54: He donated everything, keeping nothing for himself.

Amidst the whispers, the venue became lively again.

Zhang Fayao crushed his cigar on the Persian rug, furious: "Little Bastard,

Do you know that my father, Boss of Hooligans, is one of The Three Tycoons in Shanghai?

Go ask around, see what happens to those who offend my Zhang family."

A mud loach with a bit of seawater, actually thinking it's seafood.

Lu Fan put his arm around Sheng Aiyi and stepped forward: "Oh~~~ so you're giving out names now? Your father is Boss of Hooligans, and your surname is Zhang.

Why not bring out your ancestor, Zhang Bainian, the Jade Emperor? Wouldn't that be even more effective?"

As soon as he said that, the entire hall secretly chuckled.

"Damn it, you're not giving face, are you!" Zhang Fayao's eyes were cold, not hiding his murderous intent.

"Face is earned, not given by others."

Lu Fan showed no fear, a disdainful smile playing on his lips.

It was clear he wasn't going to give face today, so what could he do?

At this moment, if it were the daughter of the other two tycoons, he might have shown some respect.

After all, although those two had questionable reputations, their integrity was there.

Only Boss of Hooligans could be 'heh-ed'. What face could a Traitor like him give?

Zhang Fayao's face was extremely gloomy. He glared fiercely at Lu Fan and roared: "Little Bastard, what are you saying?

Do you believe I can make sure you don't see tomorrow's sun!"

Lu Fan, however, was unfazed, even taking a provocative step forward. "I don't believe it!

What power do you have to prevent me from seeing tomorrow's sun?

If you really have the power, bite me!"

Zhang Fayao was thoroughly enraged by Lu Fan. The gentleman's cane in his hand creaked, his knuckles turning white from excessive force.

He cursed angrily: "Damn it, I'll kill you!"

At this moment, the black-clad security guards quickly gathered, each revealing a sharp blade, exuding killing intent.

Anyone who dared to make a move would be receiving an invitation from the King of Hell.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Fayao reluctantly lowered his hand that was reaching for his waist and fell silent.

At this moment, the black-clad man on the throne spoke: "Ivan International bids one million. Is there anyone else?"

Facing the exorbitant price, the venue fell into a rare silence.

Currently, besides the clown-masked man, Zhang Fayao was the only one with the financial means to continue competing for this batch of supplies.

After all, among The Three Tycoons, Huang Jinrong preferred women and didn't manage money.

Du Yuesheng spent money like water, like a bank that only opened for business to look good.

Only the Zhang family always took in and never put out, possessing the most solid family fortune.

However, Zhang Fayao was clearly suppressed by Lu Fan's imposing presence.

Coupled with the price of one million silver dollars, it completely exceeded his comprehension.

His character of only taking in and never putting out, always seeking advantages, determined his limited vision.

"Little Bastard, once you leave Paramount Hall, on a dark and windy night, watch your step!"

Zhang Fayao stared intently at Lu Fan, issuing a powerless threat.

"Call me whatever you want. If you can't raise the price, go home and sleep!"

Lu Fan yawned, causing the entire hall to erupt in laughter.

In his opinion, buying this batch of supplies for one million was acceptable.

It seemed like a loss now, indeed.

But in three or four months, it might not be the case.

During the stalemate of the Battle of Shanghai, these supplies would be priceless and impossible to buy.

His confrontation with Zhang Fayao undoubtedly had the intention of helping Sheng Aiyi vent her anger.

It was also for the battle a few months later, where there would be countless wounded.

Even though his spatial ability had expanded, allowing him to carry more supplies.

However, facing such a large-scale war, relying on his cross-dimensional travel to bring medical supplies would only be a drop in the bucket.

Now, preparing in advance and accumulating more supplies was the correct approach.

Once there were sufficient medical supplies.

It was conservatively estimated that the death rate of Chinese soldiers during the Battle of Shanghai could be reduced by ten percent.

Don't underestimate this ten percent; the Battle of Shanghai roughly accounted for 250,000 casualties.

That ten percent represents more than 25,000 vibrant lives.

"Hey~~ are you going to bid or not? If not, just say so directly, and hurry up and get out of here, like potatoes moving house."

As soon as Lu Fan said this, the gloves were off, completely off.

"Little Bastard, you just wait, you'd better not let me run into you. If I don't deal with you then, I'll take your surname!"

Zhang Fayao broke his gentleman's cane, threw it on the ground, and left in a huff after uttering his threat.

The outcome was now clear: Lu Fan won the bid for this batch of supplies with one million silver dollars, without any suspense.

The most excited person present was Sheng Aiyi.

Lu Fan had thoroughly humiliated Zhang Fayao, helping her vent the anger in her heart.

If it weren't for Zhang Fayao's bullying, using Boss of Hooligans's influence to suppress her, and letting hooligans cause trouble back then.

She wouldn't have lost half of Paramount Hall's shares.

Which eventually led to her being squeezed out by other shareholders, forcing her to sell her remaining shares.

Making her and the Asia's first luxury entertainment club, which she personally founded, strangers.

Sheng Aiyi watched Lu Fan sign the check with a flourish, and an inexplicable surge of emotion swept through her.

She felt her heart race, her breathing quicken, and her cheeks involuntarily flushed hot.

Lost in thought, she was suddenly embraced by a large hand around her waist, and a steady voice whispered in her ear: "Let's go~~"

After leaving Paramount Hall and returning to the car, Sheng Aiyi finally returned to normal, her clever intellect taking over again.

She had vented her anger, but Lu Fan had completely made an enemy of Zhang Fayao, the local tyrant of Shanghai, and it was a mortal enmity.

The only fortunate thing was that Lu Fan was wearing a mask and had just returned from overseas, so Zhang Fayao wouldn't be able to find him for a while.

At this moment, her palm felt cold, and a key silently appeared in her hand.

This was the warehouse key for the million silver dollars worth of medical supplies Lu Fan had just acquired.

She glanced at Lu Fan and subconsciously said: "I can't afford a million silver dollars worth of supplies!"

Lu Fan lit a cigarette, looked at the brightly lit city, and said firmly: "These supplies are not for sale.

Please, Seventh Miss Sheng, make sure to deliver them personally to General Zhang, and donate them in the company's name."

"Donate all of it? One million silver dollars of medical supplies, shouldn't we keep some?"

Sheng Aiyi looked astonished, frowning as she clutched the warehouse key. Donating a portion was fine, but donating all of it, honestly, she was reluctant.

"Open your mind, Seventh Miss Sheng, this is a great opportunity for the company to become famous overnight.

Think about it, once this matter is reported in the newspapers, won't your company be renowned throughout Shanghai overnight?

With visibility, many things become easier.

Besides, if you donate these supplies, will General Zhang treat you unfairly?

Although he can't give you money, he will definitely remember your good deed. With his personality, as long as you're not excessive, he will protect you.

With such a powerful figure backing you, who would dare to covet your business in Shanghai?

Do you still need to care about a clown like Zhang Fayao?

Even Boss of Hooligans would have to think twice."

Lu Fan's analysis was clear and well-reasoned, interpreting the ingenious use of the supplies from a different perspective.

However, Sheng Aiyi was still a bit reluctant: "But we don't have to donate all of it; if we keep thirty percent, the effect would be the same."

Lu Fan smiled slightly and teased: "If a beautiful lady's hand trembles, the frontline soldiers will shed three more liters of blood~"

"That's not it at all!" Sheng Aiyi retorted, a little angry: "You're being ungrateful.

As your agent, I just feel that donating all one million silver dollars is a bit of a loss, so I wanted to keep some."

Lu Fan chuckled and teased: "Could it be that you, beautiful lady, want to keep them to open a pharmacy?

Offer free treatment, boost your public reputation, and become a female Bodhisattva for once?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I don't want to be any female Bodhisattva!"

Sheng Aiyi glared fiercely at Lu Fan. "Fine, I'll donate everything tomorrow, not a single item left."

Complaints aside, Lu Fan turned his head, and their eyes met.

The ambiguous atmosphere in the car instantly soared.