Wang Shao was very concerned about the matter of open source for Nanjing University. The more he thought about it, the more feasible it seemed, and the more promising it was.
It makes sense. With such a large sum of money, both the school's internal infrastructure and the teachers' resources can be improved to some extent.
This is a virtuous cycle.
Otherwise, relying on government allocations and Old Chu's and his own private subsidies to support an Awakened University is simply not enough!
Not to mention that the state has limited resources, and while Old Chu himself is willing to make sacrifices, Young Master Wang himself still has to carefully consider his own cultivation.
Although he now looks down on low-level resources, considering that Nanjing University is about to make a big move and plans to take the lead in reforming and expanding enrollment, he can't support tens of thousands of hungry students on his own.
Not to mention that he is just an ordinary freshman. Even if Chu Tianxing really stepped down and gave him his position, he would not do such a thing.
This isn't a question of ability, it's a question of what shouldn't be done!
Old Chu, that stubborn old man, got the direction wrong from the start. He shouldn't have been used to make up for the school's deficit!
The more our Principal Wang toured the campus, the more he felt that the model of this university in the capital was worth learning from.
That's how it is. To put it bluntly, a school is like a company, and an individual is an individual. Public and private matters must be clearly separated and boundaries drawn.
Who else would give away all the benefits they've gained in their life to the school like Old Chu?
Not to mention he doesn't even have much good stuff to get his hands on.
Pshaw, you're so useless!
While inwardly criticizing his principal, Wang Zheng pondered how to approach Old Chu about such a massive project. After all, it was a huge undertaking that would require a considerable expense, and he wondered if Nanjing University's resources were sufficient to support it.
We might have to trouble that cheap senior brother of the former top-level construction engineer.
Forget it, if all else fails, let Dad do the hard labor. The beast garden built by the Grandmaster himself can be a good publicity gimmick.
While Wang Zheng was scheming against his father, the group unknowingly arrived at the foot of the tallest building, the hotel.
After everyone had registered, the group of Nanjing University representatives were gathered together by their team leaders.
Just before the group was about to disband, Wang Shengrong, at the urging of his colleagues, pretended to take a booklet and gave a speech to everyone.
"Although you've disbanded now, you still represent the image of Nanjing University when you're out and about. I don't need to remind you what you should and shouldn't do, do I?"
Don't think that just because you're in the capital, you'll definitely be able to represent the school in the competition. If I find out that anyone has gotten into a conflict with someone from another school and disgraced the school..."
At this point, Comrade Wang paused, his masterly aura vanishing almost instantly.
"Hmph, believe me, you won't expect that kind of ending... Now, dismissed!!!"
Wang Zheng would naturally not undermine his father's efforts and give up this opportunity to promote him.
Wang Zheng immediately took the lead in shouting "Yes!", drawing frequent glances from his classmates at the lazy top student. This move by Wang Zheng was a clear show of respect for his father.
Moreover, it must be said that Wang Shengrong, this newly crowned grandmaster, does possess a certain air of authority when he puts on a stern face.
Wang Zheng clearly heard several classmates talking as they walked, saying that the new training teacher was imposing and full of spiritual energy, and they were secretly guessing his father's specific strength. Some even said that he was at least a quasi-grandmaster.
Although it might seem like flattery, it has to be said that these guys are narrow-minded.
Wang Zheng himself did not participate in the students' conversation. He simply joined the others, each carrying their own luggage, and quickly dispersed to go upstairs to find their own dormitories.
Wang Shengrong, on the other hand, went up to the rooftop restaurant with several teachers, laughing and joking, presumably to strengthen their relationships over the meal.
Although our young master Wang didn't seem to be carrying much luggage, he still pretended to be carrying a backpack.
Although he's started using his storage space without hiding it from anyone, his classmates aren't so observant and prefer to avoid trouble.
After all, it's best to keep a low profile when you're out and about.
After finding his room, Wang Zheng tossed his small backpack, which he had used to conceal his identity, onto the bed, and then looked around.
Pushing open the floor-to-ceiling window that occupied most of the wall, Wang Zheng stood on the balcony of the 28th floor, feeling the rare cool breeze in the summer and overlooking the scenery of the entire Imperial University.
The view from this high-rise building is truly exceptional. Not only can you see all the famous historical sites outside the campus, but you can also see the other side of the Imperial University campus.
Unlike the open tourist areas here, at the end of this slightly bustling commercial street, a winding river runs through the vast Imperial University, dividing it in two.
The guards standing at the bridgehead also serve as proof that not everyone can cross the bridge to enter the actual university.
Looking at the scenery in the distance, Wang Zheng pushed open the door, intending to go out and observe further to see if there was anything else worth learning from.
Although it was late, he had slept the whole way and was wide awake; how could he possibly fall asleep again?
Plus, I haven't gotten up to eat anything along the way, so I'm a bit hungry now. I might as well try some of the local delicacies in Beijing.
To be honest, just walking along this road, all sorts of snacks from the roadside stalls almost made our young master Wang drool.
Summer is here, and late-night snacks, beer, and barbecue are just things that make my mouth water.
As soon as he came in, his thieving eyes had already scouted out a spot. There was one place that looked particularly authentic and was crowded. The big meat skewers were sizzling and dripping with oil, and the aroma wafted far and wide.
Since he wasn't planning on going anywhere else, he figured he'd just wander around downstairs and there was no need to go to the rooftop restaurant. He didn't want to feel uncomfortable there and disturb his dad's dinner with the teachers.
As Wang Zheng stepped out of his room, he looked at the empty corridor and heard various sounds of exercise coming from the end of the corridor. He couldn't help but think that there was a reason why Imperial University could host so many martial arts tournaments.
To be fair, this Imperial University is indeed impressive. From the moment he entered, everything he saw was a testament to their wealth and power.
The level of hospitality was truly exceptional, leaving no room for criticism.
Not only do all the contestants have their own accommodations, but this entire floor is exclusively occupied by Nanjing University. Moreover, this floor not only has private meeting rooms, but also a fairly professional private training area.
Those sounds I just heard were from my classmates, who, like me, had been cooped up all day, and were now disciplinedly working out.
Hearing the shouts coming from afar, Young Master Wang raised his eyebrows.
"How can I have the energy to cultivate if I don't eat my fill! Let's go have a good meal first, and we can talk about the rest later. I wonder which families live upstairs and downstairs. If I didn't not know anyone, I would really like to visit them..."
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