novelslam Chapter 352 Research Funding Cancelled, Top Student Goes to Carry Manure
Chapter 352 Research Funding Cancelled, Top Student Goes to Carry Manure
One billion!
This is not an empty promise!
This is not a verbal promise!
Instead, it was real money that had already been deposited into the account ten minutes earlier!
Dean Sun Dehai's heartfelt words, filled with boundless gratitude, were like a series of heavy bombs.
In the minds of Jiang Xuewen and his mentor Zhang, a tremendous wave of emotion surged forth!
The explosion made their ears ring and their vision go black; they almost passed out on the spot!
One billion...
It turns out that Jiang Chen's phone call just now was not an act at all, nor was it just bragging!
He wasn't even discussing it with the other party.
Instead, it's issuing a notification.
A casual notification about "I, Jiang Chen, have already transferred one billion to you!"
What terrifying wealth!
What an overbearing style of doing things!
Professor Zhang, slumped on the ground, didn't bother to pick up the shards of glass or care about his cut hands.
He scrambled and crawled on his knees on the rough cement ground until he reached Sun Dehai's feet.
He looked up at his bloodless face, which was filled with obsequiousness and fear, and stammered, his voice trembling and choked with sobs, as he called out.
"Grandpa Sun...Grandpa Sun...you...you old man...why...why did you personally come to such...such a rural place?"
Sun Dehai, who was warmly shaking hands with Jiang Chen, suddenly frowned upon hearing this untimely voice.
He turned his head, his sharp, hawk-like eyes coldly sweeping over the low-ranking subordinate who was sprawled on the ground, making a complete fool of himself.
"Zhang Wei?"
Sun Dehai's voice immediately turned cold, filled with displeasure and accusation.
"Why aren't you in your lab in the provincial capital, diligently guiding your students? What are you doing wandering around here?"
Before Professor Zhang could figure out how to make up a lie...
Jiang Chen, who was wiping his hands with a napkin, slowly spoke up.
He precisely tossed the wad of tissue he had used to wipe his hands into a trash can three meters away.
Then, he raised a finger and gently tapped Professor Zhang, who was lying on the ground.
"Old Sun."
"The person on the ground was just talking nonsense in my factory."
Jiang Chen's tone was light and cheerful, sounding as if he were discussing the menu for dinner.
He said my factory was a low-IQ factory and would go bankrupt in less than three months.
"They even spouted nonsense, predicting the downfall of everything, which made all the workers here feel uneasy."
"I, Jiang Chen, am a rough and unrefined man."
"I really dislike his self-righteous and condescending academic style."
Jiang Chen spoke very calmly.
But to Sun Dehai, it was like a bolt from the blue!
The amiable expression on Sun Dehai's face vanished instantly!
That old face, which had been smiling, turned as black as the bottom of a pot, so black you could scrape off three layers of ash, in less than a second!
What kind of international joke is this?!
Did we offend this biggest sugar daddy who just pulled out a billion to save the entire hospital?!
Isn't this tantamount to cutting off the entire temple's incense offerings and ruining everyone's livelihood?!
Has Zhang Wei eaten the gall of a bear and the heart of a leopard?!
Sun Dehai felt a surge of anger rise from the soles of his feet to the top of his head!
He flew into a rage on the spot, turned around abruptly, pointed at Zhang Wei who was trembling with fear on the ground, and cursed loudly with all his might!
"Zhang Wei! You! You've disappointed me so much! You're a disgrace to academia!"
"Who gave you the audacity to run wild on Mr. Jiang's turf?!"
"I hereby announce that, effective immediately, all research projects you are leading are hereby suspended! You are now subject to investigation by the institute's disciplinary committee!"
"All the research funds that the institute previously allocated to you and that you haven't used yet are frozen immediately! You are not allowed to touch a single penny!"
"You! Now! Immediately! Go back to the provincial capital! Write a profound self-criticism of 100,000 words! Suspend from your duties and reflect on your actions! Await the decision of the institute's disciplinary committee!"
Every word Sun Dehai said was like a merciless hammer, slamming heavily into Zhang Wei!
These penalties are tantamount to a death sentence for a scholar's academic career!
Project suspended! Funds frozen!
This means that all his hard work over the past few years has gone to waste!
The 100,000-word self-criticism and the disciplinary committee's investigation will nail him to the pillar of shame in the academic world, never to be able to rise again!
"No...no...Old Sun..."
Upon hearing this final verdict, Zhang Wei felt a wave of dizziness and a sweet taste in his throat.
A surge of anger welled up inside me!
He couldn't hold on any longer. His eyes rolled back, his head lolled to the side, and he fainted on the spot!
"Drag him out!"
The security personnel behind Mr. Sun immediately stepped forward, and like dragging a dead dog, they lifted the unconscious Zhang Wei from both sides, pulled him out of the workshop, and stuffed him into the car.
He watched helplessly as the powerful backer he had hired at great expense was plunged into the abyss before he could even utter a single word in the face of Jiang Chen's terrifying wealth.
Standing to the side, Jiang Xuewen's composure of reason and pride finally snapped!
His psychological defenses were completely shattered!
thump!
Jiang Xuewen's legs went weak, and he could no longer stand. He knelt straight down on the hard cement floor, his whole body trembling like a leaf.
Just then, his father, Jiang Jianwen, somehow heard the news and rushed into the workshop.
When he saw this scene and his son kneeling on the ground, looking utterly lost, he immediately understood what had happened!
He was so worried that his family would be implicated by his good-for-nothing son that his eyes turned red with anxiety!
Jiang Jianwen rushed forward and, without thinking, swung his arm and slapped Jiang Xuewen hard across the face!
Snapped!
That slap was crisp and loud!
"You little beast! You unfilial son! Do you want to kill our whole family?!"
While cursing, Jiang Jianwen stretched out his hands and pressed them tightly against the back of Jiang Xuewen's head, forcing him to kowtow repeatedly in the direction of Jiang Chen!
"Jiang Chen! No! Brother Chen! Grandpa Chen!"
"It's my fault for not teaching this little bastard properly! You're so magnanimous, just ignore him and let him go!"
Jiang Chen watched this farcical scene of fatherly love and filial piety unfold before him without even lifting an eyelid.
He patted non-existent dust off his hands and waved his hand at his fourth uncle Jiang Jianping, who was already filled with righteous indignation, and the villagers who were watching.
His voice carried a certain unwavering casualness and decisiveness.
"Alright."
"Since our top student, a graduate of a prestigious university, enjoys doing 'social practice' so much..."
"Then let him put it into practice."
Jiang Chen's gaze fell on Jiang Xuewen's red, swollen face, which was covered in dust, and a hint of mockery appeared on his face.
"Starting today, let him go with his father to the newly built pig farm on the back hill."
"Go and carry away manure for a whole month!"
"Let him experience firsthand what a true 'labor-intensive industry' really is!"