[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-restarted-life-1992":3,"chapter-my-restarted-life-1992-my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-951":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","My Restarted Life: 1992",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2280501,4460,"Chapter 951: A Twenty-Million-Dollar Check","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-951",951,"\u003Cp>Academy of Fine Arts, Zhao Qi’s Office!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Congwen sat on the sofa smoking: “Zhou Andong doesn’t have time to attend the opening ceremony.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zengquan said with great disappointment: “I looked up the news about Zhou Andong and his speech yesterday—it really moved me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Congwen smiled: “His sister will be studying here for four years; there’s bound to be a chance to get him here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly!” Gu Zengquan nodded: “If we can’t persuade him, we’ll drag him here by force.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He should be arriving soon.” Zhao Qi checked the time and stood up: “Let’s go meet him at the gate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go!” An Congwen and Gu Zengquan rose and followed Zhao Qi out of the office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A twenty-million-dollar donation—if Zhou Andong hadn’t insisted on discretion, Zhao Qi would have hung banners, beaten drums, and gathered the entire campus to welcome him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three of them appearing together puzzled many teachers they passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the opening just days away, especially the ceremony and military training, the teachers were swamped, and Zhao Qi, An Congwen, and Gu Zengquan were equally overwhelmed every day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why were they gathered now, all smiling, nodding to everyone they met? Was something good happening?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the three reached the main gate, a BMW pulled up and stopped at the curb; Tang Bei got out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t recognize Zhao Qi or Gu Zengquan, but she knew An Congwen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“An… Dean!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had wanted to call him “Uncle An,” but immediately realized the setting was inappropriate and corrected herself in time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Congwen quickly introduced Zhao Qi and Gu Zengquan: “This is Tang Bei, General Manager of Dahrunfa.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dahrunfa?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Qi and Gu Zengquan froze—they knew Dahrunfa, had even shopped there—but how was this connected to the donation?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tang Zong!” An Congwen then introduced Tang Bei: “This is Dean Zhao Qi of the Academy of Fine Arts, and Vice Dean Gu Zengquan!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dean Zhao, Vice Dean Gu, nice to meet you!” Tang Bei shook hands with both.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Congwen noticed their confusion and smiled: “Dahrunfa is also owned by Zhou Andong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Qi and Gu Zengquan suddenly understood, and a sense of inevitability settled over them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Zhou Andong could have built Dahrunfa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Bei smiled slightly: “Dean Zhao, if the Academy has any needs—say, ingredients or seasonings for the cafeteria—we can deliver directly and offer you our best price.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Qi’s eyes lit up—he’d been to Dahrunfa and knew its prices were far lower than other stores.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they gave him an even better deal on top of that, the annual savings would be substantial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tang Zong, thank you so much!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Qi hadn’t expected such an unexpected bonus today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he thought of Zhou Aiqin—all these benefits came from that little girl; she must be protected at all costs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the way, that Song Zihui person must be moved to another dorm immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tang Zong!” An Congwen said: “Let’s go to the office to talk.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, yes, yes!” Zhao Qi gestured politely: “Tang Zong, this way, please.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even pure artists and educators like Zhao Qi and Gu Zengquan had to bow their heads before twenty million dollars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The four returned to the office; the teachers who had seen them leave now understood—the three leaders had gone out to greet that woman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, Tang Bei’s identity became the topic of every teacher’s gossip, yet no one could guess who this woman was that the Dean and Vice Dean had gone to meet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without a donation ceremony, the process was simple: after a brief chat in the office, Tang Bei pulled out the twenty-million-dollar Citibank check and handed it to Zhao Qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Qi’s hands trembled; tears glistened in his eyes. This twenty million dollars would bring unimaginable changes to the Academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you!” Zhao Qi suddenly bowed deeply to Tang Bei.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Bei quickly stepped aside—she knew Zhou Aiqin was studying here, and this donation was made because of her, so she had always been courteous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, she deeply respected artists like Zhao Qi; she could never accept such a bow so casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dean Zhao!” Tang Bei said: “You don’t need to thank me—you should thank our Chairman Zhou.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here!” An Congwen picked up a camera he’d prepared: “Let me take a photo of you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zengquan snatched the camera: “Zhou Andong donated this twenty million because of you, An Congwen—let me take the photo.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Qi suddenly grabbed the phone and quickly dialed the Finance Department Director Liu Wenyu’s office: “Liu, come to my office right away.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hearing the reply, Zhao Qi hung up and smiled: “We can keep this secret from everyone—but not Liu Wenyu. Let him take the photo.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, a knock came at the door; Zhao Qi called: “Come in!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door opened, and a fifty-year-old man with thinning hair entered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Wenyu had heard the three deans personally went to the gate to greet a woman and was curious about her identity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t expected Zhao Qi to call him in so suddenly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as he entered, Liu Wenyu’s eyes flicked over Tang Bei.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Young, elegant, beautiful—but he didn’t recognize her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Liu!” Gu Zengquan handed the camera to Liu Wenyu: “Here, take a photo for us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Wenyu was utterly baffled—three leaders, making a big show of greeting a woman, then calling him in just to take a photo?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though confused, he moved quickly, took the camera, listened to An Congwen’s explanation, and nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Qi and Tang Bei each held one corner of the check; An Congwen and Gu Zengquan stood on either side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Wenyu instantly recognized it as a check, but couldn’t make out the exact amount.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly it clicked—the woman was here to donate. But even so, why did all three leaders rush to the gate to greet her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long ago, a Chinese businessman donated twenty million dollars—and none of the three showed up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d heard someone got beaten up recently for pursuing a female student.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he didn’t know the beaten man was that businessman—he’d thought of him as a great philanthropist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Click! Click! Click!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Wenyu took several photos: “Done!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tang Zong!” Zhao Qi shook Tang Bei’s hand again: “Thank you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he handed the check to Liu Wenyu: “Take it—go to the Citibank representative office and cash it immediately.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(At this time, Citibank in Jingcheng was only a representative office; only Shencheng and Shanghai had upgraded to branches.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Citibank?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Wenyu took the check, glanced at it, and his eyes bulged; his hand trembled, and the check fluttered to the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He scrambled to pick it up, voice shaking: “T… two… twenty million… dollars?”\u003C\u002Fp>",1105,"2026-06-20T01:18:52.456Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","f96cab7d048e8742a1f2341c8a1f101ad93d30d3a89e426be1114dd282c7aab6","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-952","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-950",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-restarted-life-1992-cover.jpg"]