Chapter 71: Chapter 67: Everyone is a Good Person, Who Plays the Villain? (3/10 Please Subscribe, Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Xu Dajiang felt that he understood.

This must be the way a genius thinks, right?

He doesn't care about the aftermath.

He just needs to pave the way; he probably doesn't care at all about how much money the project will make or how much benefit it will bring once it's finished.

After all, it never occurred to him that if this project really succeeded, who would be willing to let go.

Li Jiangao also felt that he understood.

It seemed that Qiao Ze was truly angry.

If others use silly reasons to block his paper, he intends to take this matter sky-high.

The idea probably is that if something can't be resolved for the moment, just push it to the sky, and then naturally, someone will be eager to come forward to help. Explore more stories at m,v l'-novelhall.net

As for stealing Qiao Ze's paper...

Heh!

That's even more fun.

Thinking about the six watermarks hidden in those mere dozen or so pages of the paper... no, it should be said, the six watermarks in the eight pages of the original manuscript, Li Jiangao felt a chill down his spine.

This is going to be big!

If Qiao Ze can really validate this subject and release it, how sensational it will be, how big the impact will be, Li Jiangao cannot begin to estimate.

After all, too many people had slammed tables in front of him before, and he was long accustomed to it.

Not to mention this boring Dean Xu had no real deterrent effect in front of him.

"I definitely can't get the several millions in research funds, but a million or so, I'll try to see if I can secure it today," Xu Dajiang said. Then, he took out his phone, opened his contacts, and in front of Li Jiangao and Qiao Ze, he dialed Zhang Xiaoquan, the vice president in charge of financial affairs at the school.

He even turned on the hands-free.

The eagle-eyed Li Jiangao even noticed that Xu Dajiang had casually activated the call recording.

"Hello, President Zhang, I have a matter to report to you."

"Dean Xu, you're too polite, just tell me what it is."

"It's about the School of Mathematics being tight on research funds, we now have a topic we are very optimistic about and want to work on it right away. If it works out, we can say the impact will be top-notch. I would like to discuss with you, could you possibly help by assigning us a special fund for scientific research in advance?

Not much, if the school could first allocate two million to us, that would be enough. This amount can be deducted when we discuss this issue at next year's administrative meeting."

"This... ah, Dean Xu, it's really not that I don't want to help. In principle, I should grant you, old Xu, the courtesy! But it's like spinning wool out of thin air for me right now! Truth be told, the School of Mechanical Engineering's Hu came to my office and hounded me for a whole day last week.

They are also short of money halfway through that project they have... what was it, the wet-state abrasive blasting technology for shaft-type castings or something... Ah, these unplanned expenses are really suffocating me. Especially since that project is a key one, I'm still worrying about where to get more funds for them!"

"President Zhang, you're saying all this just because you won't help with this matter, right? I don't believe that the school can't squeeze out even that small amount of money!"

"Old Xu, it's really not that I don't want to help. Yes, if we force it, one or two hundred thousand can be squeezed out. But if I squeeze out this money for you, what should I do when others come and ask me for it? Think about it, isn't that right? Besides, your School of Mathematics, what kind of project are you doing that needs..."

"Beep beep beep..."

Without listening to President Zhang's continued complaints, Xu Dajiang abruptly hung up the phone, then resolutely slammed his phone onto the table: "This Zhang! Really disgraceful! Rest assured, Jian Gao, Qiao Ze, just go ahead with your project. It doesn't need that much money to get started, the school doesn't care, I'll even sell my cauldrons and iron to scrounge something up for you first.

As for the follow-up funding for scientific research, when next year's allocated funds arrive, I'll allocate it to you, how about that?"