new kung fu king

Chapter 202 Another upsurge
850 million Hong Kong dollars!
850 million Hong Kong dollars!Even Hu Zhangzhao couldn't believe the number he said. His hand holding the statistical list was trembling, and his heart was pounding, but this was written in black and white. He couldn't help but believe it. It took less than half an hour During the time, Wang Xiaohu's performance raised 150 million Hong Kong dollars for the victims!This young man has such a strong appeal and appeal.

Not only Hu Zhangzhao was surprised, Bruce Lee beside him also opened his mouth wide, not to mention Qi Xiaofu and other audiences, especially those who participated in the whole fundraising, they were very happy, because they felt that the money they gave was very worthwhile.

Among them is a middle-aged man who is particularly excited. He is Zhang Ruien, the only company in Hong Kong that produces nunchakus. Tonight, he planned to donate [-] Hong Kong dollars. After seeing Wang Xiaohu on the stage suddenly using a nunchaku, he was immediately overjoyed. This is definitely soliciting business for himself. Boss Zhang saw it in his eyes It wasn't a flying nunchuck, but a lot of flying banknotes. He felt that [-] Hong Kong dollars was too stingy, so he took out a check slip from his body and wrote down [-] Hong Kong dollars, and ran to the donation box and handed it to the staff.In Zhang Rui'en's view, this little money is a joy to hold and comfortable to throw away. Today, he threw out [-] yuan not only to do good deeds, but also to get a good fortune for himself.

"Thank you, thank you for your selfless dedication to the victims!" Wang Xiaohu was stunned for a long time. After he calmed down, he immediately bowed to the audience with Qi Xiaofu, which received a burst of endless applause.

After Wang Xiaohu left the stage, Hu Jinzhao said: "It is more than five o'clock in the morning, and our charity performance will enter the next stage: charity auction. The stars who will participate in the charity performance tonight will auction off their most precious items, and the highest bidder will win the auction." , the first one to come up for auction is."

The relief of this charity auction is very special. Most of the items auctioned are precious items of celebrities, famous Cantonese opera actors, or wealthy people present. It is not necessarily so precious that they are precious. At least when Wang Xiaohu came back from a rest in the background, the new horses were being auctioned on the stage. Shi Zeng’s broken earthenware pot for a performance just now, and the prop fan used by a certain actress are all cheap things, but everyone keeps raising their prices, selling them for hundreds or even thousands of Hong Kong dollars.

Anyway, this kind of charity auction is a matter of your choice, and at the same time, you can see how popular these "big names" are.

"The starting price for a piece of farmland in the New Territories is 2 yuan!" He Guanchang held up the auction registration form and said, "Nowadays in Hong Kong, every inch of land is expensive, and 2 yuan can get you a piece of farmland in the New Territories. It's a good deal. Is there any more money?" If it’s expensive, if it’s not there, I’ll take it myself, and I’ll offer 1000 yuan.”

"Twenty-five thousand!" "Sixty thousand!" "." Someone kept raising the price.

"Wow! The last number that Ms. Huang Katie came up with was 5000 yuan. Would you like to continue, sir?" He Guanchang pointed to a middle-aged uncle and said.The uncle stood up and waved his hand and said, "Okay, okay, then let her, I donate another 5000 yuan and forget it!" He took out a stack of Hong Kong dollars and walked up to the donation box.

He Guanchang exclaimed: "Hey, this is even greater! Everyone applauds and thank this gentleman!" (This is a real event of the June [-] rain disaster. Thanks to Brother Ivanyu from Hong Kong for his hard work on the Hong Kong video website for the disaster relief charity performance and the specific number. )
"Brother Xiaolong, don't you plan to shoot something you like?" Wang Xiaohu asked Bruce Lee not far away.

Bruce Lee shook his head and said, "You also know that I'm only interested in training equipment, these." He pointed to the auctioned items on the stage and said, "I have no use for them when I buy them back."

That’s right, when have you ever seen Bruce Lee’s home worshiping broken earthen jars? In addition to the various training subjects in his home, there are all kinds of weird weapons, and there are more books of all types. I heard that he has a collection of 2500 volumes, 90% All the books have been read by Bruce Lee, and even have detailed annotations.

"Hey, it seems that we have nothing to do, why don't we retreat!" Wang Xiaohu felt a little tired after tossing for more than half an hour, and suggested going back early to rest.

Bruce Lee nodded, and just as he was about to get up and leave, he heard bursts of applause from the audience. Sammo Hung hurriedly grabbed Wang Xiaohu's arm and said, "Ah Hu, wait a minute, Sister Baozhu wants to sell fried rice on the spot. I have to try to get a bowl to try." taste."

Sammo Hung squatted down again, staring straight at Chen Baozhu who was making fried rice on the stage, which made Wang Xiaohu very depressed: "Brother Sanmao, aren't you? Is a bowl of fried rice as delicious as our restaurant's?"

Sammo Hung kept his eyes on the stage, stuck out his tongue and licked his lips and said, "Ah Hu, you don't understand this, maybe this fried rice may not be as delicious as our restaurant's, but the person who cooks the fried rice is Miss Baozhu!"

"Hey, forget it." Wang Xiaohu suddenly sat down tiredly, looked up at the lights on the ceiling of the studio, after a while, he gradually fell asleep like this, and when he opened his eyes again, Sammo Hung was holding a bowl of After gnawing on the fried rice, Yuen Biao, Jackie Chan and others rushed to eat it, and the look of devouring it seemed to be back to the time when he was studying with Yu Zhanyuan. Wang Xiaohu couldn't laugh or cry. "How much did you pay for this bowl of fried rice?"

Sammo Hung chewed something in his mouth and said vaguely: "Five thousand!"

"I'm dizzy! 5000 yuan, uh, it's a contribution to the victims!" Wang Xiaohu rolled his eyes. He noticed that there were at least ten guys in the audience who ate fried rice like Sammo Hung. A bowl of fried rice cost 5000 yuan. Ten thousand yuan!After reading it, Sammo Hung had finished eating the fried rice, and was seriously licking the rice grains on the side of the bowl, not to mention how ugly it looked. "Are you finished eating? Let's go home and sleep after eating. I'm exhausted!"

"Hey~~ Wait, Ah Hu, look at what Xu Guanwen is holding in his hand, isn't it the nunchaku you used for the performance just now? Could it be that he wants to auction it?" Yuen Biao, who hadn't snatched up the fried rice, suddenly called out. The voice was very loud, and everyone around could hear it clearly, so he looked up, didn't he? Xu Guanwen held two nunchucks in his hand and said: "Next, what we are going to auction are the nunchucks used by Mr. Wang Xiaohu. Cudgel sticks start at two hundred Hong Kong dollars each!"

"Uh, two hundred, it's so expensive! The cost of this nunchaku seems to be less than 15 Hong Kong dollars!" Wang Xiaohu muttered to himself, "500 yuan is a sky-high price!"

But the intense reaction of the audience made Wang Xiaohu guess wrong.I heard a young man beside me stand up and say, "I'll pay one thousand!"

The one in the middle also stood up immediately: "I'll offer two thousand, don't compete with me!"

"Three thousand, don't rob me!"

"Five thousand!" "."

A group of young people stood up and raised the price loudly, as if one thousand Hong Kong dollars was nothing to them, and insisted on taking the nunchaku used by Wang Xiaohu as a collection.When the price exceeded 1 yuan, Wang Xiaohu thought it was almost the same, but those young people kept raising the price, and the price soared all the way, Wang Xiaohu was terrified when he heard it!
"2 yuan!" An uncle in the front row suddenly raised the price to tens of thousands. This kind of crazy behavior immediately made many young people withdraw from the competition. Xu Guanwen jumped out when he heard this number, holding a nunchaku in his hand Just shivering, mother, is this still wood? These are clearly four gold bars, but the auction is far from over, and another loud voice sounded from the background: "[-]!"

"Hiss~~" The middle-aged uncle in the front row turned his head and glared at that person fiercely. He gritted his teeth and gave up with a sigh. His son is also a fan of Bruce Lee and Wang Xiaohu, especially after "The Righteous Man" was released in Taiwan, his son's admiration for Wang Xiaohu has reached the level of obsession.Many times I begged myself to buy nunchakus at the specialty store in the phone center, and I was too busy with business. Today I saw that there was an auction of nunchakus, and it was Wang Xiaohu who used it on stage just now. Let yourself be fascinated, and then become a fan of Wang Xiaohu, and plan to buy one for yourself and one for your son. It is also a good idea to learn from Bruce Lee and his son, but someone is more ruthless than yourself, and even paid a sky-high price of [-]!
"Forget it, find time to buy a pair at a specialty store some other day! They are all lunatics!" The middle-aged uncle sat down depressed, and the cheerful man in the back row was about to go to the front to pay for the nunchaku, who knew he After walking less than two steps, a voice immediately called out: "Sixty thousand!"

Wang Xiaohu felt dizzy, whose family is this prodigal child?He followed the sound and almost fell over, that person was none other than his music mentor - Gu Jiahui! "Uncle Hui, what does the old man buy this kind of thing? Do you buy it back to make drumsticks to beat the drum set? Or use it as chopsticks? Who uses such thick and long chopsticks!" Wang Xiaohu wanted to run to Gu Jiahui immediately to ask what happened. .

"6 yuan, is there any higher price than what Mr. Gu Jiahui offered?" Xu Guanwen asked loudly, holding a nunchaku in one hand and a microphone in the other, looking at the audience.

"No one bids, right?" Xu Guanwen shouted three more times, feeling somewhat desolate that no one responded now, the outcry just now was so exciting, one after another, it made blood boil! "Okay, 6 yuan was sold, congratulations to Mr. Gu Jiahui!" Xu Guanwen took the lead in applauding, and the audience all sighed with emotion, 6 yuan bought a pair of nunchakus!

Gu Jiahui came to the stage with a smile and took out [-] Hong Kong dollars and handed it to the staff, took the pair of nunchakus from Xu Guanwen's hands and returned to his seat, and delivered the nunchakus to Long Zichen's hands in front of everyone's eyes. He said with a smile: "Dragon girl, is your wish fulfilled now?"
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Dragon MM mighty! ---
(End of this chapter)