Lu Ting Cheng raised his paddle. "Two million."
Gasps rippled through the room. It seemed like the two brothers had money.
The emcee blinked but smiled; this Lu family was spending money tonight, and they rarely graced them with their presence; they always sent their donations. "Two million, thank you, Young Master Lu."
Someone else attempted a weak counter. "Two-point one!"
Lu Ting Cheng, calm as ever, raised his paddle again. "Ten million."
The room fell silent.
"Sold!"
Applause thundered. Once the building was built, it would be called the name of the donor on it.
As the lights brightened again and the emcee closed the auction, a few people turned toward Lu Zhi Hao and Lu Wan Ruyi, not just with admiration—but with respect and envy.
They had money, yes.
But they also had a purpose. Since they had capabilities, why not donate a few million? That won't make them bankrupt.
