Peerless War God in City

Lin Shilu had specially come today to tell Hao Tian Meng Lan about the funds.    

Unexpectedly, he saw the scars on his body.    

Thus, he couldn't help but feel sad.    

Time passed quickly.    

After Haotian woke up, he simply cooked some food. After he finished eating with Lin Shilu, she returned to the Chinese Academy of Sciences.    

The new cancer project had already reached its final stage, and it couldn't leave her there.    

During this period of time, Yu Jin had gotten the information he needed.    

What a coincidence.    

The person from the auction house turned out to be Zhao Shiren!    

The Meng Lan Foundation was a charity. Perhaps it was because this kind of industry was not easy to own, so Zhao Shiren thought of auctioning it off.    

This was indeed a good idea.    

Not only would he be able to make a huge profit, he wouldn't be in trouble either.    

Haotian didn't know how he managed to get his hands on the Meng Lan Foundation. All he knew was that it belonged to his elder brother.    

As for Zhao Shiren, this move was equivalent to igniting a fire to burn one's body!    

"When is the auction to be held?"    

Haotian asked indifferently. His expression was very calm without the slightest bit of emotion.    

Yu Jin looked at the information and then respectfully lowered his head and said: "9 PM."    

When Haotian heard this, he coldly smiled and said, "Prepare yourself. At night, we will head there immediately!"    

As he spoke, a powerful aura spread out.    

Yu Jin, who was beside him, felt a chill run down his spine.    

Instantly, he knew.    

Today.    

I'm afraid someone is going to suffer!    

Time flowed like water, like cloth.    

Soon, it was nine o'clock in the evening.    

In the auction house with the largest Hsingyi.    

People from the upper class were all wearing luxurious clothing, ties, and leather shoes. They would push cups and change cups as they travelled back and forth in different directions.    

They talked and laughed and laughed.    

Everything was so natural, so harmonious.    

However, what they enjoyed now was only the blood and sweat of those poor people.    

What they were eating was not luxury, nor was it money. Instead, they were eating blood mantou.    

It was the sweat of the poor!    

"This Meng Lan Foundation isn't Lin Yan's. How come it suddenly ran into the hands of the Zhao Family?"    

Someone in the crowd suddenly asked.    

The moment he finished speaking, the surrounding people looked at him with contempt.    

It was obvious that this sort of person had just entered society. Otherwise, why would he ask such a weak question?    

The other person smiled and said, "We don't know about that. I only know that this foundation has a lot of industry chains and its profits are very attractive. It's just that they are all used to help the poor."    

"If I can get it, I'll be able to earn a lot of money!"    

"Ha ha-ha, well said brother. The Meng Lan Fund was created by Lin Yan when he was alive. In order to prevent the funds of the Foundation from falling apart, he started many businesses for the Foundation and managed them very well."    

"It's just that he set up the foundation to help others. Otherwise, his assets would have gone down the drain!"    

"This Lin Yan is really stupid. He actually used this kind of good business to help others!"    

"There is only one disease in this world, and that is poverty!"    

"This kind of illness, even if you don't have the rule of law, you still can't treat it!"    

"Brother, you're right. I also think the same. Those poor people are simply scum of society. They should die."    

Another person answered.    

Instantly, the two of them glanced at each other and smiled as they clinked their wine cups, as if they'd seen a soulmate.