Smart bore around Stanford's expansive, city-like campus, and stopped outside a spired British building amid a series of mutters from Zhang Lisheng, who was sitting in the passenger seat, "Professor, I think you'd better slow down..."

"Professor Stephen, this is like a church. Stepping out of the car, Zhang Lisheng breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the building not far away, and saw a huge 'cross' hanging above his head, and there was a mural of 'Acura of the Saints' under the 'cross', and couldn't help but say in surprise.

"Of course this is the church, didn't you have a 'Googie' before you came to Stanford, and the most famous 'memorial church'?" Steven parked his car and strode towards the church with the youth.

"I didn't have any information about Stanford, so I was expecting a surprise at the beginning of the semester," Zhang replied casually, "but I never thought that I would be able to come to the church to meet the head of the department on the first day of university." ”

"It's a hypocritical tradition, and every year at the beginning of the school year, the Stanford administrators go to the Memorial Chapel to pray, and we happen to be here today to block all of them. Stephen pushed open the door of the church and lowered his voice, "I believe that God will forgive us for the sake of the progress of human science." ”

"It's about forgiving yourself. Zhang Lisheng pouted and followed his former biology teacher into the Stanford Memorial Chapel.

The interior of the church is beautiful and splendour, and the hundreds of white candles lit on the altar give a vivid dreamlike feeling to the angels flying on the walls that were otherwise dimly lit. It was as if those angels of God were about to fly in front of people's faces.

And on the statue of Christ facing the world, the compassionate expression of the Son is also extremely holy and clean.

"This, this place is really, really a sacred and solemn place," looking around, the young man didn't know what Lu Dao was for, and suddenly remembered the scene when he was worshiped by the natives a few days ago, and detached himself and said: "This is the real religion, the real faith..."

"God willing. Stephen, who was used to coming to the Memorial Church, did not have the feeling of amazement that Zhang Lisheng had, he just habitually recited a prayer and set his sights on the target. He led the young man directly to a man who was sitting on a wooden chair. Holding the Bible, following the priest, beside the short, thin, bald old man who was silently chanting, "Margot." I have 'good things' to look for you. ”

"Oh God. And there are 'good things'. Stephen, you have another 'good thing' to find me.

And even chased to the church, aren't you afraid of going to hell?" Hearing Stephen's nightmarish voice, the head of the biology department at Stanford University was shocked. He raised it and cursed in a low voice: "You want to recruit a rich boy who didn't finish the eleventh grade and loves adventure to enter Stanford as a graduate student, I agreed, that's your right;

You have just resumed teaching and are about to preside over a laboratory, and I agreed, and I took the opportunity to get you a tenured faculty offer, because you have this talent;

You need enough money to expand the lab, I have allocated nearly a quarter of the budget of the biology department to you, and now other labs can't even afford toilet paper, but you are not satisfied.

Stephen, I'm your best friend, I respect you and love you...

Oh, of course it's not that kind of 'love', it's friendship, but now that I'm at Mass, you know what a devout believer I am..."

"Don't complain about Margot, I've just found a patron for the school who can write a check for fifty million at any time.

Moreover, this patron also promised that if Stanford was willing to build a biological laboratory in the 'otherworldly world' for me to preside, he could sponsor 100 million meters of funding every year. After listening to the bald old man's complaint for a while, Stephen suddenly said leisurely.

"What are you talking about, Stephen," Margot paused and opened his mouth, "I don't have auditory hallucinations, you said you found a patron who was willing to write a check for fifty million to fund your research.

And he's willing to spend 100 million a year to fund you to build a biological laboratory in the otherworldly realm?"

"Yes, Margit. ”

"Is he crazy with your weird temper?" Margot blurted out.

In addition to scientists working for the government, scholars working in universities or research institutions often conduct fundraising activities such as lectures and dinners in order to obtain sufficient research funds.

In this case, unless they have achieved great achievements that are well-known to the average person, well-educated and handsome scientists will naturally receive much more financial support than those with eccentric, strong, and unkempt personalities.

Of the two types of scientists, Stephen undoubtedly belongs to the latter.

"Margott, a real scientist will always be appreciated," Stephen seemed to remember some unpleasant memories, his face became gloomy, and he pointed to Zhang Lisheng beside him and said: "My patron is my former student, thesis collaborator Zhang Lisheng, that is, the 'rich boy who loves adventure' in your mouth."

With the largest slaughterhouse in New York City and a passion for biology, he is well equipped and motivated to deliver on his promises. ”

Hearing Stephen say this, Margot noticed that sitting next to him with the strange professor was a thin young man with an Asian face and a helpless expression.

He looked at Zhang Lisheng carefully, stretched out his hand, and said hesitantly: "Hello young man, Professor Stephen said that you are the owner of the largest slaughterhouse in New York City..."

"Hello Dr. Margit, I know your doubts, please wait. As the head of the Stanford Department of Biology, Margot could not have a teaching position, but he must have a 'Doctor of Science' degree, Zhang Lisheng shook hands with him very politely, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, found the official website of LS Group, clicked on it, and handed him the mobile phone.

Margot took the phone suspiciously and looked at it, his eyes gradually brightened, and then he clicked on several authoritative websites that introduce large enterprises in the United States, and returned the phone to Zhang Lisheng with a smile, "Mr. Lisheng, you are a very smart and direct young man."

I'm sorry, I don't have much contact with the slaughtering industry, I didn't expect this industry to be so lucrative, it seems that your economic strength is not a problem at all, we can talk about it later...

Well, maybe I'll take you to meet Principal Hannes after Mass later, and he'll be happy to talk to you about 100 million dollars a year. ”

"Good Dr. Margot, my money is already in the bank, waiting to flow into the account at Stanford University, if President Hannes agrees to my terms. Zhang Lisheng said with a smile.

"Don't worry, Mr. Li Sheng, your request is very reasonable, and Principal Hannis should not refuse.

Now that we have entered an incredible era, it is also beneficial for Stanford to be able to make arrangements in the 'otherworldly world' first. Margot thought for a moment and promised.

After the mass, when the president of Stanford, who looked like an ordinary white old man, met Zhang Lisheng, talked a few words, and figured out the purpose of the young man, he immediately agreed to all the donation conditions he had preset.

In fact, Zhang Lisheng is willing to spend so much money to sponsor Stanford when his business is expanding and funds are tight, which is nothing more than wanting to use the reputation and influence of this university to build a biological laboratory in the 'Sea Shrimp No. 2 World Realm' as soon as possible, so that he can travel between the Anthropocene and the 'Otherworldly World' openly during his studies.

Therefore, when he heard that Hannes readily agreed to his request, he immediately transferred 50 million meters directly to Stanford's account outside the Memorial Chapel.

If you want to fish, the bait must be prepared first, and Zhang Lisheng has always been unambiguous in this regard.

"Oh, Mr. Li Sheng, you really have a very decisive character, no wonder you can make such a big career in such a short period of time with a new technique. Even though he had met many big-money donors, Hannes had no idea that the young man in front of him would be able to deliver on his promise with just a few words of his own.

Zhang Lisheng smiled and said very frankly: "Principal Hannis, after 50 million, there will be 100 million yuan of financial sponsorship every year, I don't think anyone will make a move to make this good thing go to waste." ”

"Young man, since you have asked that half of the commercial benefits that may be generated in the future from the biological experiments that Stanford has built in the otherworldly realm belong to you, then this money is not a sponsorship, but a cooperation.

You pay for it, and we pay for it. ”

"Don't forget, President Hannis, it is still unknown whether this laboratory will generate commercial benefits in the future, after all, after the laboratory is completed, the research topics and research directions will be led by Professor Stephen, who is a freewheeling scientist. ”

"That's not bad, you have a point," Hannes was stunned for a moment, and looked at Stephen with an excited expression beside him, "Okay, I'll go back to the office and call a few old friends now to see if I can get permission to set up a biological laboratory in the 'Sea Shrimp II World' as soon as possible."

Now that we have sufficient funds for preliminary preparation, we will try to do this before all the universities in the United States. ”

"Alright, I'm going to go with Professor Stephen to continue the admissions process, and I'll see President Hannes again. Zhang Lisheng smiled and stretched out his hand.

"Goodbye, rich young people who love science, and I'm glad you to be a part of Stanford.

See Margot and Stephen again. Hannes shook his hand and slowly walked towards his second-hand Beetle. (To be continued.) )