Munitions Empire-Chapter 933 - 856 Scholarship Donation

Chapter 933: 856 Scholarship Donation Chapter 933: 856 Scholarship Donation It must be acknowledged that the fates of people are starkly different; some toil their entire lives for what others are born with.

You can’t resent others just because their fathers are wealthy. After all, those fathers have also struggled for those bills.

In truth, Lady Luck is fair. It’s often the case that rich people become poor due to various reasons, and only a few can stay hidden beneath the tide of the era, growing fatter by the day.

The Marquis of Bailu had made too much money in his lifetime, and his investment philosophy was simple, “Invest in His Majesty The Emperor’s enterprises, and you can’t go wrong!” Whatever the Emperor engaged in, he’d follow suit; whatever the Emperor developed, he’d invest.

With plenty of money at his disposal, he just needed to follow and spend; riches would come his way in time. He understood one truth: Since the Emperor’s days in Brunas until now, His Majesty had never made a losing deal.

Many knew this, but unfortunately, making money alongside the Emperor required eligibility. Only those nodded upon were worthy to pick up coins in the wake of the Emperor.

As for those who imitated in secret, they could drink soup, yet the money they made was nothing compared to the profits from directly investing in the Emperor’s ventures.

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Thus, The Marquis of Bailu was very wealthy, enough so to consider purchasing a private jet. This was a new venture launched by the Great Tang Empire, sounding quite tempting.

Before, the Marquis of Bailu had bought himself a yacht, which was truly splendid. Taking it out to entertain guests brought him prestige and was far more reliable than luxury cars and mansions.

However, as the number of wealthy individuals grew, yacht owners proliferated. With the advent of peace, nations began converting their production capacity for civilian use, leading to more shipyards capable of building yachts. Yachts had thus lost their rarity.

After all, there were far too many rich people in the world: Through exploitation and oppression, they had amassed vast wealth. Compared to commoners across various nations, the wealth of these nobles and magnates was incomparable.

Being so rich, the Marquis of Bailu had different pursuits in mind. While firmly making a fortune with Tang Mo, he began pondering how to ensure the Bailu Family’s prosperity for generations to come, alongside the everlasting success of the Great Tang Empire.

Nobility, nobility. To be called nobility, one must hold the substance of nobility. Otherwise, if every nouveau riche claimed nobility, the concept would fall into disarray, wouldn’t it?

To make his descendants more intelligent, learned, farsighted, and capable, the Marquis of Bailu spared no effort.

He sent his eldest son to the Royal College of Finance and Economics, learning under the General Manager of the Great Tang Group, Harry, who had already achieved minor success.

It seemed his eldest son was set to steer the Bailu Family, to succeed to the new Marquis title after the Marquis of Bailu himself.

His second son played soccer for the Bailu team and led the team to claim every honor available. Their only regret was that, having taken Tang Country citizenship, they had yet to lift the World Cup…

Although not very bright, the second son was physically strong and played great soccer, making a name for himself as a world-famous sports star; his lot in life was decent enough.

The Marquis of Bailu’s greatest concern lay with his third son, who had joined the National Defense Army as a ground crew member of the Air Force. This was a necessary compromise because his third son truly got dizzy on airplanes, thus only suited for ground support. This was the story given to outsiders, while in fact, the son was too fearful to become a pilot and dreaded the front line.

This unfortunate and cowardly third son, unwilling to endure hardship even within the military’s ranks, had not emerged with any distinction and was but a Lieutenant handling logistics for the Air Force’s ground crew. The mother’s deep love for her son made her wish to keep him off the battlefield, and so, behind the scenes, she solicited many people and pulled numerous strings.

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Like the saying goes, “A tiger father begets a dog son.” Unable to make anything of his third son, the Marquis of Bailu felt tremendous frustration and thus channeled his passion toward his youngest son.

The young age of the Marquis of Bailu’s youngest son meant he was sent straight to the Royal Science and Technology University of the Great Tang to broaden his horizons. He had just enrolled today, and for this spot, the Marquis of Bailu had sold his dignity.

This youngest son’s academic performance surely wasn’t enough to gain admission to the royal academy, but fortunately, the Marquis of Bailu still held some clout with His Majesty The Emperor.

Hence, he beseeched Tang Mo’s favor and also donated 1.5 million Gold Coins to build a teaching building for the school. At last, the Marquis of Bailu got his wish, sending his youngest son to the Industrial College for further education.

To ensure this son, deeply cherished by the lady of the Marquis, obediently attended school, the Marquis of Bailu had a long, earnest, heart-to-heart talk with him and, upon the arrival of the admission notice (bought), gritted his teeth and bought his youngest son the latest model of Rolls-Royce sports car.

This sports car, with its round hood and strikingly designed headlights, was actually the pioneering classic derivative of the Porsche 911 series: the Porsche 901 sports car.

Its bold design coupled with a powerful engine made this sports car an instant sensation and an icon among the rich second-generation youth. To possess such a car was to be a star among friends.

Tang Mo couldn’t be bothered to set up another car brand, so he just included all the high-end brands under Rolls-Royce. Therefore, the Porsche 901 in this world became the Rolls-Royce 901.

After the youngest son of Marquis of Bailu received his father’s gift, he did give some face to this sports car valued at over a thousand Gold Coins, and finally agreed to study hard at school.

Thus, on this morning, the fourth young master of the Bailu household, with the help of three maids, managed to brush his teeth and wash his face in a state of half-sleep, his hair a ruffled mess as he walked into the splendid dining room.

“Look at you! Just look at yourself!” Marquis of Bailu, displeased, slapped the newspaper on the table and rebuked angrily.

“Oh, why are you scolding him? Today is a good day for the start of school. Can’t you be a bit more temperate?” The lady of Marquis of Bailu, feeling sorry for her youngest son, opened fire on her husband.

“You even know it’s the day school starts? Yesterday, you partied with a bunch of scoundrels and riffraff until late at night…” Marquis of Bailu clenched his teeth in hatred as he brought up the matter. His younger sons were really one worse than the next.

The eldest son hardly ever came home and was busy working till late at night; he was the only one who seemed to have some prospects.

The second son was not bad at playing football; considering the family’s wealth, supporting such a simple-minded yet physically adept individual was not a worry.

But when it came to the third son, it truly was the classic case of a lost cause. Despite pulling so many strings to send him into the military’s melting pot, the result was just the same—close to being discharged without achieving anything, completely useless.

As for the youngest, all he knew was to indulge in food, drink, and play, not even comparable to the third son who at least pretended to be responsible in the Troops. Marquis of Bailu was even somewhat afraid that this fourth son might squander the entire family fortune.

And what caused Marquis of Bailu the most despair was how, from start to finish, the Bailu Family hadn’t produced a single daughter?

Imagine if there were a daughter, beautiful and refined, whom he could educate properly… His Majesty The Emperor was only in his thirties now; when His Majesty turned fifty, it would be the perfect time to send her to the palace—a most splendid affair.

With this thought, Marquis of Bailu grew even more irritated: his fourth son really occupied the most precious slot—damn, how wonderful it would have been if it were a daughter.

“Father, my friends were celebrating for me yesterday, and I really couldn’t refuse,” the fourth son yawned casually as he offered his reason: “If it won’t do, just let the butler sign in for me. I’ll go after I’ve had my bath.”

“Rascal! If you dare to be late today, I’ll flay your skin!” Marquis of Bailu slammed the table, finally showing the authority of a family head: “I had to beg His Majesty, besmirching my own reputation, just to barely secure a spot for you! If you dare cause any trouble, I’ll…”

“Enough! Enough! Let’s eat! Let’s eat!” The lady of Marquis of Bailu, displeased, interrupted her husband. As a wife of many years, she knew exactly how to handle him.

Despite Marquis of Bailu’s sway outside, at home, he still had to listen to his wife, didn’t he?

Nearly choking on his own breath, Marquis of Bailu eventually kept the swear words to himself. He didn’t even bother with his meal but pointed a finger at his youngest son before leaving the dining room.

The fourth son poured a glass of milk for his mother, smiling sycophantically: “Mom, you really care about me. Drink milk, they say it’s good for the skin.”

His smooth talking was honed in bars and nightclubs, and last night’s venue was the most notorious gold pit in Chang’an City.

The lady of Marquis of Bailu was very pleased with her son’s filial piety. To her, as long as her son was filial, it outweighed everything else.

Seeing he had appeased his mother, the fourth young master grew even more smug. He ate a few bites and then excused himself to go to school, leaving the dining room.

He got into a Rolls-Royce Mirage parked at the door waiting for him, accompanied by two cars full of Guards for protection; the trio of luxury vehicles soon drove out of Bailu Estate.

Chang’an City was home to more than a dozen universities, probably the city with the most universities in the world: besides ten title-carrying royal universities, Chang’an University was also a very prestigious comprehensive institution.

The city was a gathering place for all the world-class scholars and masters, its title as the jewel in the crown of civilization was not at all undeserved.

If at this time, a nuclear missile successfully struck Chang’an, the civilization of this world might be set back at least a hundred years.

Seeing his son being ‘watched’ off to school by a group of people, Marquis of Bailu finally breathed a sigh of relief: once at school, one couldn’t possibly cause any earth-shattering events, right?