bioinnovel Chapter 71 Anonymous Donation!
Chapter 71 Anonymous Donation!
Su Qingyue left Cloud Top Manor while leaning against the wall.
Before leaving, this well-known "little firecracker" in Beijing's social circle let out a burp without any regard for her image, grabbed Zhang Yan's hand and refused to let go, insisting on getting a V-sign, saying that she would come often to "discuss cooking skills" in the future.
Nie Qingcheng's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. She shoved her best friend into the car and even thoughtfully told the driver to drive faster so that this girl wouldn't come back for another free meal.
After seeing off the two clowns, Zhang Yan stared at the long string of numbers in his mobile banking app and fell into deep thought.
More than thirteen million.
For the average college student, this is an astronomical sum, enough to buy a decent apartment in Beijing and live comfortably for a few years.
But for Zhang Yan, who wanted to help Nie Qingcheng carve out a path in the new energy field, this amount of money was nothing.
I can still picture Academician Li Jianguo's worried face from last night in the lab.
Although the heat dissipation structure and material formula were solved, the laboratory's hardware facilities were really too shabby.
Several key testing instruments were relics from ten years ago, and the data ran slower than a tortoise, with large errors.
If a workman wants to be good, he must first sharpen his weapon.
If we rely on that pile of scrap metal, by the time the "Blue Flame" project yields results, it will be too late.
Zhang Yan tapped the screen lightly a few times with his fingers.
If we're going to play, let's play to our hearts' content.
He skillfully logged into the alumni donation system of Jiangzhou University.
No name was left, and no contact information was provided.
The only note was a single line: "[A donation specifically for Professor Li Jianguo's team in the School of Mechanical Engineering, to purchase the latest Zeiss spectrometer and related high-precision CNC equipment from Germany.]"
Amount: Ten million.
Click to confirm.
Seeing the "Transfer successful" message pop up on the screen, Zhang Yan put his phone back in his pocket and stretched.
Money is something you can't take with you when you die.
It's worth it to pave the way for my wife and incidentally make the system's presence known.
……
The next morning, Jiangzhou University was in an uproar.
As soon as Zhang Yan entered the school gate, he sensed that something was off about the atmosphere.
The students, who are usually sleepy and rushing to work at 8 a.m., were all full of energy today. They gathered in groups of three or five, spitting as they talked, their faces showing the excited look of "You know what? Something big has happened."
As Zhang Yan passed by the administration building, he saw several school workers sweating profusely as they pulled a huge red banner up the wall.
[A heartfelt thank you to our mysterious alumnus for donating ten million yuan worth of research equipment to our university!]
Those large, gilded characters gleamed in the sunlight, almost blindingly so.
"Holy crap! Brother Yan! Did you see the news?"
Wang Hao suddenly appeared from some bushes, clutching half a half-eaten meat bun in his hand, looking horrified.
"Ten million! A full ten million!"
Wang Hao was so excited that the fat on his face jiggled. "I heard it's some anonymous big shot who directly poured money into our college's account, specifically asking for new equipment for Academician Li's project team!"
Zhang Yan continued walking, his expression calm: "Oh, really? That's good."
"Great? Bro, that's a really cold reaction!"
Wang Hao swallowed the bun in a few bites and followed behind Zhang Yan, muttering to himself, "Now the whole school is guessing who this mysterious big shot is."
"Some people say it's Wang, the senior from our school who went to Shenzhen to work in real estate, while others say it's Li, the senior who rang the bell in Silicon Valley."
"But I feel there's something eerie about this whole thing."
Wang Hao stroked his chin, striking a pose like Conan, "Look, this money isn't donated to build a school building, nor is it for setting up scholarships. It's targeted poverty alleviation, directly giving that nearly bankrupt 'Blue Flame' project a new lease on life."
What does this mean?
"This means this big shot is not only rich, but also extremely knowledgeable! They might even be someone from within our academy!"
Zhang Yan glanced at him. This fat guy usually seemed unreliable, but his intuition was surprisingly accurate when it mattered.
"Maybe they just want to support national scientific research," Zhang Yan casually remarked.
"Come on, who has that kind of sentimentality these days?"
Wang Hao curled his lip, "I bet it's one of Academician Li's students who became a big boss and just couldn't stand seeing his teacher using that bunch of junk equipment anymore."
The two walked into the lecture hall while talking.
As soon as I sat down, the previously noisy classroom instantly became much quieter.
Many eyes drifted towards Zhang Yan, seemingly unintentionally.
After all, the story of him showing off his more than 10 million yuan balance in the cafeteria a few days ago was still going viral. Now that the school has suddenly received a huge donation, it's hard not to make connections.
But soon, everyone gave up on the idea.
Zhang Yan is rich, but he earned his money from stock trading, and he only recently made it.
Ten million—that was his entire fortune.
Who would be foolish enough to donate their entire fortune without even leaving their name?
What's the point? Are you trying to get friend-zoned?
This is not logical.
Just then, the front door of the classroom was pushed open.
Professor Yan Zhenghua strode in.
This student, who usually has a stern face and finds fault with everyone, seems like a completely different person today.
With a radiant complexion and a brisk walk, even his faded old jacket looked much more energetic.
He slammed his lesson plan on the podium, but instead of starting the class, he cleared his throat first.
"I have something to tell you before class begins."
Yan Zhenghua's voice was loud and clear, filled with undisguised joy. "Last night, our college received an anonymous donation, specifically for upgrading scientific research equipment."
"This money came at just the right time! It's like a godsend!"
"With this new equipment, our experimental progress can be accelerated by at least three times!"
A round of applause erupted from the audience.
Yan Zhenghua pushed up his glasses, his gaze sweeping across the classroom before finally settling meaningfully on the seat in the back row by the window.
Zhang Yan was engrossed in his book, seemingly oblivious to what was happening.
Yan Zhenghua's lips twitched, as if he wanted to say something, but he held back in the end, though a complex look flashed in his eyes.
"Alright, let's begin the lesson!"
……
As soon as the bell rang, Zhang Yan packed his things and prepared to leave.
"Zhang Yan, come to my office."
Yan Zhenghua's voice rang out from the podium, not loud, but carrying an undeniable air of authority.
The students around him cast sympathetic glances.
"Oh no, Yan-ge is going to get extra help from Lao Yan again." Wang Hao patted Zhang Yan on the shoulder. "Take care."
Zhang Yan remained calm and followed after them, carrying his bag.
There were only the two of them in the office.
Yan Zhenghua closed the door, didn't sit down, and walked directly to Zhang Yan, his sharp old eyes staring intently at him.
"That money, was it your donation?"
Without any preamble, it went straight to the point.
Zhang Yan put his bag on the chair, looking completely innocent: "Professor Yan, what are you talking about? I don't have that much money."
"Don't play dumb with me!"
Yan Zhenghua picked up a printed equipment purchase list from the table, shook it, and said, "Take a look at this list yourself!"
"A Zeiss laser confocal microscope from Germany, parts for a FANUC five-axis machining center from Japan, and these special ceramic sintering furnaces..."
"This was bought with exactly the flaws of the plan we discussed yesterday!"
Yan Zhenghua took a step closer and lowered his voice, "Besides me and Lao Li, only you know what we lack most."
"Moreover, the whole school has heard about you showing off those ten million yuan in the cafeteria yesterday."
"The time, motivation, and financial resources all match up."
"You little brat, still trying to deny it?"
Looking into the old professor's all-seeing eyes, Zhang Yan knew that continuing to pretend would only make him seem pretentious.
He smiled, neither admitting nor denying, and simply walked to the water dispenser and poured Yan Zhenghua a glass of water.
"Professor Yan, does it matter who donated the money?"
Zhang Yan handed over the paper cup, his tone calm, "The important thing is that the 'Blue Flame' project can continue, and those bottleneck technologies can be overcome. That's enough."
Yan Zhenghua took the water, his hands trembling slightly.
He looked at the eighteen-year-old freshman in front of him.
Although he still looked very young, the depth in his eyes was more profound than that of many people who had lived half their lives.
I don't seek fame, I don't seek profit, and I don't even want to hear a thank you.
Such magnanimity, such vision...
"You little rascal..."
Yan Zhenghua sighed, his eyes welling up with tears. "Fine, if you don't want to admit it, then don't."
"The school wants to hold a donation ceremony, and since you're anonymous, I'll cover for you."
"But Zhang Yan, remember this."
Yan Zhenghua stretched out his rough, large hand and patted Zhang Yan's shoulder heavily. "From now on at Jiang University, as long as it's within the Mechanical Engineering Department's territory, if anyone dares to cause you trouble, this old man will be the first to object!"
Zhang Yan smiled: "Then thank you for looking after me, Professor Yan."
"Get lost!" Yan Zhenghua said with a laugh. "By the way, the new equipment will arrive this weekend, and you'll have to come and debug it then."
"no problem."
Zhang Yan turned around and opened the door.
The instant his foot stepped out of the threshold.
Deep in my mind, that familiar mechanical voice rang out without warning.
[Ding! The host's noble behavior of "leaving without a trace after accomplishing the deed, concealing one's merits and fame" has been detected, which aligns with the core values of [Perfect Life]!]
[Congratulations, host! A special reward has been triggered!]
[Gained Skill: Advanced Mechanical Manufacturing Proficiency (including precision machining and CNC programming)!]
[Skill Description: Your hands will be more stable than the most precise machine tools, and your brain will store all the mechanical structure blueprints in human industrial history. (Give me a fulcrum, and I may not be able to build the Earth, but I can build a Gundam by hand!)]
Zhang Yan paused, a playful smile curving his lips.
Hand-crafted Gundam?
The system's style is getting more and more distorted.
However, this skill came at just the right time.
With material formulas and design drawings in place, we've now even mastered the manufacturing process.
The next step is to turn what's on that blueprint into a real money-making machine.
He walked out of the office building, about to send a message to Nie Qingcheng to tell her to cook dinner when he got home.
But the phone rang first.
It was Academician Li Jianguo who called.
"Hey, Xiao Zhang!"
On the other end of the phone, Academician Li sounded anxious, even a little exasperated, "I just had someone contact the manufacturing center of the Qingcheng Group that you recommended."
"What's wrong? They can't take orders?" Zhang Yan frowned slightly.
"It's not that we can't accept it, it's that we simply can't do it!"
Li Jianguo sighed, "Their chief engineer looked at the blueprints and said that the structure of the double helix flow channel was too complicated. Their existing machine tools were not precise enough. Even if they managed to make it, the yield rate would be less than 5%."
"This is a core component! If we can't make it, our project will be stalled!"
Zhang Yan's fingers, holding the phone, tapped lightly on the seam of his trousers.
A yield rate of 5%?
That's for the average engineer.
With his advanced mechanical manufacturing skills, as long as there is a machine tool, even a hand-cranked one, he can make it look amazing.
"Academician Li, don't worry."
Zhang Yan looked up at the magnificent sunset on the horizon, his tone as relaxed as if he were discussing the weather.
"Just because the chief engineer couldn't handle it doesn't mean I can't."
"Could you please make arrangements for me to go to that manufacturing center tonight?"
"That double helix flow channel..."
"I'll personally drive it out for you."