"You were just concerned about your income, but now you're going to donate your remaining savings too?" Song He asked bluntly.
"Income is income, and donations are donations." Stephen King explained, his expression complicated.
Song He smiled faintly and reached to the side again.
A staff member stepped forward and handed him a yellow document envelope.
"Ilima has already discussed the donation with me." Song He opened the envelope and handed it to him.
"I've drafted a plan. Your donation will be used as research funding to support a specific experimental team. To put it plainly, it will fund your experimental team."
"You'll decide how to use this money. Use it however you want. You can buy experimental materials or give bonuses to team members. You'll have complete freedom."
Stephen King froze and hurriedly lowered his head to read the document, evidently not expecting this situation.
Judith was the first to react. She repeatedly expressed her thanks, deeply grateful.
A moment later, Stephen King finished reading the document and signed it decisively.
"Thank you. I'm truly very grateful!" Stephen King said solemnly, his tone resembling an oath. "I'll do my best to build a qualified scientific research team and complete Chenghuang Company's research and development mission!"
Song He rose with a smile and once again clasped his hand. "Then I'll await your good news!"
The next morning.
At Ruoqiang Base, Song He pushed open the laboratory door.
The team members were busy at work. Cries from White Mouse came from the second floor, while the researchers on the first floor sat before their computers, staring at the data.
"The boss is back!" someone suddenly shouted.
At once, countless gazes focused on Song He.
"Boss, did it work?"
"The news says Stephen King has already left Gaul, but his whereabouts