novelslam Chapter 351 The Grandmaster-Level Dean Arrives, and the Mentor's Legs Go Weak on the Spot
Chapter 351 The Grandmaster-Level Dean Arrives, and the Mentor's Legs Go Weak on the Spot
The screech of the brakes was like a thunderclap from a clear sky, reverberating over the silent factory.
Everyone in the workshop, from Jiang Xuewen who was waiting to see what would happen to the villagers who were on tenterhooks, was so frightened by this turn of events that their hearts skipped a beat.
Everyone craned their necks in unison, their eyes all fixed on the factory gate.
Three jet-black cars were parked outside the gate, with bright red flags fluttering on their hoods, clearly indicating their extraordinary origins.
These cars, kicking up clouds of dust, drifted sideways and fishtailed with an extremely domineering attitude, precisely wedging themselves at the entrance of the production workshop.
The first two cars were still running.
boom!boom!boom!boom!
The car door was forced open from the inside.
Seven or eight men in suits jumped out of the car. They were sharp and exuded an aura that made them difficult to approach.
The bodyguards acted swiftly, quickly spreading out to surround the extended Hongqi limousine in the middle, setting up a cordon.
This is an incredibly grand affair, even more impressive than a high-ranking official's inspection tour in a play.
The villagers in the workshop were all dumbfounded, holding their breath and not daring to make a sound.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone.
The bodyguards bowed and opened the back door of the middle car.
A pair of gleaming black leather shoes stepped out first.
The person who stepped off the bus was an elderly man with silver hair, whose hair was very neatly styled.
Although the old man was rather thin, his spine was extremely straight, and his faded Zhongshan suit was neat and tidy.
Although the old man was advanced in years, his eyes were sharp and piercing, exuding a powerful aura.
His face betrayed his barely concealed urgency.
He shook off the support of the two middle-aged men beside him, pulled up his trousers, and strode quickly toward the workshop.
The visitor was none other than Sun Dehai.
This former dean, who held a pivotal position in the province's agricultural science community, was a figure whose mere presence could shake the industry.
Professor Zhang, who had been slumped in his chair and putting on airs, felt as if he had been struck by a thunderbolt when he saw the person's appearance.
He could no longer hold the glass in his hand.
pat.
The cup fell onto the cement floor and shattered into small pieces.
Instructor Zhang felt as if all his strength had been drained from his body.
A chill ran down my spine and straight to my head.
His face drained of color in an instant.
The arrogant demeanor he had shown before was nowhere to be seen, replaced by endless terror.
He tried to get up to greet him, but his legs were too weak to feel anything.
thump.
He slumped to the ground, collapsing along the back of the chair like a lump of mud.
Jiang Xuewen, who was standing next to him, was also terrified.
His eyes widened, he stared intently ahead, his mouth agape.
He had seen this patriarch countless times in the school magazine.
He never dreamed that this unapproachable figure would appear in this remote and impoverished place.
And judging from their hurried manner, they were indeed summoned by Jiang Chen with just one phone call.
This completely shattered his understanding.
Dean Sun Dehai didn't even glance at Professor Zhang, who was sprawled on the ground.
His gaze was fixed on Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen was holding a tissue, slowly wiping the watermelon juice off his hands.
The old dean moved with lightning speed, almost running, to Jiang Chen's side.
His flushed old face was covered with an extremely ingratiating smile.
He stretched out his hands, which were usually treated with the utmost courtesy by high-ranking officials, and tightly grasped Jiang Chen's still slightly sticky hand.
He was so excited that his tone of voice was off.
"Oh my! Mr. Jiang! Mr. Jiang, the great philanthropist!"
"Finally... finally I've met you in person!"
Sun Dehai was extremely excited, shaking Jiang Chen's hand vigorously as if he were holding some rare and precious treasure.
"Thank you so much! On behalf of our entire institute, thousands of researchers, and on behalf of the 60 million farmers in the province, thank you for your immense kindness!"
His voice suddenly rose, and tears welled up in his eyes.
"Mr. Jiang! You are truly a living Bodhisattva! You are a second parent to our agricultural community!"
"Just ten minutes ago, you had someone transfer the 1 billion yuan research fund from an overseas account directly to our institute free of charge!"
"We've already received it!"
"This money has simply saved the lifeline of agricultural technology in our entire province!"