"Chen, when are you free? Come to school."
"Sure, I'm free today. I'll go over in the afternoon."
Chen Zhao could vaguely tell from Wright's tone that she had something to talk to him about.
In the afternoon, Chen Zhao left the kids with Fali and went to UCLA.
Chen Zhao hadn't been to school in a long time. Ever since little Larissa was born, he'd spent most of his time on her.
When he arrived at the school, he saw someone familiar in the distance.
"Colan, why are you here? Are you also a student here? "
"Mr. Chen, why are you here? You're not here for me, are you? "
Chen Zhao rolled his eyes. "I'm a professor at UCLA. Why do you think I'm here?"
"What?" Collan was shocked. He didn't expect Chen Zhao to be a professor at UCLA.
"Alright, let's not talk anymore. I still have something to do."
It couldn't be said that Chen Zhao and Collan had a deep friendship.
However, ever since Collan got used to being abused by Chen Zhao, he was no longer afraid.
He found that he seemed to enjoy the process a little.
Of course, it was mainly because Chen Zhao could teach him something.
Although the process might be painful.
However, after every sparring session.
Chen Zhao would heal him too.
Chen Zhao found Wright's office.
Seeing Chen Zhao, Wright pushed up her glasses and looked at him unhappily.
"Darling, you don't seem to want to see me."
"Tell me, how long has it been since you last came to school?"
"I've been busy lately …" Chen Zhao didn't even bother to find an excuse. He sat before Wright's desk and started eating an apple.
"Do you know how much pressure I've been under to keep your professorship?"
"Eh …"
Most university professors in the United States were permanent.
Of course, the premise was that he didn't resign.
People like Chen Zhao might not even come to school once a month. They only had two or three classes every half year.
Wright had indeed put in a lot of effort to keep Chen Zhao's title.
"Alright, enough with the nonsense. Let's get straight to the point. This time, I called you here to ask for your help."
"Tell me, what is it? As long as I can do it, I will definitely do it."
"I want money," Wright said straightforwardly.
"How much?" Chen Zhao hesitated.
It was not that he could not afford it, nor was he unwilling to give it to Wright.
But giving it to Wright was one thing, giving it to the school was another.
Chen Zhao's feelings for the school couldn't compare to his personal relationship with Wright.
If Wright was personally short of money, or needed it urgently.
Chen Zhao didn't even ask how much it was. He just wrote a check.
But Wright wasn't asking for money personally.
The school probably needed money for her to ask for his help.
"The school doesn't have a lot of funds this year, especially for the sports club." Wright said, "Half of the students in the school are members of the sports club, and there are more than 2,000 students who are interested in developing in sports, but the funds allocated to the sports club is only one million dollars."
Chen Zhao had done some sports-related things before.
For example, Tiger's training and competition.
It was all Chen Zhao's own money. He knew very well how much it cost to train a sports student.
Of course, it was impossible for the school to train every student like a professional athlete.
If every student who wanted to develop in the sports circle was trained like a professional athlete.
Even if UCLA had a mountain of gold, it wouldn't be enough.
Even so, the school had a huge number of sports students.
The cost of equipment, competitions, and training was still not a small amount.
For example, a basketball match at another school would cost around one thousand dollars.
If it was a city match, it would cost at least five thousand dollars.
If it was a city match, it would cost at least five thousand dollars.
There were also other sports students.
"How big is the gap?" Chen Zhao asked.
"The next funding won't come until March next year. There's still half a year until then, so if you want the sports students to have enough funds, you'll need at least one and a half million dollars." Wright's eyes were pleading.
Chen Zhao pursed his lips. "What can I get out of it?"
"What do you want?" Wright wasn't an unreasonable person.
When it came to sponsorships, it would be successful. If it didn't, it wouldn't affect Chen Zhao's personal feelings.
If charity or sponsorships couldn't generate profits, they wouldn't last long.
This was very common in Europe and America. Money didn't grow on trees.
Europe and America's attitude toward charity was exactly like the Chinese saying, "Teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime."
This was also why charity funds in Europe and America were all profit-making.
So, if Chen Zhao made his request, Wright wouldn't reject it as long as it was reasonable.
If Chen Zhao only wanted to donate, he could donate for one or two years.
But he couldn't spend one or two million dollars every year to something that wouldn't bring him any profit.
"I can sponsor the UCLA sports club two million dollars every year. However, I request that all the competitions held by UCLA every year have the Dashan Beer logo. Also, the uniforms of the UCLA sports club must have the Dashan Beer logo on them whenever they participate in competitions."
"Two million isn't enough. At least five million." Wright raised the price. "Do you know how many competitions our students participate in every year and how many times they participate in them? If it's more than ten thousand times, according to the price of two million, it's like only two hundred dollars per competition. "
Chen Zhao shook his head. "Five million is too high. Also, I don't think the sports club needs that much money."
"Four million. I can't go any lower."
"How about three million," Chen Zhao said.
This wasn't a real business negotiation.
Their conversation was too personal.
While they fought for their own interests, they couldn't attack each other like they would at a real negotiation.
If they really wanted to negotiate, Chen Zhao wouldn't be the one doing it.
Instead, the legal team would be the one doing it.
"Three and a half million," Wright said. "I want to sign a three-year sponsorship contract and pay it all in one go. I want to build another stadium."
"Fine." Chen Zhao shrugged. "I'll get the lawyer to sign the contract with you tomorrow."
"Oh, do you have any coupons?" Wright asked gloomily. "Dashan Beer has been too hard to buy recently. It's sold out every time it's on the shelves."
She might look like an old woman in her nineties, but she was a real alcoholic.
"No, Dashan Beer doesn't have any promotions right now." Chen Zhao rolled his eyes. "Also, do you think you're young? You're already so old, but you still drink every day. I'll check your body later."
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