The reason for disliking Bill Gates (bonus chapter today)

Giving a student two hundred dollars a month for living expenses was absolutely more than enough. These days, white-collar workers in big cities only earned a salary of thirteen or fourteen hundred dollars a month, and they had to pay for their own rent, utilities, transportation, and other expenses.

Two hundred dollars was sufficient for a student's monthly living costs; they couldn't expect to eat like royalty, but they would certainly be full.

In total, a student only needed a subsidy of twenty-four hundred dollars a year, and two thousand students required a total of 4.8 million dollars per year.

Spending 4.8 million dollars to buy the goodwill of more than ten thousand faculty members and students across Yale University was a rare and incredibly lucrative deal.

Coupled with the academic building he donated, which featured heating and air conditioning, his good reputation at Yale University would endure indefinitely.

Since transmigrating, Wang Xiuyuan had never stopped researching the system. Compared to short-lived good or evil acts, actions with longer-lasting impacts yielded more sin points and merit points.

For instance, if he gave a homeless person a piece of bread to fill their stomach, he could gain one merit point. If he gave a homeless person ten pieces of bread, he would still only get three merit points.

The amount of merit points obtained from the same action on the same person would exhibit a diminishing effect.

However, if he introduced a job to a homeless person and helped them escape the fate of living on the streets, Wang Xiuyuan could gain thirty merit points, and it would continue to generate one merit point every month.

Therefore, by building academic halls for the school to provide a better learning environment and providing living subsidies to impoverished students so they could have more time to study, the merit points Wang Xiuyuan could obtain would be greater and more lasting.

Reputation, influence, and merit points were all within his grasp. This time, Wang Xiuyuan's actions of returning to Yale University to donate a building and money were simply a massive win; the most crucial part was that these donations were fucking tax-deductible.

The university's efficiency was very high. That same evening, they called in a large group of media reporters and held a donation ceremony in the university's grand auditorium.

When the donation agreement was signed, the applause from the audience shook the sky, and the constant flashing of magnesium lights lit up the stage like daylight, making it so Wang Xiuyuan could barely keep his eyes open.

This large donation, totaling 24.4 million dollars, set a record for the highest single donation to an American university.

In the original history, the first time an American university received a single donation exceeding twenty million dollars was when Bill Gates and former Microsoft CEO Steve Ballmer jointly donated to Harvard University. The purpose of that donation was to build the academic building for the Department of Computer Science at Harvard University.

Interestingly, Bill Gates had studied law, while Steve Ballmer had studied mathematics, yet they ended up donating money to build an academic building for the Department of Computer Science.

This result was logical but lacked sentiment.

In short, Wang Xiuyuan's sudden emergence allowed him to intercept the donation record originally set by Bill Gates and Steve Ballmer. If Bill Gates still wanted to establish his persona as a pioneer of charity, he would have to pay a much higher price.

In his past life, Wang Xiuyuan had always been annoyed by Bill Gates. It wasn't that he hated the rich; as an ordinary person, even if he did, his resentment wouldn't reach a tycoon of Bill Gates' magnitude.

Mainly, it was because this dog-like person wanted to act like a whore and then set up a monument to his own chastity, boasting to the whole world about how kind he was for donating his entire fortune, and even trying to trick Chinese tycoons into donating their personal wealth into his charitable foundation.

In reality, anyone who had any understanding of the American charitable system knew very well that it was merely a means for American tycoons to avoid high inheritance taxes.

At that time, online information wasn't yet well-developed, and the vast majority of Chinese people, due to their motherland's long-term poverty and weakness, had an inexplicable worship and filter regarding developed Western countries.

At the time, Wang Xiuyuan had even argued and traded insults with a group of netizens online because of Bill Gates' fake charity and real tax evasion. The final result was no surprise; it ended in Wang Xiuyuan's crushing defeat as he deleted his posts and closed his account.

It was precisely because of this incident that Wang Xiuyuan had since felt a deep-seated hatred for these hypocritical, arrogant, cold-blooded, and extremely greedy dead Westerners. It had reached the point where every time he saw information or videos of foreigners being unlucky, he would definitely go and add a shovel of dirt to kick them while they were down.

Of course, Wang Xiuyuan naturally despised those foreign-worshippers and the 'reverse-dowry' women who married foreigners. Otherwise, why would Wang Xiuyuan specifically go to Los Angeles during his travels to watch Sweet Doughnut's joke? Because that joke could make him happy.

But something Wang Xiuyuan never expected happened: he had actually transmigrated to America.

The opportunity for revenge had arrived!

Attacking a fortress from the outside was too difficult, but destroying the enemy from within the fortress reduced the difficulty by several times. How could he let such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity slip away?

However, the rules of American society were right there. If Wang Xiuyuan wanted to develop better in this land, he had to play within this established system of rules; otherwise, he would definitely run into trouble.

If not for being forced by the system's rules, would Wang Xiuyuan donate money to these people and departments?

Give it a rest!

How could he possibly donate money to these Westerners? He might as well hire a group of people to hand out weed and little white powders to passersby on the street... On the way back to New York, Wang Xiuyuan, who had been spacing out, suddenly spoke.

“Holt, if I wanted to deal with some gang members, do you have any good suggestions?”

Holt was the captain of Wang Xiuyuan's bodyguard team. He had served in Delta Force for nine years with the rank of lieutenant.

Like many bodyguards, Holt's wife was seriously ill but had no money for treatment.

The medical insurance he used to pay a high price for every month hidden an extremely deceptive clause: for major illnesses, the insured person needed to pay fifty thousand dollars out of pocket before the insurance company would cover the treatment costs exceeding fifty thousand dollars.

This pit-like clause had ruined Holt's family. If Holt could afford fifty thousand dollars, why would he buy medical insurance? He could have just paid for the treatment himself!

Unable to produce fifty thousand dollars for treatment, Holt could only watch his beloved wife wait for death, sinking into deep self-reproach.

Until Wang Xiuyuan appeared in their home like a god. Under Wang Xiuyuan's maneuvers, this soldier with a conscience and a sense of morality was moved by him.

In the end, he became Wang Xiuyuan's bodyguard captain, a bodyguard comparable to a modern-day death soldier.

Sitting in the front row, Holt turned around after hearing the question and asked expressionlessly, “Boss, is it the kind of dealing where people die or the kind where they don't? Should it be executed publicly or quietly? Do you have detailed information on this gang?”

“Eh! How can this kind of thing be fucking executed publicly!”

“America is a country known for the rule of law. This kind of revenge has a bad influence, so we have to do it quietly, and it definitely has to be the kind of revenge where people die.”

“However, I don't have information on this gang in my hands; I only know it's a Chinese gang.”

“Back then, I was just an ordinary student and hadn't offended anyone in this gang, but I was suddenly beaten into the hospital by a punk from this gang and stayed there for a long time.”

“Now that I've struck it rich, it's not my style to leave a grudge unavenged. So, you understand.”

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