I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

With the help of Professor Zhou, all the procedures encountered green lights, and the approval for the school's expansion was obtained in just three days. Seduced by money, over the course of one week, a significant portion of Flame Soul Tower was vacated, leaving at least a dozen floors empty.

With 5 billion Huaxia currency, they immediately rented a space in an internet park for three years and invested 2.5 billion to sign a two-year construction planning project with the local development bureau. In two years, they would have an office building even larger than the original one.

Lei Jia's project also received unanimous approval from the shareholders because of this funding. Now that they had money, they weren't afraid to burn through it. Let him play; after all, this was money he had earned.

Even after accounting for the compensation for employees who had left and the budget for recruiting new staff, they still had over 2 billion extra!

On the fifth day, the person arranged by Zhang Menglong began the transformation of Flame Soul Tower. Such a large space was more than enough to accommodate an entire college, and since Flame Soul had its own employee dormitories, there was even no need for the school to build new ones.

The students of the vocal music department were ecstatic when they heard the news!

One of the reasons they applied to Jiangnan Music College was naturally because the college ranked highly in the country, but there was another reason: Jiangnan City was a very dynamic and prosperous city.

However, when they received their admission letters and saw the campus location, most of them were dumbfounded. Although Lindong District was part of Jiangnan City, it had been districted from another city years ago and was on the very edge.

Though a subway had been connected this year, just a one-way trip to the city center took two hours, practically shattering their dreams of Jiangnan.

But this interim notice was like a huge surprise. Jiangdong District couldn't compare to the city center, but with only half an hour of public transport to get there, it was totally acceptable.

Moreover, after years of development, the amenities in Jiangdong District were by no means inferior to those in the city center. Places like Jintai Plaza and Baida Plaza, and Longhe Tianjie, were more than enough to meet the students' daily entertainment needs.

The collection of opinions on the campus change was almost a formality. Who would want to stay in that kind of place when they could be somewhere lively and bustling?

On September 1st, Zhang Menglong and Lu Yiyao both entered their postgraduate careers with excitement.

"You go see your advisor first, I'll also go greet Teacher Han, and I'll come find you for lunch at noon!" After dropping Lu Yiyao off at the school, Zhang Menglong rode away on his little electric scooter.

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"Why isn't Menglong here yet!" At the entrance of Jiangnan University of Science and Technology, a group of young men and women in their twenties were looking out at the crowded throng.

From a few somewhat smooth foreheads and hairlines that could almost pass for nobility, it was clear that most of these people were graduate students.

Thanks to Zhang Menglong, Han Jinyu's research group was now one of the wealthiest in the world, and their stipends far exceeded the salary of general doctoral graduates.

According to their field, masters would earn an average of 8,000, doctorates 15,000, but now, just the graduate students alone were earning labor fees of over 200,000 a year. This didn't even include the annual bonuses, and his seniors were really rolling in money.

Meanwhile, most of the other students' labs didn't have stipends, and even if they did, it was at most 400. I don't know about other schools, but that was the standard at Jiangnan University of Science and Technology.

Of course, the intensity of their scientific research was different, but as long as the money was right, not only did increased research intensity not matter, but even 996 wouldn't be an issue.

In fact, the social aversion to 996 isn't because the workload is too high; it's more about the imbalance between effort and reward. If you're not paying extra, why should I work overtime for you?

But as long as you pay enough, what's selling a little bit of your soul?

In their eyes, Zhang Menglong was now a sugar daddy. Otherwise, with everyone so busy with their research, who would want to waste time welcoming a new graduate student?

"Seniors, juniors!" At this moment, a Panamera pulled up at the curb, immediately catching the attention of many.

A young man got out of the car and greeted the group of seniors enthusiastically.

His name was Zhang Minglei, a graduate student of this year because his family was involved in the polymer materials industry. This year, with the resources from Zhang Menglong, Han Jinyu had been nominated as an academician and was said to have a good chance of passing the review, so Zhang Minglei came with admiration.

His family was very well-off; he was amicable, and he also had a very good appearance. He had always been the center of attention from people around him. In his view, even at this graduate student stage, he would still be very well-received.

Before coming to the university, he had already made contact with his advisors and fellow students and even sent local specialties from home to his seniors. At least, when he arrived at the university, they would take care of him a bit, right?

"Seniors, I'm Zhang Minglei," Zhang Minglei ran up excitedly. It seemed that his relationship-building had not been in vain, as his seniors were actually there to welcome him!

"Oh, you're Minglei, hello."

"Junior, hold on a second, we have someone else to pick up, or you can go to the lab first, and we'll go see Professor Han together later."

"What's going on? Why are they all so indifferent?" This plot development was nothing like what Zhang Minglei had imagined.

Under normal circumstances, shouldn't the seniors be welcoming him very warmly? Why did they just nod at him and then ignore him? Aren't they going to look at his car at all? At least in his student days, few people could drive such a car, right?

Zhang Minglei followed their gaze, and it seemed they really were waiting for someone. Who could possibly be more important than him to merit his seniors' attention?

He parked his car to the side and followed his seniors meekly, outright ignoring the glances from the people around him. Now he just wanted to know why he was being snubbed.

"Here he comes, the junior's here!"

"Junior, over here!"

Zhang Minglei looked in the direction of the voices; it was a young man his age, dressed in very plain casual clothes, riding an electric scooter that—incredibly—had a Lamborghini logo on it.

Seeing this, Zhang Minglei couldn't help but laugh. Since when did Lamborghini make electric scooters? This must be something he bought a sticker for and put on himself, right?

How could there still be such a chuuni person at the graduate student stage? And such a person received such an enthusiastic welcome from the seniors?

"Junior, it's so hot today, are you thirsty? Have some water!" A senior sister immediately handed him a bottle of water.

"Junior, come on, let me help you with your things."

"Junior, yesterday I found a really good barbecue place. Let's go eat tonight, bring your girlfriend, and the meal's on me!"

"Junior, do you want to rest in the lab for a bit? Yesterday I swiped the most prized tea leaves from Professor Han's stash. I'll brew some for you to try; it's something he usually reserves for hosting leaders!"

About ten seniors surrounded Zhang Menglong, with one pushing his scooter, another carrying his bag, one helping him drink water, and even a senior sister holding an umbrella over him, treating him almost like a treasure in their hands.

Zhang Minglei stood to the side, not knowing what to do with himself.

What's happening? We're all new first-year graduate students; why is there such a huge difference in the way people are treated?