Smart drove around the Stanford campus that was as wide as a city. In the midst of Zhang Lisheng, who was sitting in the passenger seat, muttering, "Professor, I think it's better for you to slow down the car …", the car stopped outside an English-style building with a pointed roof.
"Professor Stephen, this seems to be a church." After walking out of the car, Zhang Lisheng breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the building not far away. To his surprise, he saw a huge cross hanging high above his head with a mural of the 'Eulogy of the Saints' under the cross. At once, he could not help but exclaim in surprise.
"Of course, this is a church. Before you came to Stanford, didn't you 'Googie' (Google) the most famous' Memorial Church '?" Stephen parked the car and strode towards the church with the young man.
"I didn't 'Google' any information about Stanford, so I was looking forward to having a surprise when the school reopens," Zhang Lisheng casually replied. "However, I didn't expect to be able to come to the church to see the dean on my first day in the university."
"This is a hypocritical tradition. Every year when the school reopens, the administrators of Stanford will go to the Memorial Church to pray. We just so happen to be here today, so we can see all of them." Stephen pushed open the church door and lowered his voice. "I believe that God will forgive us for the sake of the progress of human science."
"It's forgiving yourself." Zhang Lisheng curled his lips and followed his former biology teacher into the Stanford Memorial Church.
The interior of the church was magnificent and magnificent. Under the illumination of hundreds of white candles lit on the altar, the pictures of angels flying on the wall that were originally unusually dim presented a vivid and dreamy feeling, as though the messengers of God were about to fly to the people's faces.
On the statue of Christ suffering that was facing the world, the Son of God's compassionate expression also appeared to be exceptionally holy and clean.
"T-This is really a sacred and solemn place." Looking around, the young man suddenly recalled the scene of him being worshipped by the aborigines a few days ago and blurted out, "This is a real religion, a real faith …"
"May God bless us!" Stephen, who was already used to coming to the Memorial Church, did not have the same feeling of amazement that Zhang Lisheng did. He merely chanted a prayer out of habit and identified his target before bringing the young man to a short, skinny, bald old man who was sitting on a wooden chair holding a Bible and silently chanting along with the priest. "Maggette, I have something good to look for you."
"Oh, God, more" good, "Stephen, you have more" good "for me.
And you even chased me all the way to the church. Aren't you afraid of going to hell? " Upon hearing Steven's nightmarish voice, the Dean of Stanford University's Biology Department shuddered as he raised his head and cursed in a low voice, "You want to recruit a rich kid who hasn't even finished his 11th grade and loves adventure to enter Stanford as a graduate student? I've already agreed to it! That's your right!
You've just been reinstated, and you're going to be in charge of a laboratory. I've agreed, and I've even taken the opportunity to get you a lifetime teaching appointment because you have the talent.
You need sufficient funds to expand the laboratory. I've allocated almost a quarter of the Biology Department's budget to you. Now, the other laboratories can't even afford toilet paper, but you're still not satisfied.
Steven, I'm your best friend. I respect you, I love you … Oh, of course, it's not that kind of 'love'.
It's friendly love, but I'm having a mass right now. You know how devout a believer I am! This is really sh * t … "" Stop complaining, Maggette.
"Stop complaining, Maggette. I've just found a sponsor for the school who can write a cheque of 50 million at any time.
Not only that, but this sponsor has also promised that if Stanford is willing to build a biological laboratory in the foreign world for me to preside over, he can sponsor 100 million USD every year! "After listening to the bald old man's complaints for a while with a blank expression, Steven suddenly chimed in leisurely.
"What did you say, Steven?" Maggette was stunned for a moment before opening his mouth. "I'm not hallucinating, right? You said that you've actually found a sponsor who's willing to write a 50 million check to fund your research?
And he's even willing to spend 100 million every year to fund you to build a biological laboratory in the foreign world? "
"Yes, Maggette."
"With your weird temper, is he crazy?" Maggette blurted out.
In the US, other than scientists working for the government, scholars working in universities or research institutions would often hold speeches, dinners, and other fundraising activities in order to obtain sufficient research funds.
In such a case, unless it was a great achievement that was known by everyone and even ordinary people, a well-educated and good-looking scientist would naturally be able to obtain more financial support than those eccentric, overbearing, and slovenly scientists.
Among these two kinds of scientists, Steven undoubtedly belonged to the latter.
"Maggette, a real scientist will always be appreciated by others." Steven seemed to have recalled some unpleasant memories as his expression turned gloomy. Pointing at Zhang Lisheng by his side, he said, "My sponsor is my former student and my collaborator on the paper, Zhang Lisheng. He's also the 'rich boy who loves adventure' that you mentioned.
He runs the largest slaughterhouse in New York City and loves biological research. He's fully capable and has the motivation to fulfill his promise. "
Upon hearing Steven's words, Maggette finally noticed that there was also a skinny Asian young man with a helpless expression sitting next to him with this eccentric professor.
He studied Zhang Lisheng carefully and reached out his hand before saying hesitantly, "Hello, young man. Professor Steven said that you're the owner of the largest slaughterhouse in New York City …"
"Hello, Dr. Maggette. I know the doubts in your heart. Please wait a moment." As the director of Stanford's Biology Department, it was impossible for Maggette to have a teaching position, but he must have a Ph.D. in science. Zhang Lisheng shook hands with him politely and took out his phone from his pocket. After finding the LS Group's official website, he handed the phone to him.
Maggette took the phone in confusion and looked at it. His eyes gradually lit up. Then, he selected several authoritative websites that introduced large US companies and returned the phone to Zhang Lisheng with a smile. "Mr. Lisheng, you're a very smart and straightforward young man.
I'm sorry, I don't have much contact with the slaughterhouse. I didn't expect this industry to be so profitable. Looks like your financial strength is not a problem at all.
We can have a good talk later … Oh, perhaps I can take you to see President Hannes after the Mass. A sponsorship of 100 million USD per year is a large sum of money. He'll be happy to talk to you. "
"Alright, Dr. Maggette. My funds are already in the bank and they're all waiting to flow into Stanford University's account if President Hannes can agree to my conditions," Zhang Lisheng said with a smile.
"Don't worry, Mr. Lisheng. Your request is very reasonable, so President Hannes shouldn't refuse it.
Now that we've entered an incredible era, it's beneficial and harmless for Stanford to be able to make arrangements in the foreign world first. "Maggette pondered over it and made a promise in advance.
What happened next was similar to the expectations of this Dean of Biology. After the Mass, when the Stanford President, who looked like an ordinary old white man, met Zhang Lisheng and had a few words with him, he understood the young man's purpose and immediately agreed to all of Zhang Lisheng's preset donation conditions.
In fact, the reason why Zhang Lisheng was willing to spend so much money to sponsor Stanford when his business was expanding and he was short of funds was that he wanted to use the university's reputation and influence to build a biological laboratory in the Shrimp World No. 2 as soon as possible so that he could travel between the human world and the foreign world openly during his studies.
For this reason, when he heard Hannes agreeing to his request so readily, he immediately transferred 50 million USD to Stanford's account outside the memorial church.
If one wanted to fish, one must first prepare the bait. In this regard, Zhang Lisheng had never been careless.
"Oh, Mr. Lisheng, you really have a very decisive character. No wonder you can make such a big business in such a short time with just a new technology." Even though Hannes had seen many generous donors before, it still did not cross his mind that the young man in front of him would actually fulfill his promise with just a few words from him.
Zhang Lisheng smiled and said frankly, "President Hannes, after 50 million, there's still an annual funding sponsorship of 100 million. I don't think anyone would make a move that would make this good thing go to waste."
"Young man, since you've requested that half of the commercial income that Stanford's biological laboratory in the foreign world may generate in the future belong to you, then this money is no longer a sponsorship but a cooperation.
You'll provide the money, and we'll provide the brains. "
"President Hannes, don't forget that it's still unknown whether this laboratory will generate commercial income in the future or not. After all, after the laboratory is built, the research topic and research direction will be led by Professor Steven. He's a scientist who does whatever he wants."
"That's not bad! What you said makes sense too!" Hannes was stunned and looked at the excited Steven next to him. "Alright, I'll go back to the office and call a few old friends to see if I can get a permit to build a biological laboratory in the Shrimp World No. 2 as soon as possible.
Since we have sufficient preparatory funds, we must strive to do this before all of the US universities. "
"Alright then, I'll also go with Professor Steven to continue with the admission procedures. Goodbye, President Hannes." Zhang Lisheng smiled and extended his hand.
"Goodbye, rich young man who loves science! I'm glad that you can become a member of Stanford.
Goodbye, Maggette, Steven! "Hannes shook hands with Zhang Lisheng and slowly walked to his antique Beetle.
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