A hundred thousand gold?
The entire meeting room burst into an uproar.
What kind of concept was a hundred thousand gold? Fang Xingjian's monthly allowance was only fifty gold, and the academy's monthly expenditure was only about ten thousand gold. A hundred thousand gold was equivalent to the academy's annual expenditure. What kind of concept was this?
This was equivalent to doubling Kirst Academy's budget. How much more cultivation resources could they purchase? How much more could the instructors' salaries and bonuses increase? How much more could the various machines and cultivation facilities be improved?
This was a huge sum of money. Faced with such a huge sum of money, how many people would not care about it?
This was especially so when it came to drawing in funds from the public for the academy's construction, rather than just asking the country for money. This was the path that the Commissioner of Education had always advocated. A hundred thousand gold was a great political achievement.
And after a hundred thousand gold, Edger, who had control over half of the academy's budget, what kind of status would he have?
At this moment, Edger was filled with satisfaction, as if he had regained all the face he had lost in the past. He was in high spirits, as if he had been reborn.
Everyone's countenance changed, including Jackson's. He looked at Edger with a solemn expression and said slowly, "Yellowstone Trade Association? Why have I never heard of this trade association's name before? "
Edger smiled and said, "This is a newly established trade association, established by a few aristocrats from the Imperial Capital. I've had a good chat with them. They've just arrived in Kirst and wish to contribute to the development of Kirst as well."
Of course, no one would believe such nonsense. In fact, although there were a few aristocrats from the Imperial Capital behind the Yellowstone Trade Association, they were all aristocrats who had fallen from grace. Their true source of funding came from Green Jade, from the Arolon Clan where Cynthia was from.
Cynthia and her husband Zakov had died in Fang Xingjian's hands. Naturally, the Arolon Clan held a grudge against Fang Xingjian.
This was especially so for their clan head, Frank. He was Cynthia's younger brother, but he had been brought up by Cynthia from a young age. They had a half-sister, half-mother relationship, and treated Cynthia as a senior whom he respected the most.
If not for this, Cynthia would not have developed such an arrogant and despotic personality.
'He killed my sister, the person I loved the most in my life. This beast, this beast, how could he do such a cold-blooded and cruel thing?
"What about my sister's children? Her youngest daughter is only twelve years old. How am I supposed to tell her that her mother was killed by a pauper, a mob, a beast? "
Fang Xingjian killing Cynthia was equivalent to killing Frank's mother. How could he not be angry? How could he not want revenge?
However, Tresia's matter was right before his eyes, and there was the association's surveillance. As the clan head, Frank could not possibly be as impulsive and ignorant as Cynthia and Rebecca. Therefore, the method he chose was money.
For the first step, he had taken out a hundred thousand gold coins. For this, he had even sold off a portion of his assets and found two fallen aristocrats to set up a merchant association, donating money to Kirst Royal Academy.
Of course, 100,000 gold coins couldn't be given in one go. No sponsorship or investment could be given in one go. They had to be allocated in batches.
And through the allocation of funds time and time again, he would gradually gain the right to speak in Kirst Royal Academy.
He wanted to marginalize Fang Xingjian bit by bit, from a genius student to an ordinary student, to a lagging student, or even to a teaching assistant, or even to be chased out of the academy. He wanted Fang Xingjian to fall further and further, to be more and more marginalized, until he was finally killed in an unknown corner.
For example, a smelly ditch in a certain commoner's district, the back alley of a certain inn, or a small forest in the outskirts.
Of course, this process might require him to spend a lot of time and money. However, as long as he could avenge his sister, he did not care.
Of course, this sum of money would not simply fall into the water. Since it could be used to gain the right to speak in the Prefectural Academy, it could also be used to seek returns.
This investment of 100,000 yuan was naturally accompanied by Edgar's judgment.
Edger looked at the Headmaster and said confidently, "As long as I'm in charge of the academy's finances, they're willing to donate 100,000 gold in batches. Headmaster, I hope that for the sake of the academy's future, you can temporarily give up on interfering with the academy's finances and allow us to give the students fairness."
Edger was very confident. It was not because he had hooked up with Frank, nor was it because he had a hundred thousand gold worth of chips in his hands, nor was it because of Fang Xingjian's failure or Jackson's fault.
All these could only be considered as blows from a rod. His true trump card was Jackson himself.
'Jackson, you're truly an outstanding Headmaster. You're a Headmaster who can give up on your future, sacrifice your cultivation time, and even fork out your own money for the sake of the students.
'But it's also because of this that your weakness is too obvious.
'For the sake of this 100,000 gold, you'll definitely agree.
'Because in your heart, the entire academy is much more important than Fang Xingjian.'
Jackson sank into deep thought for a very long time before sighing and saying, "Can you let me have a chat with the Yellowstone Trade Association's President?"
Edger smiled, "Of course." 'That guy is just a puppet. No matter how well you put it, he'll definitely not agree to your request.'
"Headmaster, after the meeting, I'll help you arrange a meeting with the Yellowstone Trade Association's President. There's one more thing. The Superior Remains Divine Weapon that Governor Devitt forged for our academy is already on its way here, but the ownership of this Remains Divine Weapon …"
Jackson frowned and asked, "How do you know about this?"
Edger smiled and did not say anything, only continuing to say, "Although this Superior Remains Divine Weapon belongs to Fang Xingjian in name, we all know that Fang Xingjian's current condition is not suitable for him to possess such a Divine Weapon. For a blind person to possess such a Divine Weapon, not only would it be dangerous for him, it would also be very dangerous for the people around him."
"The materials for this Superior Remains Divine Weapon all came from Huang Lin and Kirst's City Lord," Jackson said, glaring at him. "We have no right to decide on it."
"I know. I just want to say that if this Divine Weapon were to be in Fang Xingjian's hands, it would be a waste for both him and us." He smiled, "Therefore, I hope to borrow this Divine Weapon from him. Mmm … Let's charge it at ten gold a day. How about it? Of course, we'll pay after the Regional Selection is over. Before that, we have too many things to spend money on. I hope that Fang Xingjian can understand this. "
"After all, the Regional Selection will be held in four months' time. We must find ways to increase the students' battle prowess. If this Superior Remains Divine Weapon is given to Hamil or Ralph, it would greatly increase the chances of them passing the Regional Selection."
This price was not considered high, but it was definitely not low either. Looking at the instructors around him who were nodding in agreement, Jackson closed his eyes. However, he could not find any reason to reject it.
Edger smiled and thought to himself, 'This sum of money … Hmph hmph … Do you really think that I'll pay for it? I'll drag it out for a few months until the Regional Selection is over. With my plans, who would still remember this blind man? '
"Jackson, I'll pick up the faces that you've torn off in the past one by one."
…
On the other side, Kirst's City Lord had also arrived at the academy. Seeing Lilia bustling about like a maid, a hint of regret flashed in his eyes.
He pulled her out and said coldly, "What are you still doing here?"
"I want to take care of Teacher," Lilia said stubbornly, "Teacher is blind now. I can't just leave him like this."
"He needs you to take care of him?" Kirst said in exasperation, "There's still four more months to the Prefectural Selection. Look at what you've been doing all day?"
Lilia lowered her head and said weakly, "I've decided not to participate in the Prefectural Selection."
"What did you say?" Kirst's City Lord's eyes widened to the size of a cow's. "Not participating in the Prefectural Selection? Just because of this blind man? He's already a cripple, do you understand? You're going to delay your entire life for him? "
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