No tears until you're in the coffin.
Heart not at rest until one reaches the Yellow River.
Fine, since you still won't admit defeat, let me make you lose convincingly.
Wilbur Holloway gritted his teeth and shouted loudly, "Start the donations!"
At his command.
His donation box area became lively.
These wealthy individuals, either carrying cash or cashier's checks, walked over ostentatiously. Of course, facing them was a series of cameras flashing away.
"Earthenwood Trading, one hundred thousand..."
"Fortune Supermarket, one hundred thousand..."
"Joya Media, eighty thousand..."
"Gable Apparel, one hundred and twenty thousand..."
Each donation was recorded by Wilbur Holloway's secretary, followed by a loud announcement.
With each announcement, Wilbur's smile grew a bit wider. Though each donation amount wasn't huge, with the strength in numbers, this group collectively would amass at least three or four million.
Halfway through the donations.
