"Smart" was hiking around Stanford's wide city-like campus. Zhang Lisheng, who was sitting in the passenger seat, stopped outside a steep British building with a series of murmurings, "Professor, I think you'd better slow down..."

"Professor Stephen, this place seems to be a church." After walking out of the car, Zhang Lisheng breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the building not far away, he saw a huge "cross" hanging high above his head, and there was a mural of "saints' praise" under the "cross", and he couldn't help but say in surprise.

"Of course this is a church. Before you come to Stanford, did you not have the most famous "memorial church"? "Stephen parked his car and took the young man to strode towards the church.

"I don't have any information about Stanford, so I look forward to having a surprise at the start of school," Zhang Lisheng replied casually: "But I never thought that on the first day of college, I would come to the church to meet the head of the department."

"This is a hypocritical tradition. Every year the school starts, Stanford administrators will come to the Memorial Church to pray. We can block all of them today." Stephen pushed open the church door and lowered his voice, "I believe that God will forgive us for the advancement of human science."

"Forgive yourself." Zhang Lisheng curled his lips and followed his former biology teacher into the Stanford Memorial Church.

The church is magnificent and magnificent. Under the illumination of hundreds of white candles lit on the platform, the pictures of angels flying on the walls, which were originally extremely dim, present a lifelike and dreamy feeling, as if the messengers of God were about to fly to people's faces.

On the statue of Christ facing the world, the compassionate expression of the Son also seemed extremely holy and pure.

"This is really a sacred and solemn place," Looking around, the young man suddenly remembered the scene of being worshipped by the natives a few days ago, and made his debut: "This is the real religion, the real faith..."

"May God bless." Stephen, who had come to the memorial church, did not feel as amazed as Zhang Lisheng. He just habitually recited a prayer, then set his goal, and took the young man directly to a short, thin bald old man sitting on a wooden chair, holding the Bible, following the priest, silently chanting, "Magite, I have a 'good thing' to find you."

"Oh God, there are 'good things' again, Stephen, you have 'good things' again, and you want to find me.

And he even chased the church. Aren’t you afraid of going to hell?” Hearing Stephen’s nightmare voice, the director of the Biology Department of Stanford University shuddered all over, lifted up and cursed in a low voice: “You want to recruit a rich boy who hasn’t finished the eleventh grade and loves adventure to be a graduate student at Stanford. I agree, that’s your right;

You just resumed your teaching position and were about to preside over a laboratory. I agreed and took the opportunity to seek a lifelong teaching appointment for you because you have this talent;

You need sufficient funds to expand the lab. I allocated nearly a quarter of the budget of the Department of Biology to you. Now other labs can’t afford toilet paper, but you are not satisfied.

Stephen, I am your best friend, I respect you and love you...

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

"Don't complain about Magette, I just found a patron for the school who can write a 50 million check at any time.

Moreover, the sponsor also promised that if Stanford was willing to build a biological laboratory for me to host in the 'Another World', he could sponsor 100 million meters of funds every year." After listening to the bald old man's complaints expressionlessly for a while, Stephen suddenly said leisurely.

"What did you say about Stephen," Magette was stunned for a moment, and opened his mouth, "I didn't have auditory hallucinations, you said you actually found a patron who was willing to write a 50 million check to fund your research.

And he is willing to spend 100 million yuan a year to help you build a biological laboratory in another world?"

"Yes, Magate."

"Is he crazy with such a weird temper as you?" Maggot blurted out.

In addition to scientists working for governments in the United States, scholars working in universities or research institutions often give speeches, dinners and other fundraising activities in order to obtain sufficient research funds.

In this case, unless you achieve great achievements that are well-known and even ordinary people know, scientists with good education and handsome appearance can naturally obtain more financial support than those scientists with strange, strong and irreverent personalities.

Among these two scientists, Stephen undoubtedly belongs to the latter.

"Magite, real scientists will always appreciate it," Stephen seemed to recall some unpleasant memories, his face turned a little gloomy, and pointed to Zhang Lisheng beside him and said, "My sponsor is my former student, thesis collaborator Zhang Lisheng, that is, the 'exploratory rich boy' in your mouth.

He runs the largest slaughter factory in New York City, loves biology research, is fully capable and motivated to fulfill his promises.”

After hearing Stephen say this, Magette noticed that there was an Asian thin young man sitting next to him with the weird professor.

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

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

Magette took the phone in confusion and looked at it. His eyes gradually lit up. After that, he clicked several authoritative websites introducing large American companies, and returned the phone to Zhang Lisheng with a smile, "Mr. Lisheng, you are a very smart and direct young man.

Sorry, I don’t have much contact with the slaughtering industry. I didn’t expect that this industry is so profitable. It seems that your economic strength is completely fine. We can talk about it later...

Well, maybe after the Mass, I can take you to see Principal Hannis first. The annual sponsorship of 100 million meters is a lot of money, and he will be happy to talk to you."

"Okay, Dr. Magette, my funds are already eager to try in the bank, and I'm just waiting to flow into the Stanford University account. If President Hannis can agree to my conditions," Zhang Lisheng said with a smile.

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

Now we have entered an incredible era. Being able to make arrangements in the ‘different world’ is also a beneficial and harmless thing for Stanford.” Magette thought about it and made a promise.

The development of the next thing was similar to what the director of the biology department expected. After the Mass, when the Stanford President, who looked like an ordinary white old man, met Zhang Lisheng, talked for a few words, and figured out the purpose of the youth, he immediately agreed to all the donation conditions he had set.

In fact, Zhang Lisheng is willing to expand his business and spend so much money to sponsor Stanford when his capital is tight. He simply wants to use the reputation and influence of this university to build a biological laboratory in the "Shangs No. 2 World" as soon as possible so that he can openly communicate between the human world and the "different world" during his studies.

Therefore, when Hannis readily agreed to his request, he immediately transferred 50 million meters of dollars to Stanford's account outside the memorial church.

If you want to fish, you should prepare the bait first. In this regard, Zhang Lisheng has been taking action without any ambiguity.

"Oh, Mr. Li Sheng, you really have a very decisive personality. No wonder you can do such a big career in a short time with a new technology." Even though you have seen many big donors, Hannis still did not expect that the young man in front of you would fulfill his promise just by just a few words.

Zhang Lisheng smiled and said frankly: "Principal Hannis, after 50 million, there will be 100 million yuan in annual funding. I think no one will make this good thing ruin."

"Young man, since you ask Stanford's biological experiments built in another world to have half of the commercial benefits that may be generated in the future, then the money is not sponsorship, but cooperation.

You pay for the money, and we give our minds.”

"President Hannis, but don't forget that 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 scientist who can do whatever he wants."

"That's good, what you said makes sense," Hannis was stunned, looking at Stephen, who was excited next to him, "Okay, I'll go back to the office and call a few old friends to see if I can get permission to establish a biological laboratory in the 'Shanghai Shrimp II World' as soon as possible.

Since we have sufficient preliminary preparation funds, we must strive to do this before all American universities.”

"Okay, I'm going to continue the admission procedures with Professor Stephen. Goodbye Principal Hannis." Zhang Lisheng smiled and stretched out his hand.

“Goodbye, rich and scientific young people, I’m glad you’ve been a member of Stanford.
Chapter completed!