in front of his old leader and no longer cares about those people in Jiangzhou. It was not until he arrived at Pingjing for a meeting that he realized that people could be like this.

So now, facing a group of Hong Kong tycoons, who are still the same old people as forty years ago, why should he panic?

He reached out and took the camera from the not-so-good-looking woman in the cheongsam, and casually shifted the lever without putting it close to his face to frame the picture. He just took a picture pointing downwards, then shifted the lever again, raised his head back up, made a "yeah" gesture to include himself in the picture and put himself in the background behind him, and took a selfie.

Seeing him doing things on his own, some people started yelling at him, but Weidong couldn't understand their Cantonese.

He stood still and demonstrated, "This camera was made by a military factory that once lurked deep in the mountains. Their main business was making scopes for cannons, the kind that could blow up this building with a single shot!"

His voice was not loud, and perhaps only the people at the first two rows of tables could hear it clearly.

Chi Shiming took the microphone and translated into Cantonese. It was not so fluent or standard, but it was definitely clear.

The whole scene fell silent in an instant.

Is this a threat?
Someone else wanted to say something noisy.

But Weidong was showing off: "Then I asked them to make a cheap camera for 50 Hong Kong dollars each, and my team sold it throughout the mainland. From March after the Spring Festival to today, we have sold 600,000 units. I require these people to sell at least 1 million units next year in order to keep their jobs in the company..."

At least all the eyes in the front row were thoughtful.

No one spoke.

Everyone watched as the young man, holding up a fifty-Hong Kong dollar camera, spoke with unrestrained enthusiasm, listening to his increasingly composed Cantonese voice: "Please note, this contains a roll of Triumph brand color film. I promoted the production of the former First Film Factory of the Ministry of Chemical Industry. I aim to achieve annual sales of ten million rolls next year. Is there anyone here dealing in Kodak or Fuji film? Or do you know what it means to sell ten million rolls of film?"

As it turned out, someone in the middle row raised their hand and said, "Hong Kong's annual film consumption is about 12 million rolls, so it seems that the mainland market is not that great."

Weidong was shocked. Is it really that awesome? Hong Kong is just a tiny place, but it consumes 12 million films a year?

But he laughed heartily. "Thank you! Just one sentence helped me earn at least 10 million. Now I know that my pledge to sell 10 million cameras next year was a very easy goal to achieve. That statement also reveals that your vision is a bit... quite honest, isn't it? You have to understand that before I sold these millions of cameras, there weren't that many cameras in the entire mainland to consume film. And the core of this matter is precisely that Hong Kong is concentrated in selling film in this city. I want to sell film to 9.6 million square kilometers, dozens of provinces, cities, and autonomous regions. Which one is more difficult and has stronger potential?"

No matter how arrogant or contemptuous the wealthy people present are, the basic business rules are well known to everyone.

Only a huge market can bring huge wealth.

There isn't much meat on a mosquito's legs, but in Africa you can make a meat patty with 500,000 mosquitoes.

Some people want to shout "poor guy, what's the point in making money?", but when they think about it, so many people are listening, and it would seem very ignorant to shout like that.

No one said anything.

Let Weidong continue: "So, what I'm auctioning is not a camera, but a sales right. If you have any products, I can help you sell them in the mainland. You know, selling cameras is just a small part of my performance in the past six months. I can now sell 600,000 packs of sanitary napkins and 8,000 bottles of skin care products every day across the country, because they are just like cameras, the production is so damn limited!"

The atmosphere couldn't help but become noisy and lively!
Six hundred thousand packs of sanitary napkins every day is an unattainable achievement in Hong Kong. No matter how impressive you are, you won’t have so many relatives visiting you.

Does this prove that the huge market in mainland China has been launched?

What is even more exciting is the last few words: what limits sales is not consumption power or sales ability, but production capacity!

Almost all businessmen will subconsciously think, won’t I make a fortune if I open a factory?

Applause broke out instantly.

But more people can’t wait to ask loudly!
How can I do business in mainland China?
(End of this chapter)