Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 791 Donation
That afternoon, Fang Minghua got drunk and did not go home. He slept on the floor in Liu Jianjun's living room for the night.

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

Famous American universities all have special institutions to accept and manage huge sums of money from all walks of life. Such a department at Stanford University is called Development Office, abbreviated as DO, and it is located in this red building.

Linda is an employee in this office. Her job is to receive potential donors who call or visit.

They will ask about the school's donation policy, how the school manages their donated funds, and how the funds will be used, etc. during phone calls and interviews.

Shortly after I got to work today, I received a call from a wealthy man from New York, who expressed his willingness to donate 100 million US dollars to Stanford University.

One million US dollars is not a small amount!
Linda introduced the university's donation policy and fund usage to the wealthy man named Smith in a very enthusiastic tone, and told him very clearly:

"Mr. Smith, you can specify the purpose of these funds, such as funding a project or building a school building. We will give you a detailed description and a list of the final use of the funds. We will not waste a penny of your money."

"No, no, I don't have any special purpose. I donate money to show my respect for your school. To be honest, I only studied at a community college in New York. It is my lifelong regret that I cannot study at your school."

On the other end of the phone, the man started to chatter.

My son, James, is a very smart boy who will be in Grade 12 soon. I wonder if he can go to your school to study in college in the future?"

I see.
Linda understood instantly.

Want to go to school by donating money?

In the United States, especially private universities like Stanford, Harvard, MIT, Yale, etc., these Ivy League schools, you can allow your children to attend school by donating money!
But it’s not enough, you only donated 100 million?
Too little!
What do you think we are at Stanford?
You went to community college?

Of course, that's not the case.

Linda told the other party very tactfully that Stanford University's admission is very strict and mainly depends on your child's high school performance. Of course, we appreciate your donation to our school and will consider this factor in the future when enrolling.

The implication is that your donation is not enough!

As for whether the other party heard it or not, that is not something I consider.

Finally, Mr. Smith decided to donate $100 million. 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 too busy to come, we will also send you a beautiful donation certificate. "

"I wish you good luck, and I hope your children can study in our school." Linda said and hung up the phone.

Linda made herself a cup of coffee and drank it elegantly while looking out the window at the summer greenery outside. She was in a very happy mood.

It is undoubtedly a very happy thing for the school to receive a donation of 100 million US dollars today.

Just then, 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, who had yellow skin, black hair, and was wearing a T-shirt and casual pants. He looked very gentle, but the faint smell of alcohol emanating from him made her frown.

drunkard?

She hates men like this!
The person who came was Fang Minghua.

However, her professionalism allowed her to quickly regain her composure, and she asked, "Sir, what's the matter?"

I got drunk with Liu Jianjun last night and I still smelled of alcohol when I woke up this morning. I came in a hurry and had no clothes to change, so Fang Minghua went directly to the Development Office. Anyway, he would go home soon after finishing his work.

Fang Minghua was very keen to catch the disgusted expression that flashed across the face of the blonde beauty in front of him, but he didn't say anything. When he heard the other party's question, he also said briefly: "My name is Fang Minghua, I'm from China, and I donated money to your school."

"Oh, Mr. Fang, thank you for your support for our school." Linda showed a professional smile on her face: "Please take a seat. How much do you want to donate? Our school stipulates that the minimum donation amount accepted is 1000 US dollars."

Normally, Linda doesn't mention this number, but today she has to give an extra reminder.

After all, the other party is from China, which is a relatively poor country, and 1000 US dollars is a very large sum of money for them!

"Really? 1000 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 rule." Linda maintained a smile on her face. If it wasn't working hours, she would have stayed away from the "drunkard" in front of her.

“I will donate 1000 million.”

"What? One million?!"

Linda felt that she screamed out loud and she suspected that there was something wrong with her ears. Of course, she also suspected that the other party was just playing a prank!

"Sir, it's working hours now. Please don't joke around, or I'll call security!" Linda's pretty face was tense.

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

After saying this, Fang Minghua was about to stand up.

"Wait, sir, are you sure you want to donate 1000 million?" Linda hurriedly stopped him.

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

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Linda immediately became enthusiastic and poured Fang Minghua a cup of coffee. She 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 for a living? After all, 1000 million is not a small amount."

Linda grumbled to herself.

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

Don’t let it be the illegal funds of the gangs in San Francisco’s Chinatown, that would be troublesome!
"I am a writer. I write books in our country and also in your country. Well, I recently wrote the Harry Potter series. 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 first walked in, I felt like I had seen you somewhere before. It turned out that I had seen your photo in the newspaper."

is it?

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

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

Fang Minghua took it and took a look, and it turned out to be the third book in the Harry Potter series, "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban" published at the beginning of this year!
Oops
Actually slacking off and reading novels at work?!

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

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

Seeing the young girl in front of him talking incessantly about movies, Fang Minghua was speechless.

Miss, have you forgotten your job?!

If I were your boss, I would definitely fire you!
(End of this chapter)