America's Greatest Villain: I Defeat Magic with Magic

Regardless of what Chen Yuan was thinking, these politically correct accusations would have left an ordinary leftist speechless and blushing with embarrassment if they were present.

However, Vanderbilt was not Olivia after all. Although his face turned pale and then red, he quickly adjusted his breathing.

Moreover, he completely ignored the moral accusations from the other side, instead adopting a compassionate and sympathetic demeanor, attempting to counter Chen Yuan on the level of strategic thinking.

"Mr. Chen, I admit that there were shortcomings in the way the photos were obtained. But this does not change the basic fact: your so-called charity is nothing more than providing some unhealthy food to underprivileged minorities, and it cannot fundamentally solve the survival difficulties they face."

Then, Vanderbilt straightened his suit, surveyed the entire conference room, and said arrogantly:

"True social responsibility is about changing lives. I believe many of you here have already heard that our family's Pioneer Medical Foundation will soon be launching a $5 million free clinical assistance program for targeted new drugs at several public hospitals in Los Angeles."

"As we all know, specific drugs for treating certain immunodeficiency disorders are extremely expensive. Once this plan is implemented, impoverished patients who cannot afford these medications due to lack of health insurance will also have a new lease on life!"

Vanderbilt spread his arms wide, like a savior.

However, Chen Yuan sneered disdainfully:

"So, in order to advance this five-million-dollar project, you're willing to slander an ordinary girl who is dedicated to public service?"

Chen Yuan's meaning was clear: Vanderbilt's exaggerated claims about his company's philanthropic projects were matters outside of school.

However, Vanderbilt's purpose in standing here was to prevent Chen Yuan's "South District Homeless Hot Food Care Project" from receiving a $3 school-level grant. These two matters should obviously be discussed separately.

However, Vanderbilt was incredibly thick-skinned; he continued without batting an eye:

"To support our family's massive free clinical trial assistance program for new drugs, our School of Life Sciences Charitable Foundation will also be conducting large-scale outreach events on campus and in the surrounding area this semester."

At this point, he looked at Vivian, who was not far away.

"Therefore, instead of using our precious 'Special Development Fund' on a small restaurant that produces junk food, it would be better to entrust it to our College of Life Sciences Charity Foundation and use it for great public welfare causes that can actually save lives!"

At this moment, Vanderbilt finally revealed his reason for targeting Chen Yuan's "Southern District Homeless Hot Food Care Program": it was for the 3 yuan grant from the foundation.

As the saying goes, rivals are enemies. Although a grant of $3 is not much, it means the allocation of USC's charitable resources and political endorsement.

If Chen Yuan takes away some of the resources, then Vanderbilt will receive fewer resources accordingly.

While the Vanderbilt family didn't spend the exaggerated $500 million they boasted about in order to promote the "Free Clinical Assistance Program" in Los Angeles and throughout California, they still spent a considerable amount on public relations.

Therefore, Vanderbilt urgently needs to obtain more philanthropic resources from USC to endorse this important family project.

Last week, when Chen Yuan was organizing a charity event at the Blessing House, a large number of posts attacking Rongdingge appeared on the campus forum. This was naturally the work of Vanderbilt, who paid for a large number of online trolls.

However, a photo of "charity girl" Lisa instantly reversed public opinion, and Rongding Pavilion suddenly became a benchmark for charity rooted in the grassroots community.

That's why Vanderbilt thought of exposing Lisa's real photos, once again bringing down and discrediting Rongdingge.

Upon hearing this grand declaration, the leaders of the surrounding community groups and organizations began to whisper among themselves. This medical aid plan, which involved pouring millions of dollars into the project, was undoubtedly a flawless political achievement.

Some shrewd individuals have already begun to plan how to cultivate a good relationship with Vanderbilt, hoping to gain some benefits in terms of both fame and fortune.

"Why don't we allocate Mr. Chen's grant to the charity foundation first?" someone suggested quickly. "After all, Mr. Chen's Rongding Pavilion has just become a pilot project for cooperation with our school. It's not really appropriate for him to receive a grant of 3 yuan right from the start."

"Yes, yes! Why not observe for a while longer, and then allocate funds to Mr. Chen next semester once his public welfare project has truly reached a certain scale?"

The meeting room gradually became noisy, with many people objecting to Chen Yuan taking the $3 grant for himself.

After all, the cake is only so big. How can a newcomer like him eat so much in one bite?

It would be better to do a favor and let the Vanderbilt Foundation take the $30,000.

Although the Vanderbilt family's name isn't as well-known as the Sinclair family's, they are still a well-known local company, and it certainly wouldn't hurt to befriend them.

Some even bluntly stated, "What if Chen Yuan's plan fails halfway through? I think it's better to be cautious."

The attendees were buzzing with discussion, but Vivian, sitting at the head of the table, remained expressionless, showing no sign of emotion.

After all, according to regulations, anyone present can offer their opinion on the allocation of the "Special Development Fund," which was one of the agenda items for this meeting.

Therefore, even though the "Sinclair Family Sponsorship Fund" behind Vivian is the major financial backer, she only has the right to make suggestions, not the right to make decisions arbitrarily.

At this moment, most people's eyes were on Chen Yuan. Although his counter-argument was brilliant, in terms of contributions to public welfare, an unknown small restaurant certainly cannot compare to Pioneer Medical's free clinical assistance program for new drugs.

However, Chen Yuan, who was at the center of the storm, suddenly fell silent.

He didn't even glance at Vanderbilt.

Because a striking red information panel suddenly appeared in his field of vision without warning.

This panel did not originate from Vanderbilt, who was gloating nearby.

Instead, it came from the top of Miller's head, the security specialist who had somehow entered the conference room from the main entrance.

[Target: Jack Miller, 23 years old, security specialist at the Poseidon's Trident Club.]

[Recent Criminal Acts: The target's sister, Lily Miller, is critically ill and hospitalized due to a congenital immunodeficiency disease, leaving her with enormous unpayable medical bills. The target, carrying a deadly weapon, infiltrates the VIP meeting room of the Poseidon's Trident Club in an attempt to exact revenge.]

Upon seeing the bright red text, Chen Yuan's heart sank, and his brain instantly went into overdrive.

Being unable to repay huge medical bills is considered a heinous crime in the United States.

Bringing weapons into the venue usually indicates ill intentions.

But he had no grudge against this security officer, so why could he see the system's pop-up notification panel?

At this moment, Miller suddenly left the doorway and began moving into the conference room, his hawk-like eyes scanning the room back and forth.

Judging from his expression, he seemed to have a grudge against everyone in the room.

Moreover, Chen Yuan could see very clearly that Miller's security uniform waistband was bulging, obviously hiding something!

What exactly does he want to do?

Chen Yuan looked at the information panel above Miller's head again and suddenly noticed a medical term:

"Innate immunodeficiency diseases".

Miller's gaze then finally landed on Vanderbilt.

His eyes were filled with hatred!

A flash of lightning seemed to strike Chen Yuan's mind!

Just now, when Vanderbilt was boasting about Pioneer Medical's great philanthropy, he claimed that their targeted drug was specifically for "congenital immunodeficiency syndrome"!

Furthermore, the information panel above Vanderbilt's head indicated that a female patient who had used the medication was in critical condition.

Could it be that this female patient is the sister of security officer Miller?

Thinking of this, he immediately stood up and loudly asked Vanderbilt:

Do you know a patient named Lily Miller?

Vanderbilt was taken aback by what he heard, and his confident expression immediately turned strange.

Chen Yuan knew he had guessed correctly.