I’m In Charge of SCP

Seeing Zhang Jue nodding, Principal Bai was relieved.

Everyone laughed.

Zhang Jue agreed to donate, and the matter was considered half done, but the matter was not over yet.

Donations are fine, but how much is another question.

All eyes turned to Leshan again.

Le Shan smiled slightly, and said to Miss Manners: Excuse me, can you help me count how much those colleagues donated in total?

Miss Manners froze for a moment, Principal Bai coughed lightly, and then she came back to her senses: Wait a minute, I'll count right away.

The atmosphere at the scene became tense again, and everyone was guessing what Leshan wanted to do.

Three minutes later, the hostess said: Hi, all alumni donated a total of 2.335 million yuan just now.

Okay, thank you. Le Shan said politely, and then he wrote down the number 233.5 in the donation amount column of the fundraising book—the unit is naturally ten thousand yuan.

Wow—

After Leshan finished writing, the audience burst into warm applause.

In the absence of disasters and epidemics, Sirui Group donated more than 2 million yuan to Jiangzhou University at one time, which is already a pretty good result.

Principal Bai heaved a sigh of relief. In this way, he could finally explain something to the teachers and students in the school.

Wait a moment!

At this moment, Zhang Jue's voice sounded.

All eyes were attracted to him again.

Yang Xue wanted to hold his hand, but was a step too late.

He strode towards the hostess lady, and took the donation book that Le Shan had just handed over from her—to be precise, he snatched it.

He faced Leshan and pointed to the column of donation amount.

Mr. Le, did you make a mistake here?

No one knew what he wanted to do, but no one dared to interrupt him.

However, his attitude seems to be not very good. Could it be that he thinks he donated too much and wants to go back on his word?

In the scene, only Leshan probably guessed what Zhang Jue was thinking.

Oh, it's not a typo. Zhang Jue took his finger away, So I misread it, it's a fly, I'm ashamed.

Zhang Jue returned the donation book to Miss Manners.

Then he walked off the stage quickly, took Yang Xue's hand and walked out.

His speed was very fast, he left the hotel lobby in two or three steps, and disappeared from everyone's sight.

That anxious look, as if he had eaten the overlord's meal and didn't pay for it.

All the people present were at a loss, and they couldn't figure out why he made such a move.

Just when everyone felt strange about Zhang Jue's strange behavior, Miss Manners suddenly called out.

Principal Bai frowned, thinking that the people in the hotel were too unreliable, but when he turned around, he was also stunned by the scene in front of him.

Principal Bai, what's wrong with you? Vice-principal Zhang followed his gaze and changed into the same state.

When the guests present discovered the abnormality one by one, their jaws dropped in shock.

It turned out that after the donation book passed through Zhang Jue's hands, a dot was erased—yes, it was a decimal point.

The original donation amount was 2.335 million, which suddenly became 23.35 million.

It has doubled ten times.

The donation book is not just a simple number, it is real money, and it cannot be filled indiscriminately.

It's not a big deal to watch the excitement.

No wonder he was running away.

Principal Bai laughed awkwardly, and said to Leshan, Consultant Zhang can really make jokes.

No. Le Shan shook his head, and he maintained a gentlemanly demeanor from the beginning to the end.

Since the amount was changed by Mr. Zhang Jue, then I agree, and this will not change—

Hearing what Le Shan said, everyone present was overwhelmed.

20 million donations, what kind of concept is this?

That Zhang Jue changed it as soon as he said it,

And this Leshan actually agreed?

Doesn't this count as money in their eyes?

Several impoverished student representatives wept with joy and hugged each other.

After everyone cheered, Le Shan continued: Money can be donated, but I have a small condition, and I hope Principal Bai can agree.

Hearing that Leshan agreed to donate, Principal Bai's eyes lit up, let alone a small condition, even if he was asked to come to a striptease, he would be obliged to do so!

However, Leshan was not Zhang Jue after all, so he couldn't think of such a damaging move.

He slowly said: For a total of 23.35 million yuan in donations, Sirui Group still only counts 2.335 million yuan, and the remaining 21.015 million yuan will be donated to Jiangzhou University in the name of Mr. Zhang Jue, and a special foundation will be established to reward Those poor students with excellent academic performance.

Le Shan's request was not a request at all, and Principal Bai nodded immediately: There is no problem at all, so Mr. Le, what is the name of this foundation?

Le Shan thought for a while: Let's call it the 'Shuangyu Fund'.

After a simple conversation, the matter is considered completely settled.

I believe that it won't be long before the name Zhang Jue will leave a strong mark in the history of Jiangzhou University.

...

At this moment, our classmate Zhang Jue, the founder of Shuangyu Fund, is pulling Yang Xue all the way.

During this period, he turned his head several times to confirm that no one was chasing them, and then stopped at the door of a milk tea shop.

Yang Xue was out of breath: You, what are you running for?

Zhang Jue's physical strength was much better than Yang Xue's. He still looked behind him, afraid that someone would chase him.

If I don't run away, I will be entangled in tens of millions of debts. When someone detains me, you will have no place to cry.

Yang Xue didn't know, so Zhang Jue confirmed his safety, and then explained what he did just now.

Yang Xue shook her head: Just mess around, with so much money, I'll see how you end up.

What do you know? Zhang Jue said with a chuckle, That person in Leshan will definitely admit it. It's best to deal with a gentleman like him.

Yes, you are the most difficult to deal with. Yang Xue said helplessly.

It's good to know. Zhang Jue nodded triumphantly, then pointed to the milk tea shop next to him, I ate too fast just now, I choked, please buy me a cup of milk tea.

Yang Xuedao: Under normal circumstances, shouldn't boys invite girls to drink?

I have no money. Zhang Jue was confident.

...

Just when the two were being hypocritical over who invited them to drink milk tea, in the cafe across the street, two people who couldn't see clearly were looking down at them from the window.

The young man in a white suit took a sip of coffee to relax.

Is he Zhang Jue?

His servant replied: Yes, according to the news sent back by the poisonous snake, it is he who destroyed our plan.

He's an interesting person. The young man smiled.

Should I inform Rucker—

No need. The young man interrupted him. Since the other party survived Mr. Huai's self-destruction, it proves that ordinary lethal weapons are useless to him. If you let Lak shoot him, you will not only waste a bullet, but also arouse the vigilance of the other party.

The servant frowned and said, Then what should we do? Let him go?

Of course not. The man in the white suit sneered menacingly, and the air around him seemed to freeze.

The person who opposes us, not only must not be let go, but also let him die—but to deal with this kind of difficult person, the first task is to find out the ability of the opponent, and then... one blow will kill him!