Don't donate?

The last item in this charity auction is the unspoken rule, that is, donation. No matter who takes it, it will be donated for free to earn a reputation. Otherwise, who would use hundreds of millions to buy such a historical book?

But now I heard the sound of not donating, which really surprised everyone. "This..." Zhang Xuan's attitude made it difficult for the host to answer. Although there was no clear requirement that this thing be donated, everyone felt like a mirror in their hearts. Now the banners have been printed and the people from the museum have come out, but they can't say that they can't.

Donated?

"No donation." The person who bid 300 million stood up and sneered, "This is our hot summer thing. If you don't donate, where do you want to bring it?"

Zhang Xuan took out a thick cloth indifferently, bagged the stone schoolboy, and said, "Take it to the Free Country."

Zhang Xuan's words caused a thousand waves, and he gave the things that recorded the history of Yanxia to the Free Kingdom? What is this? This is a traitor! It's a traitor! The person who bids 300 million smiled even more, "I just didn't hear that your surname is Zhang, right? I don't care what industry you are in or how rich you are, but now you want to give our Yanxia to the Free Kingdom

, I was the first to refuse!”

"I don't agree either!"

"Yes, things in the hot summer cannot fall outside!"

"Resolutely resist!"

Voices sounded, and today everyone is here to make a name for themselves. Now, it is a wonderful opportunity to speak!

"What does your resistance have to do with me?" Zhang Xuan was particularly calm about these infatuations. He didn't even look at those who made boycotts and walked towards the auction exit. In front of race, the so-called borders are actually no longer important. Zhang Xuan has also seen soldiers from the Free Kingdom on the battlefield. They have hair color, skin color, and pupil color that is different from Yanxia, ​​but when facing the enemy, they show that they are

It is the same courage and the same meaninglessness.

A great man once said that what we resist is never the people of other countries, but those who commit cruelty.

Now this stone book is something from the summer, but it is the ancestral weapon of the free country. Should there be any distinction between national boundaries in the face of the life and death of the entire race?

"Sir, you can't leave." The host stretched out his hand and stopped Zhang Xuan.

There are security guards blocked the door of the auction. Today, the people from the TV station have been waiting outside for a long time and are always going to come in for an interview. If the reporter reveals that the hot summer antiques are taken away and brought to the Free Country, then how can this face be left? This charity auction will surely become

A joke, even their organizer, will be subject to absolute social public opinion. Once this happens, he, as the host, may have come to an end.

"You lackey from the free country! Take the things from our ancestors and give them to outsiders!"

"You are the only one who deserves to be called Yanxia!"

Someone has taken out his cell phone, took Zhang Xuan's photo and posted it online.

With the current development of the Internet, it can be imagined that such remarks will explode in a very short time, and then Zhang Xuan will become a sinner and suffer endless abuse. But for Zhang Xuan, so what? No matter how many abuses are, it will not hurt your body. On the battlefield, every second, there are countless soldiers who sprinkle blood. At their age of twenty, they are at their best in integrity, do they care about being infamous?

Even life and death have been put aside! As a marshal, what about the infamy that I am behind?

So what about national sinners?

He Zhang Xuan no longer cared!

In war, there must be sacrifices, and this sacrifice is more than just one.

"I bought the things for money, and I have the absolute right to deal with them." Zhang Xuan left a sentence and walked towards the door. The security guards couldn't stop him.

"Haha, it's good to give it to the Free Country. Recently, this Free Country has been filmed a lot of blockbusters. The battle between humans and orcs has also made a lot of special effects. These are all given by these lackeys." The man was full of sarcasm when he spoke.

Zhang Xuan's steps suddenly stopped. He looked at the person who was talking, the young man who had been staring at his phone and knocking over the pastry.

Zhang Xuan's indifferent eyes suddenly became sharp. He looked at the young man and said, "Do you think it's a blockbuster, it's very interesting?" "What about?" The young man replied, "The current media and marketing methods are really powerful. In the name of news, they are talking about orc invasion. Haha, if there is really orc invasion, let the people from the island country and the people from the free country be rushed to the emperor,

Orcs, but our friendly forces.”

"Ha." Zhang Xuan suddenly grinned and chuckled.

"Why, do you think what I said is funny?" The young man was proud. "It's funny." Zhang Xuan nodded, "I don't understand why they are so desperate, regardless of life or death, protecting you, a group of waste living in a greenhouse, only knowing how to speak out,

The group is self-righteous, stand on the commanding heights, and criticize others' waste!"

"What did you say? Is it a waste?" The young man glared at Zhang Xuan.

Zhang Xuan lowered his head and looked at the tattered shoes on his feet, "You should apologize and apologize to them."

"Apology?" The young man wondered if he had heard something wrong.

"It's a pity that you don't know how to go, but it doesn't matter, I will send you on the road." Zhang Xuan looked up suddenly and looked at the young man.

The moment he looked at Zhang Xuan, the young man subconsciously took a few steps back, which made him feel as if he was being targeted by a jungle beast.

"Remember, after going down, be humble, because they are all heroes, and you are nothing."

Zhang Xuan stepped forward and walked past the young man. The moment Zhang Xuan walked by, the young man's eyes became dull. He opened his mouth wide, obviously trying to make a sound, but he couldn't make any sound. He slowly raised his arm and pointed at Zhang Xuan, but the moment his fingers were stretched out,

His head, which was pressing against his neck, rolled to the ground, his eyes still wide.

Such a scene made the people in the auction hall stunned at first, and then a harsh scream sounded.

"It's dead!"

"Help! Help!"

The whole hall was suddenly in chaos, and everyone rushed towards the door of the auction hall.

The host who originally planned to trouble Zhang Xuan was now pale and dared not trouble Zhang Xuan. He followed the chaotic crowd and rushed towards the exit.

The security guard at the entrance of the auction hall was pulled open by everyone and could not block the door at all.

In the chaotic crowd, Zhang Xuan, who was dressed in a weird manner, looked down at the young man's body. "Remember, be sincere in admitting his mistakes."

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