Monday, April 6th.
Yesterday afternoon, he and Megan completed all the necessary documents and received the three-million-dollar loan that West had pulled strings to approve.
Such a large sum of money certainly wasn't accessible to just anyone, but Megan was no ordinary person.
She was the daughter of Louise, the eldest daughter of the Peute Schmidt Family, and had Mr. West, the mayor, as a guarantor, so the loan approval went very smoothly.
However, Chris knew that this money was entirely Carter's sponsorship for his grandchildren.
From the moment his aunt called Louise, Chris could guess that the news had also reached Carter's ears.
So, Chris wasn't surprised at all to receive such a large amount of starting capital.
What did surprise Chris was that West had even helped him find a factory and the corresponding machinery.
Now, he only needed to invest in raw materials and could start production immediately.
As for sales, that was West's problem; his ten percent share wasn't earned easily.
It was precisely with West's help that Chris was able to return to campus normally.
Otherwise, he had already prepared to take a leave of absence.
However, even though he was back on campus, Chris felt out of place this time.
Only two short days of vacation had passed, but Chris felt as if half a year had gone by.
Besides experiencing too many things in the past few days, it was also due to Chris's extremely fast neural reaction speed.
His current neural reaction speed was tens to hundreds of times faster than an ordinary person's, so when Chris didn't actively suppress his reaction speed, his perception of time indeed felt like half a year had passed.
Another factor that made Chris not want to return to campus was that the school's gym was no longer useful to him; he had no idea why he was even there anymore.
Was he really supposed to study diligently?
That would be too much torture for Chris.
Because with the help of his extraordinary brain, as long as the knowledge wasn't overly complex, he could learn it by reading it twice.
So, after much deliberation, Chris decided to continue skipping classes, but this time, he wouldn't go to the gym; instead, he planned to go out and play off-campus.
However, as soon as Chris arrived in the hallway, he noticed the student council president election announcement posted on the wall.
After examining it carefully, Chris returned to the classroom.
The other students in the classroom curiously looked at this unfamiliar classmate who had gone out and come back, wondering what he was doing.
But they were only curious; if they were actually told to disturb Chris, who looked like someone not to be messed with, they wouldn't have the courage.
So Chris sat alone in the corner of the classroom, quietly sketching his campaign plan for student council president.
The moment he saw the election announcement, Chris remembered that one of his small goals was to become the student council president.
It was just that he had been busy with important matters during this time and had forgotten his original intention.
This won't do!
Chris, holding the belief that he would be president and student council president, began preparing his campaign strategy.
But what was rather pathetic was that Chris had no idea what preparations were needed to run for student council president, nor did he understand the specific procedures involved.
So, after writing and drawing in his notebook, Chris got up again, preparing to find outside help.
His tall figure suddenly stood up, and the force he inadvertently released instantly sent the desk flying, fortunately, he was sitting in the corner, so no student was injured, but the noise still startled the lecturing teacher.
The students who were sleeping in the back row were also awakened, and someone immediately cursed, "Which idiot made that noise! I'm going to stuff you in a locker!"
The others who were also awakened heard this and laughed, "Haha, now there's some fun to watch, let's see which unlucky guy disturbed the bully Johnny! Hope his balls don't get crushed!"
Others, gloating, fanned the flames, "Hey, Johnny, quickly show that bastard what you can do!"
"I bet that guy can't withstand two punches from Johnny!"
"I bet one punch!"
Watching the students in the back row shouting with sleepy eyes, the lecturing teacher couldn't stop swallowing, he could already foresee that more than half of this class would not be able to attend class normally.
What a bunch of reckless fools!
Those awakened students had no idea what kind of existence they were heckling.
The hooligans hadn't seen Chris's full appearance, but the lecturing teacher had seen him clearly.
That tall and upright figure, and those arms as thick as his own thighs.
If he hadn't been sure this was his student, the lecturing teacher would have thought Captain America had walked out of a comic book.
Just as everyone was enjoying the commotion, Chris, who was about to leave, paused.
He wasn't some good-natured gentleman, and he had no friendship with these students.
So, since he heard these guys insult him, he had to get his face back, even if these people didn't mean it.
Chris walked up to the guy who had first shouted about teaching him a lesson; according to the others, this person was a notorious bully in the class?
Dressed in punk attire, with a lip piercing, he looked unsettling.
However, comparing this person's physique, he could be considered burly among ordinary people, no wonder this guy could be a campus bully.
"Are you looking for me?"
Johnny, his face full of anger, stared straight ahead, wanting to see which bastard had woken him up.
But he found that everyone was staring at him dumbfounded, he had originally thought that his fighting exploits from yesterday had spread, increasing his prestige again, and they were afraid of him.
But now hearing the voice from behind his head, Johnny realized he had overthought; they weren't afraid of him, they were clearly terrified of the guy behind him.
Johnny felt as if a polar bear was standing behind him; that palpable pressure made him a little breathless, he tremblingly turned his head to look, the scene was exactly like a third-rate character about to die in a horror movie.
Fortunately, Chris wasn't thinking of killing anyone; he was just preparing to kindly advise his voters to learn to be obedient.
Looking at Johnny's terrified eyes, Chris patted his shoulder, and a thousand pounds of force instantly slammed him onto the chair.
If Chris hadn't dispersed the force, this guy would have instantly vomited blood and died.
But it wasn't much better now; Johnny felt like his butt had been shattered, but he didn't dare show the slightest disrespect.
Enduring the severe pain in his buttocks, Johnny looked up at Chris with teary eyes, sincerely pleading, "Classmate, can I say I didn't mean it? I had a nightmare just now, I was so scared, that's why I made such an excessive move. Can you please forgive me?"
His quick submission surprised Chris for a moment.
He had thought this guy was a brainless street punk.
Unexpectedly, he even had the potential to be an elite monster, not bad, truly not bad!
Since that's the case, he definitely had to be taken in as a subordinate, to be properly suppressed... cultivated, to lighten the burden on the teachers.
"If apologies worked, then what would we need the police for? You agree, right, Johnny?"
Chris raised his hand and pressed down on Johnny's shoulder, a slight exertion of force made the kid scream in pain, and he immediately nodded along with Chris's words, "Yes, yes! You're absolutely right, so how should I express my apology?"
Seeing how sensible this guy was, Chris withdrew his hand, his eyes glinting coldly as he swept his gaze over the guys who had been heckling earlier.
Everyone Chris looked at involuntarily shivered, anxiously worrying that they would get a beating.
Fortunately, Chris only looked and didn't actually make a move.
But the reason he didn't act, of course, was to make these guys work for him; how could they work if they were beaten to a pulp?
Thinking this, Chris stepped onto the podium, nodded to the lecturing teacher, then politely asked, "Teacher, may I take a few minutes of your time to say a few words to my classmates?"