Ancestral Wealth Inheritance System

After returning to his room and opening his email, Fang Jueyu indeed had received an invitation letter from his alma mater, Haihua No. 2 High School.

"Dear Class of 2016 alumnus, we sincerely invite you to attend the 70th anniversary of Haihua No. 2 High School. We await your arrival on July 21st. If you have any questions or need assistance, please contact the principal's office at 8545740."

"There are still 17 days to go, so there's still time to prepare well!" Fang Jueyu was determined to achieve a 2% task completion rate, so he was resolved to become the most dazzling person at the anniversary celebration.

He picked up the phone and immediately dialed the principal's office...

"Ah, what to do?" In the principal's office of Haihua No. 2 High School, a man in his fifties was looking at this year's college entrance examination results with a disheartened air. This man was the current principal of Haihua No. 2 High School, Zhu Ming.

Although it was the final endpoint high school in Haihua City, Haihua No. 2 High School had always been under the heavy pressure of No. 1 High School, and this had been the case for decades. The status of eternal runner-up had almost never changed, yet now, even the position of the perennial runner-up seemed to be shaking.

No. 3 High School had performed remarkably well in the college entrance examination this year, trailing behind only by one percentage point in the rate of students who made it to first-tier universities. Such a small gap was truly minimal.

As an old and established endpoint high school, although No. 2 High School's strength was not on par with No. 1 High School in previous years, it had absolute dominance over the schools below it, and this situation made Zhu Ming feel deeply uneasy.

Every year, the city government's education funding was limited, and naturally, No. 1 High School took the lion's share, while the combined funding for all other high schools did not even reach half of that of No. 1 High School. With such a cycle, the momentum of No. 1 High School naturally grew stronger and stronger.

Teaching staff strength, educational resources, hardware facilities—all these required funding, and schools other than No. 1 High School had to find their own ways to bridge the funding gaps, besides the meager budget they were allocated.

But schools are not profit-making institutions; how could they have the capacity to solve these funding shortages on their own?

After making some inquiries, Zhu Ming learned that in recent years, No. 3 High School had produced an exceptionally successful alumnus. He had struggled abroad for over a dozen years and founded a very large enterprise, which had gone public in the United States just last year.

At last year's No. 3 High School anniversary, this alumnus had donated 10 million yuan to assist the school's development, and that was why No. 3 High School's momentum was so strong this year.

After all these years, No. 2 High School had also graduated some outstanding alumni who had succeeded in entrepreneurship, and there were quite a few who had made donations. But who could offer such a considerable amount of money? It was already a struggle just to fill some of the financial gaps for the school's normal development.

"Sigh, if this continues, No. 2 High School will soon be overtaken by No. 3 High School!" As the principal, Zhu Ming felt an unprecedented pressure. Looking at the report of grades, he seemed to have sprouted many more white hairs in an instant.

This year marked the 70th anniversary of the school, and traditionally, every ten years, a very solemn anniversary event is held. First, it serves to invite alumni to return home for a visit, and second, it is naturally hoped that these successful alumni who care for their alma mater will generously contribute to the school's development.

Starting from several weeks ago, the school had already begun contacting alumni, but to Zhu Ming's disappointment, as soon as the matter of donation came up, more than half of the entrepreneur alumni started to make excuses about being busy, which chilled Zhu Ming's heart.

"Ring Ring!" The phone in the principal's office rang. Zhu Ming had already received dozens of calls that morning, but most were about specific times and arrangements for the anniversary celebration. This call probably wouldn't be an exception, right?

"Is this the principal's office of Haihua No. 2 High School?" A young voice came through from the other side, "I would like to inquire about the details concerning the anniversary celebration."

"Yes, this is Principal Zhu Ming speaking. May I ask which year's alumnus you are?"

"Hahaha, Zhu Ming has actually made it to principal now?" Fang Jueyu chuckled to himself. Back in high school, he had been most afraid of this Vice Principal Zhu, who almost every night during self-study time would appear and disappear unpredictably outside the windows of various classrooms. Fang Jueyu had been caught by him more than once.

"Principal Zhu, I am a graduate of the 2016 class!" Fang Jueyu said.

A hint of disappointment flashed across Zhu Ming's face. If he belonged to the 2016 class, then he was just a junior in college now, not even having completed his studies, let alone able to offer any help to the school.

However, since he was a former student, Zhu Ming naturally couldn't let this attitude show. After all, students have affection for their alma mater in their hearts. Who knows, perhaps they might make something of themselves in the future? He naturally welcomed every student who wanted to come back.

"Principal Zhu, do you remember me? My name is Fang Jueyu!"

"Fang Jueyu?" Zhu Ming had been in the education field for decades, and there were too many students' names in his head. It was really hard to recall at the moment.

"You've forgotten, that time during my sophomore year I was caught by you sneaking food during night study, and then you dragged me to find our homeroom teacher, only to find that our homeroom teacher was also eating stinky tofu in the office. You lectured both of us!" Recalling this incident, Fang Jueyu still found it a bit funny, "And when you left, you didn't forget to take a piece of stinky tofu with you!"

"Cough cough cough, oh, I remember now, it's you!" As soon as this matter was mentioned, Zhu Ming's face turned red, and the image of a mischievous but academically excellent boy came to mind, "I remember you were admitted to Jiangnan University, right? Your class was indeed the best I've ever taught!"

This was not just flattery. Fang Jueyu's class had achieved the highest ever admission rate to top-tier universities in the history of Second High School, even close to rivaling First High. If every class had done so well, Zhu Ming wouldn't have been so troubled.

"Right, are you here to attend the school's anniversary celebration?" Zhu Ming cast aside his worries and found it very interesting and nostalgic to chat with such a student.

"Yeah, we're just on summer break, so I thought I'd come back and see how the school and our teachers are doing," Fang Jueyu asked casually, "By the way, Principal, how well did our school do in the college entrance exam this year?"

"Ah, it's a long story!" Zhu Ming heaved a heavy sigh, "The gap between us and First High is getting wider and Third High is catching up fast. I'm afraid they might even surpass us next year."

"How could that be? I remember Third High has always been far behind our school, right?"

"In recent years, Third High has received a lot of educational funding. Their facilities, resources, and teaching staff have all improved a lot, whereas our school..."

Fang Jueyu could tell that the development of Second High was not going so well recently. The biggest problem seemed to be the lack of educational funding. Wasn't this precisely in line with what he had in mind?

"Principal, I called because there's something I want to discuss with you. I was wondering, does the school accept donations from students?" Fang Jueyu asked.

"Hahaha, of course, we very much welcome our alumni to contribute to the development of the school," Zhu Ming didn't get his hopes up—Fang Jueyu was just a junior in college after all, how much could he have? Plus, he recalled that none of the parents of the 2016 class were particularly wealthy.

"Jueyu, it's not about the amount you donate. Give what you can afford. Just tell me how much you plan to donate and I'll record it now."

"Does the school only accept cash donations?" Fang Jueyu asked.

"Hahaha, of course we're open to any type of donation. Do you remember the statue at the front gate? That was donated by one of our distinguished alumni."

"If that's the case then great, for starters, I'll donate ten buildings then!"