Zhang Lan's words, "life-saving money," immediately stunned everyone present.
Liu Yan looked at Zhang Lan suspiciously: "What trick are you up to now!"
"It's true," Zhang Lan said indifferently. "Wang Yue received a letter from home a few days ago. Her father is seriously ill, and Wang Yue had no other choice but to borrow money from her classmates. What's wrong with that?"
"Is it a crime for the students to be so helpful, to demonstrate their love and compassion, and to collectively rescue Wang Yue?"
"Didn't you, Liu Yan, donate any money when you were a child?"
"Ha, if that's the case, what face do you have to stand on the moral high ground?"
"I can't even see your face clearly anymore, the sunlight behind you is so blinding, Liu Yan!"
Liu Yan's face suddenly fell.
This constitutes a personal attack!
If you lived through the planned economy era and didn't participate in donations, you'd be a complete oddball!
Liu Yan shook his head: "I've participated before! Don't cause trouble!"
Liu Yan then asked the other students, "Is this the case?"
The students nodded in agreement.
We're not on your side, and whether you ask or not, you won't get the answer you want.
Don't we know who our classmates are?
Liu Yan looked at Zhang Lan: "Isn't this too much of a coincidence? How can I believe it?"
Zhang Lan said, "I have a letter from home as proof. Do you want to see it? Can you read?"
Liu Yan felt that Zhang Lan was absolutely disgusting!
Liu Yan gritted his teeth: "Fine, I said it was speculation and profiteering, and you said you'd pay me back. I said it was illegal fundraising, and you said you'd lend me money to save my life."
"You're the one talking inside and out, what are you trying to avoid?"
Zhang Lan said, "You are completely illogical. You came in to stir up trouble from the very beginning. Now that things have gone wrong, you're starting to blame us."
"You're being petty, aren't you? Show us what other tricks you have up your sleeve. We're upright and have nothing to hide."
Liu Yan said, "I don't believe it, I don't believe it at all!"
"Wang Yue took the job, then subcontracted it to her classmate, and made money from it. That's speculation and profiteering!"
"I can't argue with you, but I'll report this to the school! I'll have them investigate this!"
"I refuse to believe that, under pressure from the school, you students would dare to resist and conceal the truth!"
The other students were terrified.
Anything that happens between students is acceptable.
If this gets back to the school, it will affect my studies!
Several students, whose mental fortitude was not strong, felt their legs go weak and slumped into their chairs.
Liu Yan was very satisfied with the performance of these classmates, which made him even more convinced that Wang Yue was a speculator!
No matter the reason, they can't escape the charges!
Zhang Lan glanced at her classmate slumped in a chair and cursed inwardly: What a spineless coward! What era are we living in? What's there to be afraid of?
Zhang Lan immediately shouted, "Fine, you want to go to the school? I'll go too! I'll sue you for defamation for causing Wang Yue immense psychological trauma and trauma!"
Who's afraid of who!
The more knowledge a person has, the more they maintain awe and understanding.
Only those who are only half-full of knowledge and make a lot of noise like to show off and make a fuss.
Liu Yan is that kind of person!
Zhang Lan firmly believed that even if she took the matter to the principal, the principal wouldn't say anything.
If you're caught speculating, you'll be labeled as a profiteer.
This campus is finished!
Every single teacher and professor should be dealt with fairly!
Liu Yan was only thinking about his own selfish interests and failed to assess the situation.
Seeing that Zhang Lan was still stubborn and unwilling to admit defeat, Liu Yan waved his hand and said, "Then let's go? Do you dare?"
"Anyone who can't keep up is a coward!" Zhang Lan immediately led the way out of the study room and headed straight for the principal's office.
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"Oh, Mr. Wu, you're too kind!"
Tsinghua University, President Dong's office.
Principal Dong, with slightly gray hair, looked at Wu Changfeng with a smile.
Wu Changfeng said respectfully, "It is my honor that Principal Dong has taken time out of his busy schedule to receive me."
"Not at all, not at all," Principal Dong said, crossing his arms. "The director of the Jiangcheng Education Bureau mentioned that you were going to set up a research institute, and I've been wanting to meet you ever since. I'm so glad to finally see you in person."
"I should have come to visit you sooner, but I didn't have the time."
Wu Changfeng took out a check and handed it to Principal Dong: "This is research funding entrusted to me by Factory Director Zhou. He specifically requested that Teacher Ji develop some welding technology, but I don't know much about it."
"I can't find the finance office, so I have to ask you to process the transaction."
Wu Changfeng was originally supposed to stay in the capital for a few days to wait for the blueprints to be translated before returning to Chishui County.
But Lao Zhou had an account to transfer to Tsinghua University, and since Wu Changfeng happened to be there, he asked Wu Changfeng to write a check and send it over.
Then Lao Zhou deposited the money into Qimingxing's account.
And so, Wu Changfeng arrived at Principal Dong's office, and also got to meet the principal.
Principal Dong was taken aback.
Teacher Ji?
I remember now, I majored in welding.
It seems that they have proposed Invar steel welding technology on several occasions.
However, this topic is a bit too advanced.
It appears to be a technology used in long-distance natural gas transportation, storage facilities, and pipelines.
To put it bluntly, even if we develop something, there's practically no place in China that can use it.
I never expected that Old Ji would actually solicit sponsorships.
Okay. The government funding was already insufficient to begin with.
If teachers can solve their own funding problems, what else is there to say?
Principal Dong nodded, took the check, and glanced at the amount: 200,000.
Quite a few.
Principal Dong smiled and said, "I thank Director Zhou on behalf of Teacher Ji."
He then called the finance department and instructed them to record the transaction.
Wu Changfeng said, "Professor Ji and his student Peng Miaomiao have also helped a lot. Professor Ji lacks funds for scientific research, which is something we, as small business owners, should support."
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