Chapter 66 2 request
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Mo Bi Mei Le Mo
Time passed minute by minute.
In the principal's office, there were strange laughter of "quack quack ~" from time to time.
The students and teachers who passed by looked at each other in blank dismay, wondering why the old principal, who was known for his rigidity on weekdays, was so strange today, with a sinister smile.
"Student Jiang, are you serious?" Hu Zhiming hugged Jiang Lang's arm in surprise, his face full of disbelief.
As for Wu Yonglong, who was on the side, was already stupid.
He stared blankly at Jiang Lang, with a look of doubting his life.
Didn't you come to apply for "Honorary Alumni"?
Why do you suddenly donate money and still play so big!
Jiang Lang said dumbfoundedly: "Principal, what I said is true, 30 billion can be credited at any time!"
After a pause, Jiang Lang's face became a little more serious.
"However, I have two requests."
Ho Chi Minh breathed a sigh of relief, as long as there is a request, he is afraid that there is no request.
He glared angrily at Wu Yonglong, who was stunned beside him, and yelled: "Hurry up, make a cup of tea for Jiang, by the way, go to my cabinet and get that good Dahongpao!"
Wu Yonglong was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help but explode in his heart.
Gan!
I'm a tutor, how can there be a reason for a tutor to make tea for students?
Moreover, Dahongpao!
He begged the principal for a long time, but he never drank.
As the principal of Shanghai University, Ho Chi Minh's collection of tea is naturally not simple, although it is not the legendary "Wuyi Mountain Mother Tree Dahongpao" that is worth a thousand dollars!
But anyway, it is also the second generation of grafting, and the price is not cheap.
He was indignant.
Looking at Ho Chi Minh's unfriendly eyes, he shrank his head secretly and went to make tea honestly.
The tea is served, the fragrance of tea is overflowing!
Jiang Lang doesn't know how to taste tea, it's a pleasure that educated people understand. He picked up the cup and gulped down the dates in one gulp, making the corners of the eyes of the two people around him twitch slightly.
Jiang Lang licked his lips and put down his cup.
"Delicious!"
"Cough~" Ho Chi Minh coughed dryly, a trace of heartache flashed across his face.
"If you like it, take it home and drink more."
"Shouzi, a gentleman doesn't steal people's love." Jiang Lang glanced at the other party with a half-smile, shook his head, and refused.
As soon as the voice changed, he went on to say: "First, I need to set up a joint management account. I will not ask how you use the money."
"Whether you use it to improve the treatment of teachers and students, to build two more teaching buildings, or to engage in research and development...I don't care."
"But I have to understand where each money is going." Jiang Lang was worried that after the money was donated, someone would enrich his own pocket and take it for himself, resulting in the failure of the mission, and he would lose a lot.
Ho Chi Minh raised his eyebrows slightly and nodded: "Yes."
Jiang Lang snapped his fingers and continued: "Second, I hope there will be 10 billion in it as a stipend for poor students."
"Moreover, I will send someone to supervise this money, and only distribute it to students who really need it." This is what he felt.
Many people from poor families are unwilling to apply at all. Maybe it is because of their living environment since they were young, or because of self-esteem, sensitivity, low self-esteem...
On the contrary, those from wealthy and well-off families rushed to apply shamelessly, for fear of being taken by others and taking the bursary for poor students as their own!
There are even some instructors who also play black-box operations...
In the end, it can be said that there are very few bursaries for poor students that can fall into the hands of those who really need them.
He has experienced these things, so he is naturally very clear.
After a pause, he said half-jokingly: "Of course, if the school can come up with a perfect solution, then there is no need for supervision."
Ho Chi Minh nodded with embarrassment, but didn't answer.
He knew what Jiang Lang was worried about, but this kind of thing happened in every school, and it would be troublesome to solve it in a short time.
Seeing this, Jiang Lang shook his head slightly, and stood up: "Okay~ I've finished what I need to say. After the joint management account is opened, the money will naturally arrive in the account!"
"If there is any problem in the future, we will contact you by phone. Now I will go first."
Seeing this, Ho Chi Minh hurriedly tried to persuade him to stay: "It's noon soon, why don't we have a light meal together in the cafeteria."
Jiang Lang glanced at the time and nodded slightly.
"Fine!"
After lunch, he bid farewell to Ho Chi Minh and Jiang Lang wandered around the campus alone, feeling the breeze gently brushing his cheeks, feeling at ease.
At this time.
"Diringling~" the phone rang suddenly.
"Hey! Old Zhao, what's the matter?" Jiang Lang said lazily while lying on the lawn of the playground.
"Brother Lang, is it convenient for you the day after tomorrow?" His voice was a little reserved, a little cautious.
Since the Jiang family was overthrown, countless people in Shanghai were like cats smelling fish, frantically scraping the Jiang family's property, and among them, the Zhao family made the most money.
After Jiang Lang handed over the information to Zhao Yanyu, the Zhao family also obtained first-hand information.
They knew very well that the Jiang family would inevitably fall, and no one could save them, even the time for their fall was counted.
However, Jiang Lang's role in it made them shudder even more.
Jiang Lang could dig up the Jiang family's black materials from more than 20 years ago. Who knows what unknown cards Jiang Lang still has in his hand.
Jiang Lang raised his eyebrows, and he could hear Zhao Zhenglong's unnatural voice, so he said helplessly, "Say something quickly, and fart quickly!"
"Eh~" Zhao Zhenglong gave a dry laugh, rubbed his fingers and continued, "That's right, the time for our match with the Imperial Capital SCC Supercar Club has been confirmed, and it will be tomorrow night!"
Contest?
Jiang Lang raised his eyebrows. To be honest, if Zhao Zhenglong hadn't said it, he would have forgotten it.
After thinking for a while, he asked back, "Is it still in the Broken Dragon Mountain in the suburbs?"
"That's right, Broken Dragon Mountain," Zhao Zhenglong replied.
After a pause, he continued, "Brother Lang, why don't you go for a test run for a couple of laps first to get a feel for it! The mountain has already been closed, and no one will disturb you."
"I heard that the drivers sent by the imperial capital have been doing test runs since this morning."
Zhao Zhenglong's voice revealed a worry.
After all, Broken Dragon Mountain is known as the "Holy Land of Death!"
Racers who have died here in the past few years, but it happens from time to time!
Jiang Lang didn't care much, he was still very confident in the god-level car skills produced by the system.
However, after thinking about it, he replied, "Okay! I'll try it at night."
For him, there is nothing to do now anyway, it is better to go and have a look.
"Okay, when you come, tell me that the foot of the mountain has been sealed off, and no one will be able to enter."
"ok~"
Jiang Lang replied lightly, and the phone had just hung up.
A faint fragrance entered the tip of the nose.
"Student Jiang, why are you hiding here?" Liu Hongyi didn't know when she came, and sat beside him with her waist twisted.
Three thousand blue hair danced with the wind, looking at him with a sideways smile.
In the principal's office, there were strange laughter of "quack quack ~" from time to time.
The students and teachers who passed by looked at each other in blank dismay, wondering why the old principal, who was known for his rigidity on weekdays, was so strange today, with a sinister smile.
"Student Jiang, are you serious?" Hu Zhiming hugged Jiang Lang's arm in surprise, his face full of disbelief.
As for Wu Yonglong, who was on the side, was already stupid.
He stared blankly at Jiang Lang, with a look of doubting his life.
Didn't you come to apply for "Honorary Alumni"?
Why do you suddenly donate money and still play so big!
Jiang Lang said dumbfoundedly: "Principal, what I said is true, 30 billion can be credited at any time!"
After a pause, Jiang Lang's face became a little more serious.
"However, I have two requests."
Ho Chi Minh breathed a sigh of relief, as long as there is a request, he is afraid that there is no request.
He glared angrily at Wu Yonglong, who was stunned beside him, and yelled: "Hurry up, make a cup of tea for Jiang, by the way, go to my cabinet and get that good Dahongpao!"
Wu Yonglong was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help but explode in his heart.
Gan!
I'm a tutor, how can there be a reason for a tutor to make tea for students?
Moreover, Dahongpao!
He begged the principal for a long time, but he never drank.
As the principal of Shanghai University, Ho Chi Minh's collection of tea is naturally not simple, although it is not the legendary "Wuyi Mountain Mother Tree Dahongpao" that is worth a thousand dollars!
But anyway, it is also the second generation of grafting, and the price is not cheap.
He was indignant.
Looking at Ho Chi Minh's unfriendly eyes, he shrank his head secretly and went to make tea honestly.
The tea is served, the fragrance of tea is overflowing!
Jiang Lang doesn't know how to taste tea, it's a pleasure that educated people understand. He picked up the cup and gulped down the dates in one gulp, making the corners of the eyes of the two people around him twitch slightly.
Jiang Lang licked his lips and put down his cup.
"Delicious!"
"Cough~" Ho Chi Minh coughed dryly, a trace of heartache flashed across his face.
"If you like it, take it home and drink more."
"Shouzi, a gentleman doesn't steal people's love." Jiang Lang glanced at the other party with a half-smile, shook his head, and refused.
As soon as the voice changed, he went on to say: "First, I need to set up a joint management account. I will not ask how you use the money."
"Whether you use it to improve the treatment of teachers and students, to build two more teaching buildings, or to engage in research and development...I don't care."
"But I have to understand where each money is going." Jiang Lang was worried that after the money was donated, someone would enrich his own pocket and take it for himself, resulting in the failure of the mission, and he would lose a lot.
Ho Chi Minh raised his eyebrows slightly and nodded: "Yes."
Jiang Lang snapped his fingers and continued: "Second, I hope there will be 10 billion in it as a stipend for poor students."
"Moreover, I will send someone to supervise this money, and only distribute it to students who really need it." This is what he felt.
Many people from poor families are unwilling to apply at all. Maybe it is because of their living environment since they were young, or because of self-esteem, sensitivity, low self-esteem...
On the contrary, those from wealthy and well-off families rushed to apply shamelessly, for fear of being taken by others and taking the bursary for poor students as their own!
There are even some instructors who also play black-box operations...
In the end, it can be said that there are very few bursaries for poor students that can fall into the hands of those who really need them.
He has experienced these things, so he is naturally very clear.
After a pause, he said half-jokingly: "Of course, if the school can come up with a perfect solution, then there is no need for supervision."
Ho Chi Minh nodded with embarrassment, but didn't answer.
He knew what Jiang Lang was worried about, but this kind of thing happened in every school, and it would be troublesome to solve it in a short time.
Seeing this, Jiang Lang shook his head slightly, and stood up: "Okay~ I've finished what I need to say. After the joint management account is opened, the money will naturally arrive in the account!"
"If there is any problem in the future, we will contact you by phone. Now I will go first."
Seeing this, Ho Chi Minh hurriedly tried to persuade him to stay: "It's noon soon, why don't we have a light meal together in the cafeteria."
Jiang Lang glanced at the time and nodded slightly.
"Fine!"
After lunch, he bid farewell to Ho Chi Minh and Jiang Lang wandered around the campus alone, feeling the breeze gently brushing his cheeks, feeling at ease.
At this time.
"Diringling~" the phone rang suddenly.
"Hey! Old Zhao, what's the matter?" Jiang Lang said lazily while lying on the lawn of the playground.
"Brother Lang, is it convenient for you the day after tomorrow?" His voice was a little reserved, a little cautious.
Since the Jiang family was overthrown, countless people in Shanghai were like cats smelling fish, frantically scraping the Jiang family's property, and among them, the Zhao family made the most money.
After Jiang Lang handed over the information to Zhao Yanyu, the Zhao family also obtained first-hand information.
They knew very well that the Jiang family would inevitably fall, and no one could save them, even the time for their fall was counted.
However, Jiang Lang's role in it made them shudder even more.
Jiang Lang could dig up the Jiang family's black materials from more than 20 years ago. Who knows what unknown cards Jiang Lang still has in his hand.
Jiang Lang raised his eyebrows, and he could hear Zhao Zhenglong's unnatural voice, so he said helplessly, "Say something quickly, and fart quickly!"
"Eh~" Zhao Zhenglong gave a dry laugh, rubbed his fingers and continued, "That's right, the time for our match with the Imperial Capital SCC Supercar Club has been confirmed, and it will be tomorrow night!"
Contest?
Jiang Lang raised his eyebrows. To be honest, if Zhao Zhenglong hadn't said it, he would have forgotten it.
After thinking for a while, he asked back, "Is it still in the Broken Dragon Mountain in the suburbs?"
"That's right, Broken Dragon Mountain," Zhao Zhenglong replied.
After a pause, he continued, "Brother Lang, why don't you go for a test run for a couple of laps first to get a feel for it! The mountain has already been closed, and no one will disturb you."
"I heard that the drivers sent by the imperial capital have been doing test runs since this morning."
Zhao Zhenglong's voice revealed a worry.
After all, Broken Dragon Mountain is known as the "Holy Land of Death!"
Racers who have died here in the past few years, but it happens from time to time!
Jiang Lang didn't care much, he was still very confident in the god-level car skills produced by the system.
However, after thinking about it, he replied, "Okay! I'll try it at night."
For him, there is nothing to do now anyway, it is better to go and have a look.
"Okay, when you come, tell me that the foot of the mountain has been sealed off, and no one will be able to enter."
"ok~"
Jiang Lang replied lightly, and the phone had just hung up.
A faint fragrance entered the tip of the nose.
"Student Jiang, why are you hiding here?" Liu Hongyi didn't know when she came, and sat beside him with her waist twisted.
Three thousand blue hair danced with the wind, looking at him with a sideways smile.
