Yang Houliang never expected that, at his advanced age, he would still be force-fed a dose of public displays of affection.
He said with a wry smile, "This might be..."
"Mr. Yang," Jiang Xu said, "I'm getting married next June.
I was thinking of giving my wife a special gift.
So I can provide the ten billion, but I have just two requests.
One is the name, and the other is that my fiancée and I can have a seat on the school board."
Money wasn't an issue for Jiang Xu, but he wouldn't benefit if he didn't gain something in return.
If they named the school after the two of them.
If the university eventually emerged victorious from the fierce competition, it would be a shining business card for Jiang Xu, An Nuonuo, and the Nuomi Group.
The status of being on the school board goes without saying.
"This..." Yang Houliang looked hesitant.
He could offer a position on the school board, but the name...
