I Exchange For Black Technology By Blowing Up The Bully

Chapter 744 Du Zichun

"First, salary!" Song He said, "To be precise, it's called research assistantship, or master's degree subsidy, right? It doesn't matter, the title is not important."

"I don't know what your scientific research capabilities are, so I can only give you a lower price at the beginning, 15,000 yuan per month!"

"If everyone works hard and operates in a standardized manner, it can rise to more than 20,000 next month!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the master's students in the room were stunned!

How many? !

Fifteen thousand this month? Twenty thousand next month?

This time there was not even a gasp, and everyone was dumbfounded. A few minutes ago, they were discussing the possibility of a monthly salary of three to five thousand, but as soon as the instructor opened his mouth, he worked directly to fifteen thousand, which is half more than Qingbei!

"The second item is scholarship!" Song He said, "The scholarship I am talking about is not a school scholarship or a national scholarship. It is a scholarship set up by our School of Brain Science. The dean and I are the main funders."

"Everyone will receive the first scholarship when they first enter school, which will be used to settle their life. Based on your resume, I set the criteria for the first scholarship for each person. The minimum is 200,000 yuan and the maximum is 300,000 yuan."

"When will it be sent? Send it now!"

After speaking, Song He took out his mobile phone and tapped it gently.

Text message notifications were heard one after another in the classroom. The masters took out their mobile phones to look at them, and then the sounds of "holy shit" came one after another. Everyone's mobile phone is filled with text messages, and the amount is dizzying.

The legendary windfall?

Two to three hundred thousand for admission?

The masters were shocked. Seeing the complete change in their instructor's expression, they felt as if the believers had discovered that the God of Wealth in the temple had come to life. After a moment of silence, there was a series of loud and clear "Thank you, teacher!" with a sincere and eager tone, like believers worshiping the God of Wealth.

"This is all small money, not worth mentioning." Song He smiled, "If you work hard in the future, there will be millions, tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions. There is hope. Do you want to know how to get it?"

"I think!" The masters nodded wildly and stared at their instructors eagerly.

"I met some classmates from our class in the cafeteria before, and they told very good stories at the dinner table." Song He glanced at the front row and smiled, "I am telling a story about Du Zichun here, has anyone heard it? ?”

Everyone shook their heads.

"Du Zichun is a story in the "Xuanguailu" of the Tang Dynasty. It has been derived from many versions over thousands of years. Let me give a rough outline." Song He said.

"In the Sui Dynasty, there was a second-generation rich man named Du Zichun in Chang'an City. He liked to spend a lot of money on extravagance and enjoy life. He entertained guests every day and indulged in debauchery day and night. Soon his family fortune was ruined. After he ran out of money, he lived on the streets. His former friends pretended not to know him. He just huddled in the corner and cried bitterly."

"A sloppy old man with a white beard came over crying and asked him what was going on. Du Zichun explained in detail. The old man immediately said, this is easy to handle. Isn't it because he is short of money? I will give you three million! Du Zichun thought the old man was joking. Unexpectedly, several carriages soon drove up and stopped in front of him, and as soon as Gebu lifted the carriage, the carriages were filled with copper coins."

"Du Zichun became rich overnight, added wine, turned on the lights, and held a banquet again, and his old friends became warm to him again. In just two years, all the money from several carriages was squandered again, and Du Zichun once again lived on the streets."

"Du Zichun was squatting in the corner crying, and the old man with the white beard came again and asked him, "You have no money again?" Du Zichun cried and said, "You have no money again." The old man said, "Don't cry, I will give you another 30 million."

"The carriage pulling Qian Shan came over again. Du Zichun became a millionaire again. He continued to entertain guests, gathered beauties from all over the world, and had wine pools and meat forests. Although he had more money this time, he lost his fortune even faster. In just one year Then it was all squandered.”

"The old man with the white beard showed up again and said that I will give you another 60 million yuan in the end. If you lose everything again, it means that there is no cure for your poverty."

"This time Du Zichun learned the lesson. He cried and said that there was really no cure for his poor disease. No matter how much money he had, he would lose all his money in a year. He guessed that the old man was an immortal who could change money at will. He wanted to follow If the old man cultivates immortality, it doesn’t matter even if he works as a cow or a horse for the old man.”

"The old man said, very good! He grabbed Du Zichun's collar and rode through the clouds to a fairy mountain."

"There is a Taoist temple on the top of the mountain. The scene in the Taoist temple is based on the TV series Journey to the West. There are auspicious clouds and a giant alchemy furnace like a nuclear reactor. Near the alchemy furnace are little Taoist boys fanning banana fans and cranes walking around."

"The old man said, you don't need to be a cow or a horse for me, but you have to help me refine the elixir. The method is very simple. I will give you a few pills. You meditate in front of the stove for an hour. At this time, something will appear in front of your eyes. All kinds of hallucinations, it seems like many years, you only need to do one thing, don’t speak!”

"You can't say a word, and you can't speak in any situation. After this period of time, I have mastered this pot of elixir, and I will give you one pill to become an immortal on the spot."

"Du Zichun took the medicine and meditated with his eyes closed. He sat there for many days with a hungry stomach. Suddenly there was a sound of killing at the foot of the mountain. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the rebels entered the Taoist temple and chopped off the heads of the little Taoist boys one by one. The bloody general grabbed him by the collar and asked him who he was. If he didn't tell him, he would be killed!"

"Du Zichun closed his mouth and said nothing. When the general gave the order, the surrounding soldiers rushed up and slashed him with knives. His intestines came out, but he fainted without pain. The intestines that came out slowly retracted into his abdomen. Heals quickly.”

"The rebels threw him into a pot of boiling water and boiled him. His tongue was bitten off because of the pain, but he didn't say a word from the beginning to the end. After the cooked Du Zichun was taken out of the pot, the general set all kinds of vicious beasts to bite him. , fierce tigers, poisonous dragons, swans, lions, and snakes, but Du Zichun survived them all."

"Finally, the general became impatient and cut off his head with a knife. Du Zichun opened his eyes and found that he was in the Palace of Hell."

"The king of hell asked him his name, but Du Zichun didn't say a word. The king of hell was furious and sent ghost messengers to kidnap him to mountains of swords and seas of fire. He was skinned over and over again. Du Zichun healed himself over and over again. He was in pain. Finally, the king of hell captured his wife and said, "You If you don’t say anything, I’ll kill your wife, and the ghost guy next to you will come up and cut his wife’s flesh piece by piece with a knife.”

"My wife was so miserable that she knelt on the ground and cried loudly, saying that Du Zichun, you and I have been husband and wife for more than ten years, please say something to save me from the pain. Du Zichun cried for a long time and still didn't speak, so Gui Cha killed his wife with a knife."

"The King of Hell is annoyed and wants to send these monsters to be reincarnated as well!"

"The ghosts killed Du Zichun again. He was reborn as a frail and sick county magistrate's daughter. He was given medicine and acupuncture every day since he was a child. When he grew up, he married his husband and gave birth to a son. One time, her husband became drunk and went crazy and insisted on forcing Du Zichun to speak, but Du Zichun Not to mention, the husband was so angry that he picked up his two-year-old son and threw him hard on a stone! His skull was broken on the spot and blood spattered five steps away!"

"Du Zichun shouted, ah!"