I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 506 - 504: Isn’t it Just a Subject Competition?

Throughout the trip, Zhang Minglei muted himself completely, and the other research students who had joined him behaved submissively as well.

Good grief, even though everyone was about the same age and also colleagues in the same research group, the man was the world's richest person; how could they treat him like they would any ordinary individual?

However, what everyone felt more than anything else was a sense of astonishment mixed with delight. As the saying goes, "when one man achieves enlightenment, his pets ascend to heaven." In any case, considering their ties as fellow disciples, he would probably be able to refer them to some job opportunities in the future, right?

Not to mention anything else, just pulling out a graduation photo with the world's richest person would surely make anyone take a second glance at you.

When they arrived at the laboratory, Han Jinyu was sitting inside with a cheerful smile, drinking tea.

This year, ever since he met Zhang Menglong, life seemed as if he had activated a cheat code.

He had secured several national-level projects in succession. With the vast resources and funding provided by Zhang Menglong, he made tremendous breakthroughs in the academic field, publishing papers far surpassing his previous records in both quantity and quality.

But these were merely his academic achievements.

With the high-performance carbon nanotube modified materials, he landed a 1 billion enterprise project, the service fees alone being beyond the reach of an ordinary professor in their lifetime.

The current Han Jinyu enjoyed both fame and wealth, a far cry from the man who had hit rock bottom a year before, begging for money from businesses far and wide.

Now, businesses were practically wearing out the threshold of his office, hoping to entrust him with projects; especially those companies that had rejected him outright before, they were humbly ingratiating themselves like little brothers.

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Han Jinyu now also held the title of Dean of the School, and anyone wanting to use their Particle Collider had to go through his approval.

You are a professor? Get in line, there are plenty more who have already made reservations before you.

You are an Academician? I'm sorry, but you will also need to queue up. Do you think there are few Academicians waiting in line?

Yet he never forgot that all he had today originated from his student Zhang Menglong.

"Yo, Menglong, you're here! Have a seat," Han Jinyu said, immediately standing up and even taking the initiative to pour him a cup of tea upon Zhang Menglong's arrival at the school.

"Teacher, you two chat first, we'll go get busy," the senior classmates greeted Han Jinyu and then left the office.

Following the long-standing tradition, all students who joined the research group needed to select their research topics after joining, which involved their future research focus and thesis.

"Everyone should know each other by now," Han Jinyu maintained the dignity befitting a prospective Academician in front of the other students, "Let me first state the rules of our research group. Graduate students who want to graduate, it's very simple, two projects, two second-tier SCI papers, or one first-tier SCI paper, and you can graduate!"

Upon hearing this, all the students showed pained expressions.

Publishing an SCI paper is not a difficult task, as long as you're earnestly engaged in scientific research, there's generally no problem.

However, to publish a second-tier or even first-tier SCI paper is not an easy feat. Even in some lower-ranked schools, such achievements could qualify someone for an associate professorship or even a full professorship.

Every year, many students driven to despair by pressure commit suicide, a portion of them are researchers unable to get their papers published.

In Han Jinyu's lab, the treatment might be good, but the demands were unquestionably high.

The students nodded one after another, understanding that the more challenging the topic, the higher its value, which naturally would be more beneficial for their future.

"These are the research projects I will undertake this year. Everyone can choose according to their own interests. Once selected, for the next three years, you can work on these topics with your senior brothers and sisters," he said.

Han Jinyu placed more than a dozen research reports in front of them.

"New Preparation Methods of Graphene Performance Techniques"

"Construction of Super-Hydrophobic Structures on Carbon Nanotube Surfaces"

"High Flame-Resistant Polyester"

...

Faced with these dazzling array of projects, everyone was pretty much bamboozled and could only choose the ones with the most impressive-sounding names. As for whether they could actually produce any results, that was up to their luck.

"Menglong, you're the only one left."

"Uh... this..." Zhang Menglong edged closer to Han Jinyu's ear, "Teacher Han, can we have a private chat?"

"You all go and get to know your senior brothers and sisters, Menglong and I need to discuss something," Han Jinyu said directly to the other students.

Having money means having privileges, and everyone was well aware of this. With the status of the world's richest man, even if Han Jinyu let Zhang Menglong graduate directly, it would probably be a very easy thing to do.

As for papers, as long as the teacher simply adds a student's name when writing papers, that would suffice.

"Alright, they've all gone out now, so what is it you want to say?" Han Jinyu asked with a smile.

"Teacher Han, I have something to discuss with you," Zhang Menglong said with a playful smile, "You know, I'm really busy usually, and doing scientific research is such a time-consuming thing, and it's quite meaningless. Can I not get involved in these things?"

"No way!" Han Jinyu said outright, "Although that's something, I can be a principled teacher. On this matter, I will definitely not give you an easy pass."

"What if I donate 10 billion for your research funds?"

Han Jinyu nearly had an internal injury on the spot. He had never seen a student try to graduate by throwing money at a teacher before. This is university, is this how you play the game?

"No... I can't do that!" Han Jinyu said, holding back his sadness as he refused Zhang Menglong's request. There were things he was willing to compromise on, but he would not make mistakes on matters of principle.

"Teacher Han, you know that these topics are so uninteresting for me, it's like asking a university student to do 'one plus one equals two', which is quite insulting to my intelligence and a complete waste of my valuable time. My time should be spent on more meaningful things."

"An insult to intelligence?" Han Jinyu nearly spat out blood after hearing this.

Take the first project, for example. As a hot topic currently, graphene's preparation process is difficult and expensive, with ultrapure monolayer graphene even selling for thousands per gram, far more expensive than gold.

But currently there are only a few preparation processes in the world. If someone could develop a new, efficient method, not to mention winning a Nobel Prize, such an achievement would definitely make top universities around the world extend olive branches to them.

This illustrates just how difficult the project is, and even a small breakthrough in this domain could easily result in a published paper.

Zhang Menglong called these difficult projects an insult to intelligence?

But then Han Jinyu suddenly remembered the technologies that Zhang Menglong had contributed to the country.

Things like the anti-gravity engine or controlled nuclear fusion, aren't those ideas that humans currently don't even dare to think about?

Back then, old authorities and experts surrounded Zhang Menglong, bombarding him with questions, and he answered them smoothly. That scene was still vivid in Han Jinyu's mind.

Zhang Menglong's capabilities were always a question mark in Han Jinyu's head.

He might indeed be able to easily accomplish these tasks, it didn't seem impossible.

"Here's the deal, if you can accomplish one thing for me, I'll agree to what you're asking. After that, even if you don't come to school, no one will dare trouble you!"

"What's that?"

"Our university is going to have a disciplinary competition soon. This competition affects our university's national ranking and whether we can become one of the new key universities. Universities from all over the country will participate, covering domains like chemistry, physics, biology, computer science, and so on."

"If you can help the school get into the top 18, then we can talk!"

"How long does this competition go on?" Zhang Menglong asked.

"One to two months."

"Deal!" Zhang Menglong slapped his thigh. One or two months in exchange for three years of peace, this was a good deal, "Is it just a disciplinary competition? How hard can it be?"