The Prodigal Son: I Can Foresee the Future

Chapter 643

It was almost 11 o'clock.

Lin Ming didn't know what those students had for lunch, but their school provided meals.

After the fundraising was completed.

The school committee made a brief statistics, and finally Hu Chaohui came to the stage to explain the total amount of the fundraising.

"Now I announce that the total amount of the fundraising is..."

After keeping it a secret.

Hu Chaohui then said loudly: "32.44 million!"

Hearing this number.

There was a large sound of gasps in the stadium!

More than 30 million!

It was just the amount of donations in a university!

Almost immediately, the eyes of those students were cast on Lin Ming and others sitting in the second row!

Although Hu Chaohui would not explain the individual donation figures, they knew.

Of the total amount of more than 30 million, at least more than 80% was contributed by these big guys!

"Thank you for your gift to Lanzhou University and thank you for your boundless love!"

In order not to waste time, Hu Chaohui did not say too many polite words.

He continued: "Then let's hold the first charity auction since the founding of Lanzhou University!"

As his voice fell.

Immediately, a lady of etiquette came on stage with a tray in her hand.

On the tray, there was a horizontal painting.

The camera was on the stands, and all students could easily see it through the big screen.

"This is a painting drawn by Qin Dong, a sophomore student of our school. Next, please ask him to come on stage and tell the origin of this painting, the story behind it and its meaning." Hu Chaohui said.

A young man in sportswear came up from the backstage.

He looks very handsome, but looks a little nervous.

"Hello, everyone."

Qin Dong picked up the painting and said simply and directly: "I named this painting 'Wandering', which is my experience when I was in high school."

"I can't remember exactly what month and day it was, anyway, it was a summer, I met a homeless man on my way home from school."

"He was looking for food in the trash can at the time, I couldn't bear to see it, so I bought him two hamburgers."

"He told me that this was the most delicious meal he had eaten in the past year."

"I looked at his miserable appearance at the time, and I felt a little uncomfortable. I wanted to ask him why he had He has hands and feet, but he has to live like this. But I still couldn't ask him. "

"But he left a deep impression on me, and his speech and behavior were completely different from those of a homeless person."

"I have forgotten his appearance, but I remember a few words he said to me when we parted. "

"He told me that the city I was in at that time was the 324th city he had visited in China!"

"He said he was pursuing his dream, but until now, I still can't figure out what his dream is."

After saying all this in one breath, Qin Dong seemed to relax.

He held up the ink painting in his hand and pointed it at the camera. His painting was immediately displayed on the big screen behind him.

It was a scene of a homeless person with fluffy hair, holding a dog, rummaging in front of a trash can.

There was no Qin Dong in the painting, but there were many passers-by who sneered at him.

They pointed at the homeless person, and the feeling of ridicule, contempt, and disdain unconsciously came out of the painting.

It has to be said.

Qin Dong should be studying sports, but he draws really well.

Without too much ink and brush to render, he used the most intuitive and simple way to describe the ugly faces of those passers-by!

"This may be a very common thing, many people have seen it, but what I can't let go of the most is..."

Qin Dong's expression was complicated: "Has the homeless man whose name I don't know fulfilled his dream in the past few years? Is he still leading his dog and rummaging through the trash can like he did back then!"

After this, there was silence in the entire stadium.

Many students looked confused, as if asking themselves - what is their dream?

Have they worked hard and fought for their dreams?

Is it a dream, or a 'desire' under the pretext of a dream?

Lin Ming and others also fell into silence.

Everyone has become rich now, but is their dream really rich?

On the way to fulfilling their dreams, have they been lonely and ridiculed by many people like this homeless man?

Qin Dong's story is not touching, but it is very thought-provoking.

Perhaps, dreams and desires are directly linked.

When you really have what you want, you will want to have other, something better!

And this, in fact, is not qualified to be called a 'dream'.

"A very meaningful story."

Ning Fei suddenly picked up the microphone next to him.

He smiled and said: "I was also ridiculed on the road to pursuing my dream. I thought I could ignore their gossip and ignore anyone's opinion of me and insist on doing what I want to do."

"But today I found out that I couldn't do it, and I may never do it!"

"Yes, my real dream, I haven't completed it until now."

Paused.

Ning Fei sighed: "Make a bid, I like this painting very much, I hope it can bring me good luck, so that I can do what I want to do most at an age when I can still move!"

Hu Zhaohui immediately said: "There is no reserve price for any of the auction items in this auction. Maybe money can buy anything, but there are many things that are invaluable!"

This is worth studying.

Without a reserve price, there is no way to start.

For example, this painting actually represents everyone's pursuit of dreams, as well as persistence and perseverance!

If the bid is too low, it will inevitably be criticized for not respecting dreams.

If the bid is too high, this is just an ordinary painting after all.

Ning Fei thought for a moment and shouted out a price.

"100,000!"

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the people around him.

Lin Ming immediately understood and said: "200,000!"

"300,000!" Ning Fei raised the price without hesitation.

The look he had just given was to find someone to give him a way out.

After all, he himself was not sure whether 100,000 was high or low.