Looking at the fading figure of the leader of one of the most famous universities in the world, Zhang Lisheng suddenly sincerely felt that wealth was a very magical thing, especially in a society that paid attention to 'fair trading'.
Just as he was lost in his thoughts, he suddenly heard Stephen shout from beside him. "President Hannes, I've found such a generous donor for the school, so can I get a fixed parking space outside the laboratory building?"
"I'm sorry, Professor Stephen. Money can't let us get everything we want.
If you want to get a fixed parking space, you'll have to win the Nobel Prize in Biomedicine first. " Hannes waved his hand without looking back and entered his car, completely ignoring Stephen's ensuing roar. "Sh * t! That prize should have been awarded to me 25 years ago after I successfully conducted the 'dolphin thalamus-human anastomosis experiment'!"
Upon hearing this, Maggette, who was by the side, immediately whispered with a grave expression, "Stephen, are you crazy?! How dare you shout out that damn experiment so loudly in public?!
At that time, you secretly dissected the brains of more than 100 baiji dolphins without permission! This scandal is enough to ruin your reputation! "
"It's exactly because you have so many scruples that you've wasted your talent and will never become a great scientist, Maggette!" Stephen curled his lips in disdain in the face of his friend's warning. "Let's go, Lisheng! I'll bring you to do the enrollment registration. I guarantee that you'll be able to get a Doctor of Science degree in Stanford in three years at most."
"Stephen! Sh * t! You can't instill such a promise in your student's mind before enrollment …"
"Come on, Maggette! This child's contribution to the development of biology is already much greater than yours. If you can get a Doctor of Science degree, of course, he can too!" Stephen waved his hand disapprovingly and brought Zhang Lisheng, who had an awkward expression on his face, away.
The two of them drove for a while and turned into a new campus. At once, a crowded scene that resembled the supermarket's discount on Sunday entered Zhang Lisheng's sight.
Stephen slowly parked the car by the side of the road. "Do you still think that the Stanford campus is deserted?"
"Looks like I was wrong, Professor." Zhang Lisheng opened his mouth. "It's so crowded here. I'm afraid we'll have to queue until two o 'clock in the morning to complete the admission procedures."
"You're wrong again, Lisheng. The admission procedures for ordinary freshmen can be completed by themselves on any computer in Stanford University's local network. Most of these children are here to choose their clubs."
"Then why am I here? I'm not interested in club activities." Zhang Lisheng walked out of the car and followed beside Stephen. Following the shade of the trees, they avoided the happy and excited Stanford freshmen and finally squeezed into a three-story office building with wide eaves painted in reddish-brown color.
When he entered the corridor of the office building, the surroundings became quiet. Stephen panted. "Of course, I know that. I remember you didn't join any clubs in Lowbige.
The reason I brought you here is because you're a special admission student. According to Stanford's inflexible school rules, you must register with the Student Management Office before you can be considered as an official student.
The seventh door on the left should be this one. "He counted the steps and arrived at an old, heavy wooden door on the first floor of the office building.
The young man followed behind him and said with a smile, "In that case, let's complete the registration quickly, Professor.
I forgot to tell you that my secretary has prepared a mansion with two swimming pools for me near Silicon Valley. You're welcome to be my guest today. "
"Sounds good." Steven nodded, knocked on the door, and walked into the office.
The office looked very ordinary, with an area that was neither too big nor too small. There was a desk, two office chairs facing each other, and two beige sofas separated by a coffee table. The style of the furniture was a little old, but it looked very sturdy and durable, with a thick California practical style.
Upon hearing the sound of the door opening, the owner of the office, a Caucasian man in his forties to fifties who looked serious and stiff, wearing a clean and well-ironed old gray suit with a face as dry as cured meat, raised his head and asked expressionlessly, "Is there anything I can help you with, gentlemen?"
"Hello, Mr. Fegri. I'm Stephen Pigros from the Department of Biology. I've called you this morning."
"Oh, hello, Professor Stephen. Are you here to handle the admission procedures for the specially recruited graduate student? Please sit down and wait for a while." The skinny Caucasian man stood up and shook Stephen's hand. Then, he looked at Zhang Lisheng and pointed to the office chair opposite him. "Sit here, young man."
"Yes, sir." Zhang Lisheng sat on the office chair in a well-behaved manner.
"Your name is Lisheng Zhang …" After fiddling with his keyboard for a while, Fegri looked at the computer screen on the desk and asked the young man a few extremely simple questions. After making some notes, he stood up and took the initiative to extend his hand. "Alright, Mr. Zhang Lisheng. Congratulations on becoming the youngest graduate student in the Department of Biology at Stanford University this year."
"Thank you, Mr. Fegri. I can't wait to become a member of this great university. In fact, in order to better integrate into Stanford, I've even bought a house here." Zhang Lisheng shook hands with the middle-aged man who was skinnier than him and casually said, "In that case, I won't disturb your work anymore …"
"Wait a minute, Mr. Zhang Lisheng. There's one thing I want to remind you. If you've bought a house in Stanford, I'm afraid you can't use it unless it's a holiday because you'll have to live on campus usually."
"Why?" Zhang Lisheng was stunned for a moment before saying in shock, "Isn't this the Stanford that 'Die Luft der Freiheit weht'? Don't tell me that they'll force students to live on campus?"
"Mr. Fegri, my student is a graduate student, not a freshman or a transfer student. Even though it's indeed his first year here, the rule of mandatory accommodation doesn't apply to him." Stephen also chimed in.
"You've misunderstood, Professor Stephen. It's not us who asked your student to live on campus, but it's Ms. Li Lili, Mr. Zhang Lisheng's mother, who asked her son to live on campus.
According to Californian law, as his guardian, she has the right to make such a request before Mr. Zhang Lisheng turns 23. "
Upon hearing such an answer, Zhang Lisheng was stunned. He knew very well that ever since he found out that his career was rising at a bizarre speed and that it was becoming more and more influential, his mother, who was an educator, had always wanted to train him to set up a positive world view.
In the last few days before he arrived at Stanford, Lili had repeatedly emphasized that he should interact more with his peers and make more friends. She also told him not to think that he was better than everyone else and to learn to treat others humbly from the bottom of his heart. These things might seem insignificant, but they were actually very important and valuable to a person's life.
Now that Zhang Lisheng understood the intention of his mother's words, he could more or less understand his mother's painstaking efforts. However, for someone like him who had recently spent close to a year to cultivate the secret method continuously,
However, for a wizard like him who had recently spent nearly a year to continuously cultivate the secret method and had even destroyed a native tribe on the foreign world's island, it was very difficult for him to finally complete one-third of the Rank-6 Wizard's cultivation by killing two tribal guardians and thousands of natives, it was really difficult for him to live in the same dormitory as a stranger in the university and carefully carry out the secret method cultivation at night.
"I don't understand why California has such an absurd law, Mr. Fegri." For this reason, his calm expression gradually changed, and the tough characteristics of an arrogant big shot involuntarily exuded out of him. Zhang Lisheng raised his objection. "I can run for the mayor of Stanford City after I turn 18 years old, but I must be forced to live on campus …"
"I've told you before, Mr. Zhang Lisheng, this is not forced to live on campus. It's your mother, Ms. Li Lili, who proposed this according to Californian law that Stanford University must take over the guardianship of you from selling alcoholic beverages and tobacco without permission under her authorization.
Also, it must fulfill its obligation to provide accommodation for students.
Such a law came from the era of alcohol prohibition in the 1930s. At that time, California was still a barren land. Most of the universities here were unable to provide the necessary accommodation for students. Many young people who went to college lived outside and slowly learned to earn some pocket money by selling moonshine. In the end … "Fegri explained in detail with a blank expression on his face.
"What if I must live outside?"
"Then there are only three ways. Either you drop out of Stanford.
You can either drop out of Stanford or ask your mother to withdraw the application.
Or you can sue this Californian law as unconstitutional in the US federal court and win, "Fegri said solemnly.
"Mr. Fegri, I've just donated 50 million USD to this university …" Zhang Lisheng was stumped for a moment and had no choice but to use his trump card.
Fegri was stunned for a moment before replying in a formal manner, "Looks like I've been too simple with you, Mr. Zhang Lisheng. Thank you for your donation to Stanford University. Please believe that every cent of your donation will become the cornerstone of human scientific progress.
However, this matter has nothing to do with what we've just talked about. The law is the law. I'm sorry. "
Zhang Lisheng opened his mouth and shifted his gaze to Steven. Then, he saw the professor who had always been arrogant in his mind shrugged and said helplessly, "Mr. Fegri is right, Lisheng. The law is the law.
But don't worry, there's always a way to accommodate things. As a graduate student, if you're really not used to living in a dormitory, you can also stay in the lab all night long. I used to do this when I was in college. "
"I have the ability to influence the US election, but I don't have the right not to live in a dormitory when I'm in college. What the hell is this …" Zhang Lisheng muttered to himself and took out his phone to search for his mother's number. After hesitating for a long time, he finally put his phone back into his pocket and looked at the middle-aged man who looked like a piece of cured meat in front of him before asking helplessly, "Mr. Fegri, does Stanford have a single dormitory?"
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