I confess, I am the Mr. Richest-Chapter 440: Child, you’ve celebrated too soon!

From the start, Chu Chen had seen through Luo Yuanming’s facade.

Since you’re going to show off, you’ve got to pay the price.

Didn’t you say you’d donate fifty million?

Let me help you with that.

I’m the vice president of the Zhishan Foundation; I can contact them and skip all the procedures to handle it directly.

After hearing Chu Chen’s words, everyone was stunned.

The vice president of the Zhishan Foundation?!

Everyone looked at Chu Chen with shock; after all, the Zhishan Foundation was a well-known charitable organization in Shanghai.

It was founded by Old Li, who is the current president, and the vice presidents are all top dogs in Shanghai.

Not to mention these ordinary members, even Luo Yuanming’s father had to be respectful toward those top dogs.

And now, Chu Chen said he’s the vice president of the Zhishan Foundation?!

This identity truly startled them!

Impossible!

How old is President Chu, barely in his twenties.

And he’s already the vice president of the Zhishan Foundation?

His status can already rival those top figures in Shanghai?

As for Luo Yuanming, he was equally dumbfounded and felt extremely awkward.

He never expected Chu Chen to say such a thing.

The vice president of the Zhishan Foundation?!

This status indeed allowed him to bypass a series of troubles and handle it directly.

Now he was caught in a dilemma, with no reason not to donate.

But fifty million!

That’s too much!

If it were just a few million, he wouldn’t even bat an eye.

Donating fifty thousand would make his heart ache!

Fifty million, what couldn’t you buy with it?!

Luo Yuanming stood there dumbly, at a loss.

In front of his own members, Luo Yuanming really didn’t dare to escape; that would be too humiliating.

How could he be the vice president of the Zhishan Foundation, this was way too unreasonable.

"President, how did you become the vice president of the Zhishan Foundation?"

A member of the First Supercar Club couldn’t help but ask Chu Chen.

"Well, a while ago, Old Li held a charity dinner, and I attended."

"That night I donated a billion, and under Old Li’s enthusiastic invitation, I agreed to become the vice president of the Zhishan Foundation."

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He donated a billion?!

The president donated a billion!!!

Everyone was dumbfounded, this...

This...

"Terrifying as hell!"

That’s a billion, not tens or hundreds of thousands.

The total assets of most of the members present, even combined, might not even reach a billion.

But President Chu donated a billion in one go!

Truly badass!

And looking at President Chu’s calm expression and demeanor, donating a billion was a breeze, just like a normal thing.

"President, I’m so impressed with you."

"President is amazing!"

"President is formidable!"

A cheer erupted, and the members of the First Supercar Club shouted, feeling proud to have Chu Chen as such a badass president.

Even among the Qian Kun Supercar Club members, many looked at Chu Chen with eyes full of admiration.

A billion, just like that!

On one hand, they were awed by Chu Chen’s terrifying financial strength, and on the other hand, they were genuinely impressed by Chu Chen’s dedication to charity.

"A billion?!"

Looking at Chu Chen, Luo Yuanming stuttered, his voice filled with shock.

This Chu Chen actually donated a billion?!

How much money did he have, really?

Luo Yuanming didn’t dare to guess.

"Brother Luo, don’t worry, I’ll contact the Zhishan Foundation for you."

Chu Chen patted Luo Yuanming’s shoulder meaningfully and said warmly.

Chu Chen directly dialed the phone.

Showing off, especially in front of him, came with a price.

This was also Chu Chen’s contribution to charity, helping the Zhishan Foundation secure a fifty million donation.

After finishing the call, Chu Chen looked at Luo Yuanming and spoke again:

"No need to thank me, happy to help."

Hearing Chu Chen’s words, Luo Yuanming nearly spat blood.

Luo Yuanming almost cried from frustration.

Thank you?

Thank your sister!

Thank your grandpa!

Inside, Luo Yuanming was roaring, furiously complaining about Chu Chen.

Despite feeling "heartbroken," on the surface, Luo Yuanming still had to act indifferent.

The show he started, he had to finish, tears and all!

"You’re too kind, President Chu."

Luo Yuanming "smiled" and replied to Chu Chen.

At this moment, he finally understood a saying.

Boasting has risks, showing off requires caution!

Fifty million, gone just like that?!

The more he thought about it, the more Luo Yuanming felt his heart bleeding; his money, his money.

Upon receiving the news from Chu Chen, people from the Zhishan Foundation arrived swiftly.

Twenty minutes later, a manager from the Zhishan Foundation arrived with an assistant.

After simplifying a few procedures, the manager said to Luo Yuanming:

"On behalf of the Zhishan Foundation, we are immensely grateful for Young Master Luo’s donation. How would you prefer to provide the funds?"

"Check or bank card?"

Hearing this, Luo Yuanming felt even more desperate.

In the end, under everyone’s watchful eyes, Luo Yuanming’s hands trembled as he wrote a check and reluctantly handed it to the manager of the Zhishan Foundation.

"Thank you, Young Master Luo. Here is the certificate from the Zhishan Foundation to commemorate this donation."

As he spoke, the manager handed a certificate to Luo Yuanming.

The originally light certificate almost slipped from Luo Yuanming’s grasp.

In his eyes, this certificate was incredibly heavy.

As for how heavy—however much fifty million weighed, this certificate weighed the same.

After completing the process, taking the money, the people from the Zhishan Foundation left.

"Well done, President."

"President, you are our pride."

Members of the Qian Kun Supercar Club said with emotion.

Usually, hearing compliments like this, Luo Yuanming would be extremely pleased.

But now, hearing those words of praise made him want to cry.

"Young Master Luo, can we start our challenge now?"

Just when Luo Yuanming was in sorrow, a voice he was even less willing to hear came.

Luo Yuanming turned to look at Chu Chen, his face showing unwilling apology.

Duel, race?

No way!

He bit the bullet and put out fifty million just to save face.

But now, he still had to lose face.

"Don’t worry, I won’t use the Lamborghini Hermès to race against you; that would be unfair."

Chu Chen said.

"How about this, we both find a supercar worth a few million?"

Since Luo Yuanming had donated, Chu Chen decided not to bully him.

Competing with cars of the same class would be fair, right?

"Alright."

Luo Yuanming’s eyes lit up, his confidence returning.

Chu Chen wasn’t going to use that Lamborghini Hermès worth over three billion, nearly four billion, against him, so he had a chance to win.

Luo Yuanming was very confident in his driving skills!

After all, he was the top expert of the Qian Kun Supercar Club, the "Car God" of Shanghai (even if self-proclaimed).

"Let’s go."

Luo Yuanming confidently said to Chu Chen, then started to walk outside.

Chu Chen couldn’t help but shake his head at this scene.

Kid, you’re happy too soon!