That night, the two returned to South Korea safely. The moment they got into the BRABUS car, Chae Song-hwa saw the barbecue plate on the center console armrest.

"Hey, what you wanted."

Li Zhenyu casually handed it to Cai Songhe and asked her, "Is it the one you used? Take a good look at it."

Cai Songhe held the iron plate in his hand, turned it over and over in astonishment and curiosity, and finally laid the iron plate flat at the level of his eyes, and saw the not-so-obvious crack.

"It should be the one I used..."

Cai Songhe was filled with emotion for a moment, and the things he had said before echoed in his mind again and again.

It turns out that you can really play like this.

"Who sent it?"

Cai Songhe held the barbecue plate in her hand. The weight of two or three pounds seemed as heavy as a mountain in her hand.

I don't know how much blood of many people has been stained on this plate, and how much time and effort was spent on it.

Hearing her ask this, Li Zhenyu looked at Xia Zhuxi in the co-pilot seat and asked with a smile: "Secretary Xia, Professor Cai is asking you!"

Such trivial matters would never reach his ears, so it was not worth his time to listen to a person's name.

"Yes, in reply to Professor Cai...it's Fila's business director, Han Jiachen."

In the Fila Group, one of the top 50 enterprises, the business director is already at the highest level, and is the most powerful director among the top leaders.

Such a person would actually go crazy and try to grab a piece of iron plate.

Li Zhenyu spread his hands in innocence, "Who knows, maybe he just couldn't think straight for a moment!"

Cai Songhe nodded in confusion, but this was unacceptable to Xia Zhuxi, "Professor Cai, our boss is always so modest."

Xia Zhuxi turned around and explained to her with an elegant smile why a big shot like Fila's business director would fight to the death over a piece of iron plate.

Finally, he spent 100 million won to buy its ownership.

"Money~"

What they want is to have a place in global investment or global capital.

Cai Songhe looked confused and didn't understand the meaning of this.

Xia Zhuxi was obviously happy to explain to her the profound meaning and value of the word "universe".

The huge profits behind a seat are enough to tempt anyone.

Even a big shot like Han Jiachen would be jealous of this.

"That's...how much?"

Due to the limitations of his vision and cognition, Cai Songhe was unable to draw a specific number from her vague description.

How much money is enough to attract a big shot like Han Jiachen?

Xia Zhuxi smiled, pushed the decorative mirror, and quickly turned her eyes to Li Zhenyu, as if she got some signal from his face. "Then I'll give you a rough number, starting from 10 billion."

"Ten billion... as a starting point?"

Cai Songhe is so exhausted. 10 billion is a salary that she needs to earn by not eating or drinking for 50 years, assuming she can live to be 80 or 90 years old.

And this, she said, was just the beginning.

"Secretary Xia, please don't tell me these things..."

Cai Songhe pushed his glasses awkwardly and dared not look at the young face next to him again.

Suddenly, the huge shadow in his mind gradually became solid and heavy.

Cai Songhe didn't dare and couldn't continue thinking about it, because this was obviously beyond her common sense.

"Okay, let's stop talking about these things and say something useful."

Li Zhenyu suddenly spoke, breaking the quiet atmosphere in the car, "Songhe, there is something I want to ask for your opinion."

"I want to donate some money to the neurology department. Who do you think I should donate it to?"

This was not a spur-of-the-moment decision. He had had similar ideas a long time ago, but he had not figured out how to donate at that time.

I believe there is no need to elaborate on the benefits of donating.

Social image, influence, public opinion, positive attitude, and relevant tax exemption policies.

Not to mention, this is more than the tangible returns brought by donations, and those invisible and intangible returns.

Any kind of medicine is great, but neurology undoubtedly stands at the top of the medical contempt chain. Those difficult and serious diseases that have broken up countless families are also mostly related to neurology.

Therefore, Li Zhenyu wanted to donate some money to promote the application development of neurology.

When Cai Songhe heard that he wanted to apply for clinical research, he was the first to be moved. "The neurology department of our Ludi Hospital is the second best in the country. But this is not because our doctors are not as good as Sanxin Central Hospital. The biggest problem is the lack of funds."

"If we can have enough funding to expand the neurology department and accept more icemen, I believe it won't be difficult to surpass Sanxin."

When talking about his area of ​​expertise, Cai Songhe's performance was completely different from before, and he instantly entered the professional state of a medical professor.

The strength of Ludi Hospital is unquestionable, and the neurology department is her territory. "I know that the director of your Ludi neurology department will retire next year. Who will take her place?"

“…”

Cai Songhe hesitated for a few seconds before telling him his name: "It's Professor Qian."

"no."

Li Zhenyu rejected it outright, and his resolute attitude was even stronger than those colleagues in the hospital who disliked Professor Qian.

I thought I needed to explain this matter myself, but now it seems that he knows more about the current situation of Ludi Hospital than I thought. "Could it be that he has done a special investigation?"

He naturally saw the doubt on Cai Songhe's face, but he had no intention of answering her: "You will take over the position of director of the neurology department, and this donation will belong to Ludi."

"I?"

Cai Songhe pointed at himself, and after confirming that he was right, he quickly shook his head and said, "I can't do it. I am too far behind in age, experience, and seniority. There are many senior doctors with superb medical skills in the hospital. If I do this, everyone will have objections."

"20 billion..."

Li Zhenyu raised two fingers, raised his eyebrows and smiled evilly: "Are you sure you don't want to think about this number?"

"Will they be more angry if you become the director, or will they be more angry if they lose 20 billion in donations? What do you think?"

Cai Songhe's heart trembled, and he was defeated and timid by the reality.

The donation of 20 billion won will serve as a special fund for neurology clinical practice. With this financial support, there are so many things that can be done.

Research projects that were previously canceled can be restarted, and cutting-edge experiments that had to wait can also speed up progress and advance faster.

There are also ordinary people who are suffering from illness and have no money to see a doctor, and their families can also receive effective treatment.

Even if other departments were to share a piece of the pie, the remaining amount would still be an astronomical figure.

Considering how much I can do after the money is in place and how much benefit it can bring to the hospital.

Cai Songhe, who was still concerned about the social etiquette, nodded firmly at him: "Okay, I promise you." (End of this chapter)