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Rosie slowly admired the auction items displayed on the surrounding walls.

The banquet hall was carpeted in deep red, with expensive oil paintings adorning the walls and intricate reliefs on the ceiling. Different auction items were displayed in different areas.

In the center of the last exhibition area, a handcrafted, light-colored, shimmering pale-colored long dress with light gold thread embroidery rests quietly on an iron mannequin.

The information card next to it reads "From the late famous female singer Qingna." She wore this dress and sang her final song, "The Moon in My Heart," at the famous "Moonlight Concert," which was unprecedented in China and even the world and represented the golden age of ballads. The card also included many black and white photos of the performance.

The donor is Ya Yi Media, and what's even more eye-catching is the starting price on the tag above... 1999 million.

"But this money is going to charity, so an inflated price is acceptable," Rosie thought.

【Rosie, are you still planning to donate money? It seems like we can't afford anything.】041 asked after following Rosie on the whole tour.

"...I'm starting to dismiss that idea now."

Originally, Luo Xi was just there to join in the fun, since the donations here were mostly from large corporations or genuinely wealthy individuals, amounting to tens or hundreds of millions. Bai Qiu also advised Luo Xi not to make any rash moves.

However, after watching the performances and story-sharing of the children who needed financial assistance, she was truly moved and felt that even buying a small gift to show her support would be a good thing.

After looking around, she realized there was nothing she could afford. She only had a little over 30 yuan left because she had spent it all on clothes, gifts, meals with fellow trainees or juniors from the same company, and coffee for the staff. She couldn't save any money at all.

Look at these: a few records from the first batch produced in China, donated by a singer, starting at 269 million yuan; a delicately carved gemstone hairpin worn by the female lead in a famous period drama from over a decade ago, starting at 100 million yuan…

It's not a two-dollar store where you can buy anything you want with full payment.

This is a charity gala spearheaded by the Haicheng government and business community, initiated by the Haicheng Charity Foundation, and sponsored by multiple enterprises. The theme of this gala is "Lighting Up the Future of Art," and the funds raised aim to provide free assistance to talented but impoverished children from families who cannot afford art education.

The charity gala's banquet hall was located on the top floor of a five-star hotel. A huge crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, reflecting a dazzling light. At the entrance were two gilded, carved doors, with uniformed waiters standing beside them, smiling and welcoming each guest.

It felt like a rather high-end and serious occasion. Everyone was dressed formally. Luo Xi didn't see any media interviews, only a few reporters with cameras taking pictures of the red carpet and making publicity notes.

Bai Qiu took Luo Xi to meet the leaders of the five major companies. People from Ya Yi Media, whom he had never met before, also came, as well as the mayor of Haicheng, and many well-known directors, actors, singers, painters, and so on.

After meeting all the people he needed to see, Bai Qiu was called over to sit and have tea, and he told Luo Xi to "go play somewhere else for a while."

"Or could I just donate the money? Although it wouldn't make much sense, it's still better than doing nothing. Seeing those kids with dreams, I really want to help! That's what my conscience tells me! But, we might need the money in the future... How about we donate half and keep the other half?"

[041 Always support Luo Xi!]

Luo Xi glanced over there; Bai Qiu was still having a private conversation with executives from the five major companies in the tea house, so she could continue to agonize over it for a while.

Just then, screams and cheers came from the other side of the stage. Luo Xi immediately went over to join the fun and saw a tall and handsome man who looked extremely similar to Lee Yong-hyun walking step by step onto the stage.

From the moment he appeared on the red carpet, he was surrounded by layers of people. Only he could make these high-society men and women, dressed in glamorous suits, abandon their reserve and flock to him.

Previously, Luo Xiguang had heard people calling his name, but the crowd was so dense that he couldn't see their faces clearly. Now, he finally saw them—

It was as if he was trying to create a first-love dream face for someone he was meeting for the first time. His gaze was so affectionate that it felt as if he wasn't looking down on everyone else, but rather at himself.

It really looks like him. At first glance, I thought it was Lee Yong-hyun.

But that's only at first glance.

His gentle, smiling face and the confident, poised demeanor he exuded were far more captivating than his physical appearance. Although it was only from a distance, Luo Xi didn't know how to describe it, but... compared to his exceptional charisma, his looks were insignificant, even though he was already incredibly handsome.

As the initiator and planner of this charity gala, Xu Tan warmly shook hands with the first batch of children who received assistance and delivered a speech on stage.

"Good evening! Thank you all for gathering here on this beautiful evening to contribute to this great cause. Tonight's event is not just a charity gala, but also a transmission of love and hope. Each and every one of you here has become a leader in your field, creating countless glories with your talent and hard work. However, while we enjoy our success and glory, have we ever thought about the many children whose artistic future is being held back by poverty? They may have innate artistic talent, or they may harbor a love for music, painting, and dance, but they are hindered by their families' financial difficulties..."

Luo Xi listened, tears welling in her eyes. So, her journey to pursue her dreams had already been so arduous; did she really want those children to suffer the same way? Her opportunities were given to her by others; if she could, she would be the one to give opportunities to others!

Even the smallest opportunity, if obtained by someone who truly needs it, will surely be used to create their own miracle.

Having made up his mind, Luo Xi took action. After observing and confirming that there was no one at the counter and no one around, he casually approached the counter.

"Hello."

"Hello, we will collect all the payments after the auction ends, so you don't need to come here individually to pay." A very young accountant came over to serve her from behind the counter.

"Can I donate money here?"

"Of course, I'll register you now and give you a certificate of appreciation from the Haicheng Charity Foundation. However, if you want to obtain a donation certificate, there will be a document fee..."

“No proof needed, I’m just donating money.” Luo Xi handed her the bank card.

"Ok."

As the accountant accepted the bank card, Luo Xi silently prayed, "Please don't laugh at me for being poor."

Fortunately, the accountant demonstrated professionalism, saying calmly, "The total is 30.47, Mr. Luo Enxi. We will register it for you now."

"Cough...not all...leave me 10."

The accountant, who was collecting payments, finally couldn't help but look up at her.

“I’m a little short on cash… It’s all about participation, right? My conscience tells me I should contribute my share, even if it’s just a small one.” Under the other person’s gaze, Rosie finally gave up struggling. “…Can I remain anonymous?”

The professional cashier filled in the information according to Luo Xi's idea.

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Can anyone tell me if she will read out all the auction proceeds and the list of donors in front of everyone at the end of the party?

She thought donating money was a very private matter!

But no matter how much Luo Xi prayed and how anxious he was, amidst the numerous donations of tens or hundreds of millions, an extremely discordant incident still occurred:

"I...I want to be a world-class superstar?...I want to be a world-class superstar. I donated 20.47 yuan. Thank you."

A chorus of soft laughter erupted from the audience, and everyone's eyes darted around, seemingly searching for the person who "wanted to become a world-class superstar."

Luo Xi was drenched in sweat.

Bai Qiu started laughing, but stopped halfway through. He suddenly looked at Luo Xi, immediately recognized her, and whispered, "Where did you get the money?!"

Luo Xi scratched his face, his voice barely audible: "It's from before, the trainee one, the leftovers..."