The host was stunned. "This... this is the largest donation we've ever received from a university scholar since the establishment of our charity foundation. Mr. White, on behalf of the impoverished students, I want to thank you!"
He grabbed my hand and shook it so vigorously that anyone could see the excitement he felt.
I smiled. "I donated this money to make a point to Ryan and everyone here. Donations can be big or small. After all, it's the intention that matters. Rewarding larger donations is just to encourage participation, not to start a competition."
I continued, "This donation is made on behalf of everyone here, not just me."
Hearing this, the people below, especially those who had mocked me earlier, immediately became embarrassed. Others began applauding.
It was clear that they agreed with what I said.
Suddenly, a water bottle was thrown at Ryan, hitting him square in the chest. The crowd erupted in angry shouts.
"Get off the stage, trash! You didn't donate anything, so why are you up here causing trouble?"
"Who cares if you're a trust fund kid? If you are, why don't you donate something? You're acting like a big shot, but didn't even give a dime!"
"Get off the stage! You're not worthy to stand next to Mr. White!"
Soon, more things were thrown at Ryan. His face turned bright red with embarrassment as he covered his head and hurried off the stage. Lina shot me an irritated look before quickly following him.
I shook my head, feeling a little helpless. They brought this on themselves.
On the way back, Felicia remained silent.
I asked with concern, "What's wrong, Felicia? Did I scare you by pulling you up on stage so suddenly?"
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