Chapter 239: Tricks
See the old friend asked bluntly, William. Rogers no longer concealed it, strolled back to his desk and sat down, and said softly: "He is willing to donate 200 million meters at one time to build a new comprehensive laboratory building for us, and then continue to donate and purchase corresponding instruments and equipment for 10 years, no less than 30 million meters per year." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
The request was that the Massachusetts Institute of Technology confer on him an honorary doctorate. ā
Honorary doctorate is an honorary academic title commonly awarded by most countries in the world, which sounds like it is just a kind of degree obtained without hard work, and it is worthless, but in fact, in Western countries, it is more difficult to obtain than the highest level of academic title in the academic structure, Doctor of Philosophy, and the gold content is extremely high.
So I listened to William, Brown. Vigo's always plain face finally showed an angry face, and he roared: "William. Rogers, do you know what you're talking about!
We are MIT, not some unknown pheasant college built in an apartment building in the Federation, and even ordinary Nobel laureates are not necessarily eligible for our honorary titles, and you, you are going to sell such honors to, to an upstart..."
"Don't get excited, old friend, don't get excited," he couldn't say anymore when he saw Brown's anger. Rogers sighed and continued to say in a soft tone: "I know this matter is a bit outrageous, but you should also think about it, he paid a total of 500 million yuan worth of donations."
If you hire a Nobel laureate on a salary, 10 is enough, and maybe there will be benefits in the future..."
"Pros, pros, you just think about the pros, don't you think that the reputation of a university can be compared to money?" Brown. Vigauche took a breath and interrupted William with a roar. Rogers' words.
I didn't expect William. Rogers shrugged and said, "In the old days, MIT would have been swallowed up by Harvard University if it weren't for the donations of oil tycoons.
Although the reputation of the university is important, in an economy like the United States, money is also a necessity for our survival, isn't it? ā
Hearing this, Brown. Vigo stammered angrily but had nothing to answer, and finally could only roar weakly: "I knew this, I knew that after graduating from my doctorate, I should have agreed to the invitation of Tsinghua University in China to teach and do research in China."
It's really hell, just last night I heard a friend who works in China say that some students in China were defrauded of eight or nine million in order to study in a better university, and in the end they were unsuccessful, and if they donated some money to the university in the United States, they would have received the admission letter in a grand manner.
Why, why is it that the same superpower has such different attitudes towards scholarship and honor in two countries..."
"Oh, Brown, don't talk so far, okay," Feeling Brown. Vigo was already a little deflated, William. Rogers said more and more gently: "500 million rice dollars are about 3 billion yuan converted into Chinese dollars, and it may not be impossible to buy an honorary doctorate in a famous university in China with so much money."
There are so many prestigious universities in Boston, and hundreds of PhDs graduate every year, and at least 10% of them are willing to sell everything they have for 5 million meters;
If the money is raised to 50 million, this proportion will even rise to half, let alone 500 million, everyone's values are different, for example, I am honestly said that when I first heard that the young man was willing to donate 500 million meters in exchange for an honorary doctorate, I thought he was an idiot.
And now you think that his desire to buy an honorary degree from MIT for a mere 500 million meters is simply whimsical, so we have to solve it through communication..."
It's a pity that he talks endlessly, but Brown. Vigo didn't buy it at all, shook his head and said resolutely: "There's nothing to communicate about this matter, William. Rogers, I wouldn't agree anyway.
Hmph, I thought you were looking for me to discuss the scholarship budget in front of the school board, but I didn't expect to use my position as chairman of the Massachusetts Academic Degrees Committee to award an honorary title to an upstart kid, telling you that this is impossible, absolutely impossible...", stood up to himself and walked towards the door.
"Brown. Vigo, you stubborn old bastard, do you know how difficult it is to run a private university in such a sluggish economic environment, famous schools, famous schools, and century-old famous schools are in decline and bankrupt..."See Brown. Vigo was so stubborn, William. Rogers finally became angry, looked at the back of his old friend, and yelled.
And when these two Milican academic giants quarreled like children, in the presidential suite on the top floor of a five-star tourist hotel in downtown Boston, Zhang Longchu and Howard sat opposite each other by the floor-to-ceiling window, condescendingly looking out the bustling street outside the window, drinking freshly awakened red wine and eating fruit, while talking in a low voice.
"The first step has been carried out perfectly, and I reckon that President William must have communicated with Professor Brown about your donation for an honorary degree, no matter who persuaded him in the end, but at least for a short time, with Professor Brown's old-fashioned personality and love for honor, he will definitely be very angry and refuse.
In this case, President William will redouble his friendly attitude towards you for fear that you will regret donating, and will 100% invite you to the MIT founding celebration party held in 3 days, so that you can see how many political and business celebrities in the United States want to line up to donate to Massachusetts.
On such occasions, all the famous professors in the university will attend, and I will also mingle as a work-study waiter and introduce you to Professor Kafir.
He is the most philistine in the B9 laboratory building, an old fox who is bold and obsessed with scientific research, and now he wants to change to the latest model of high-voltage concentrator, and if he waits for the school to allocate funds, he doesn't know that the Year of the Monkey will be in hand, so when he sees Principal William being so polite to you at the fundraising party, he will definitely inquire about your identity, and then coax you to pay for this vain wronged man.
When the time comes, as long as we trick this full professor who has a tenured teaching position at MIT and the title of head of the high-energy physics discipline to take the bait, and enter his laboratory, everything will be as you like. ā
"It's as simple as that," Zhang Longchu asked with some skepticism, "but can the nuclear fuel stored in a laboratory ensure that I can receive enough thermal radiation?" ā
"Hey man, do you know how much energy it takes to do a forward-looking, high-energy physics experiment now, which is enough to convert into electricity enough to take hundreds of thousands of people in the entire city of Cambridge in one week.
If it weren't for the cheap nuclear energy, we physicists would have been a lot earlier..."Hearing this, Howard shrugged his shoulders and replied disdainfully, and before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhang Longchu's pout: "Howard, you are just a college student who has squeezed into a prestigious university, but you are not a physicist."
Okay man, don't be proud, can things really be solved so easily, why do I think it's so unreliable. ā
"What's wrong with that," Howard said, waving his hand, "It's really hard to steal nuclear fuel out of the B9 laboratory, and it's likely that we'll be blown into meat sauce by the Department of Defense's precision-guided missiles before we even leave the Massachusetts campus, or be chased by formed Navy SEALs."
However, using them directly in the laboratory are two completely different concepts.
To be honest, many physicists and experimental assistants make ice milk every day at noon, using nuclear cold-light guns instead of refrigerators, and baking bread with high-pressure condensers that can make synthetic diamonds.
In short, just as a pound of morphine can be sold for thousands of dollars on the black market, but in a hospice it is as common as glucose water, and in the outside world, nuclear fuel may be worth a fortune, but in the B9 laboratory, it is just a cheap energy source. ā
After listening to this explanation, Zhang Longchu finally showed a relieved expression and said: "So that's the case, no wonder you are so sure in the past few days." ā
"Now don't worry, brother," Howard said with a smile, "Then you just have to wait patiently...", before he could finish speaking, he suddenly heard the mobile phone in Zhang Longchu's pocket ringing 'Toot Toot Too...'.
Zhang Longchu took out his mobile phone and looked at it, his eyes lit up, and he whispered to Howard, "It's President William of your university." The phone was connected, and suddenly the gentle voice of the president of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology came from the microphone, "Yes, Mr. Zhang Longchu, good afternoon." ā
"I'm Zhang Longchu," Zhang Longchu deliberately referred to William with his academic title rather than his title. Rogers replied, "Good afternoon, Dr. William."
Excuse me, I hope you have good news for me. ā
"Mr. Zhang, there is a saying in the United States that spirits always get better and better as they get older, but good news is not so easy to hear," said William. Rogers smiled on the phone and said, "But the news I brought you is not bad.
Three days later, MIT Founding Day will be held in the school's oldest auditorium, where we will host an annual gala party featuring distinguished alumni, scientific giants, and some of the most outstanding people who have made outstanding contributions to society. ā
"Yes, Dr. William," Zhang Longchu said in a surprised tone, "Oh, such a grand event must meet many extraordinary people, and I am honored to have the opportunity to participate." ā
"We are also honored to invite you to be so young and willing to revitalize the cause of education in the United States," he agreed. Rogers said with a smile: "I will send the electronic version of the ticket directly to your mobile phone, with the specific time and place on it, and you can bring a female companion to participate at that time."
By the way, if you have time before that, you can come and talk to me, and I'd love to talk to a brilliant young man like you, so as not to get out of fashion, goodbye. After a few more gossip, he hung up the phone. (To be continued.) )