Chapter 791 Donation

That afternoon, Fang Minghua got very drunk and did not go back. He made do with a bunk bed on the floor in Liu Jianjun's living room for the whole night.

After getting up the next morning and taking a shower in Liu Jianjun's bathroom, Fang Minghua followed Liu Jianjun's instructions and walked towards a red office building.

Famous universities in the United States have specialized agencies to accept and manage huge sums of money from all aspects of society. A department like Stanford University is called the Development Office, or DO for short, and it is located in this red building.

Linda is a staff member in this office, and her job is to receive potential donors who call or visit.

They will ask about the school's donation policy on the phone and in interviews, as well as how the school manages the funds they donate and the uses of the funds, etc.

Not long after I got to work today, I received a call from a wealthy man from New York. He expressed his willingness to donate 1 million US dollars to Stanford University.

One million US dollars is not a small amount of money!

Linda introduced the university's donation policy and fund usage to the rich man named Smith in a very enthusiastic tone, and told him clearly:

"Mr. Smith, you can specify the use of these funds, such as funding a certain project or building a school building, etc. We will give you a detailed explanation and a final list of fund uses, and we will never spend a penny on you."

"No, no, I don't have any special purpose. Donating money is a sign of respect for your school. To be honest, I only attended one community college in New York. It is a lifelong regret that I cannot study at your school."

On the other side of the phone, the man started chattering.

My son, James, is a very smart boy and is about to enter grade 12. I wonder if he will be able to enter college at your school in the future? "

So that’s it.

Linda understood instantly.

Want to donate money to attend school?

In the United States, especially private universities, such as Stanford, Harvard, MIT, Yale, etc., these Ivy League schools, you can donate money to let your children enter the school!

But it’s not enough, so why don’t you just donate 1 million?

Too little!

What do you think we are at Stanford?

Did you go to community college?

Of course you can't say that.

Linda told the other party tactfully that Stanford University admissions are very strict and mainly depend on your child's grades in high school. Of course, we are grateful for your donation to our school, and the school will consider this factor when making admissions in the future.

The implication is that your donation is not enough!

As for whether the other party heard or not, that's not what you consider.

In the end, Mr. Smith decided to donate 1 million US dollars. Linda told him that she hoped he could come to the school and the school would hold a donation ceremony. Of course, if you are busy and cannot come, we will also send you a beautiful donation certificate. . "

"I wish you good luck and hope your children can study in our school." Linda put down the phone after saying this.

I made myself a cup of coffee and drank it elegantly while looking out the window at the green shade of summer outside. Linda was in a very happy mood.

The school received a donation of 1 million US dollars today, which is undoubtedly a very happy thing.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

The door opened and a middle-aged man walked in.

East Asian?

Linda looked at the visitor. He had yellow skin and black hair, and was wearing a T-shirt and slacks. He looked polite, but the faint smell of alcohol emanating from the visitor made her frown.

drunkard?

She hates such a man!

The person who came was none other than Fang Minghua.

However, her professionalism quickly restored her normal demeanor, and she asked: "Sir, what's the matter?"

Last night, Liu Jianjun and I got very drunk. When we woke up this morning, we still smelled of alcohol. We were in a hurry and had no clothes to change, so Fang Minghua went directly to the development office. Anyway, he would be home soon after finishing his work.

Fang Minghua keenly caught the disgusted expression flashing across the face of the blonde beauty in front of him, but he didn't say anything. When he heard the other party's inquiry, he also said concisely and to the point: "My name is Fang Minghua, I am from China, and I am donating to your school."

"Oh, Mr. Fang, thank you for your support of our school." Linda said with a professional smile on her face: "Please sit down, how much do you want to donate? Our school stipulates that the minimum donation amount accepted is 1,000 US dollars."

Normally, Linda would not say this number, but today she had to give an extra reminder.

After all, the other party is from China, which is a relatively poor country, and $1,000 is a very big number for them!

"Really? 1,000 US dollars?" Fang Minghua sat on the sofa, crossed his legs and said with a smile: "I thought there was no threshold, 50 or 100 would be fine."

"I'm sorry, this is the school's rule." Linda kept a smile on her face. If it weren't for working hours now, she would have stayed away from the "alcoholic" in front of her.

"I will donate 10 million."

"What? 10 million?!"

Linda felt herself scream out loud. She suspected that there was something wrong with her ears. Of course, she even suspected that the other party was just playing a prank!

"Sir, it's working time now, please don't joke, otherwise I will call the security guard!" Linda's pretty face was tense.

"This is the first time I've heard of someone driving away donors." Fang Minghua laughed, "Okay, I'll go. It seems like today is not the time."

After saying this, Fang Minghua stood up.

"Wait. Sir, are you sure you want to donate 10 million?" Linda hurriedly stopped him.

"Miss, how could I make such a joke? I'm not that boring." Fang Minghua replied helplessly.

"Sorry, sorry." Linda immediately became enthusiastic, poured Fang Minghua a cup of coffee, sat on the sofa on the other side, and asked carefully:

"Mr. Fang, we welcome your donation to our school. Excuse me, what do you do? After all, 10 million is not a small amount."

Linda muttered in her heart.

The other party seemed to really want to donate, but the source of funds should be clarified.

Especially if it is the improper funds of the San Francisco Chinatown Black Society, then it will be troublesome!

"I am a writer. I write books in our country and in your country. Well, I recently wrote the "Harry Potter" series, and my donation is my royalties." Fang Minghua answered truthfully.

"Oh, my God. You are the author of the "Harry Potter" series?!" Linda exclaimed again.

"Fang Minghua, Minghua?! Oh, God, when you just walked in, I felt like I had seen you somewhere. It turned out that I had seen your photo in the newspaper."

Really?

Fang Minghua didn't know whether what the other party said was true or not, but he didn't care about it.

"Mr. Fang, I have a small request. Can you sign for me?" Linda quickly walked behind the desk and took out a book from the drawer.

Fang Minghua took it and saw that it was the third book in the Harry Potter series, "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban" published at the beginning of this year!

Ouch

You are slacking off at work and reading novels? !

Fang Minghua didn't say anything. He picked up a pen and signed his name on the title page of the book.

"Thank you, Mr. Minghua. I like watching Harry Potter movies very much." Linda said again: "The movie is very faithful to the original book. It allows me to see a different magical world and the character Ruifang. It is so cute!"

Seeing this young lady talking about the movie, Fang Minghua was speechless.

Miss, have you forgotten your job? !

If I were your boss, I would definitely fire you!