I'm building Gundams in America

Chapter 486 One Trillion Dollars (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Johns Hopkins University?

Wayne narrowed his eyes.

How come he never remembers having any connection with Baltimore?

As the first private research university in the United States, Johns Hopkins University has ten academic divisions, among which medicine and public health, and biomedical engineering are consistently ranked number one in the United States and even the world.

This is also its most renowned flagship discipline.

Over the years, this school has produced 36 Nobel laureates, covering fields such as medicine, physics, and economics, with its medical research standing out from the crowd.

These are some of the world's top institutions in fields such as cancer research, vaccine development, and neuroscience.

At the same time, this academic institution is also the source inventor of a large number of original drugs and has extremely rich experience in human drug experiments.

After quickly reviewing the basic information about Johns Hopkins University in his mind, Wayne said calmly, "Mr. Hitt, I don't recall having any collaborative projects with Johns Hopkins University."

Upon hearing Wayne call him by name, the man in front of him, carrying a briefcase and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, was taken aback for a moment, then put on a professional smile again and said, "Oh, I didn't expect that the famous Mr. Wayne of Seattle Saints would know my name. It's truly an honor."

"Mr. Wayne, perhaps you haven't had any collaborative projects with our company before, but I think we will soon, and this is a huge project worth tens of millions of dollars."

Wayne didn't speak, but looked at him calmly.

A pair of dark eyes seemed to see right through the thinning hair and gold-rimmed glasses in front of him.

Hitt, carrying his briefcase, felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze. With a forced smile, he pointed to the nearby tent and said, "Mr. Wayne, I think we should perhaps discuss the formal project details separately—"

Wayne shook his head and said, "Mr. Hitter, this is fine. I want to hear the details of the 'Fountain of Youth' project."

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[Hit Harrison, an orc physician from the Baltimore Underground Medical Consortium, comes from a family of doctors and studied under a Nobel Prize winner. He considers himself to be at the top of the food chain in the Demon Realm Underground. His main goal is to research and extend the lifespan of the creatures in the Demon Realm Underground. He has conducted clinical trials on 324 test subjects for new drugs and innovative medical methods, most of whom have died. He has taken over the "Fountain of Youth" project from Bell Medical Laboratory and is preparing to conduct in-depth research on your healing abilities.]

You have sensed the malice from the Demon Realm Dungeon Medical Alliance.

[Start Side Quest: Fountain of Youth - Medicine - Cthulhu's Gaze]

The demon lords of the Demon Realm dungeons possess everything except time. Aged and decaying, these demon lords exhaust every means to prolong their lives. They have vaguely learned of your healing power and desire to possess it.

Resist this gaze, escape safely, and you will be rewarded.

Upon seeing the notification from the system panel, Wayne's heart sank slightly.

He had already prepared for this day when he used the [Basic Witch Doctor] to perform the treatment.

I didn't expect it to come so soon, and at this time no less.

Although the United States is a religious country, it also has the underlying characteristics of a capitalist nation built on technology.

This is a Cthulhu-like monster that devours and entangles itself.

On the religious side, people might worship Wayne's blessings and exorcisms, while on the technological side, they would certainly covet such abilities.

After all, from a scientific point of view, any ability can be studied and quantified, and those aging tech moguls, such as Bill Gates and his friends, could not possibly be unmoved by Wayne's abilities.

Upon hearing Wayne directly mention the name of the "Fountain of Youth" project, Hit trembled and showed a look of horror.

This project came from a laboratory at Johns Hopkins University and was highly confidential. Even he had only been involved in the project for a short time, and as the coordinator of the team, he knew more about it.

How could the other party possibly know the name of such a highly confidential project?!

Is there a traitor within the team? Or has there been a leak from the financial chain?

The confident smile on Hitt's face vanished instantly, replaced by a solemn expression. He took a deep breath and said to Wayne, "Mr. Wayne, you truly—have exceeded my expectations—"

Now, recalling the scene I saw in the video earlier, where Wayne treated the throat-slitting man's neck wound with his bare hands, it seemed only natural that the other party would know all this beforehand.

But does some kind of supernatural omniscience really exist in this world, rather than some kind of human energy?

With this question in mind, Hitt continued, "Indeed, I've come to discuss the 'Fountain of Youth' project with you."

"I don't know how much you know about this project, but I'd like to talk to you about the most basic issue: compensation."

"Ten million US dollars!" Hitt held up one finger, his expression solemn. "This is just the initial payment, the first phase of the entire 'Fountain of Youth' project."

"If the project makes significant progress in subsequent research, such as improving the human cellular level, then the additional funding for the project, including your compensation alone, could reach $1 million!"

When he mentioned the amount of money, Hitt's voice trembled slightly, and he seemed very excited.

He had recruited many Black, Latino, Asian, and lower-class white people as test subjects for drugs or certain projects before, but the remuneration was usually only a few hundred or a few thousand US dollars, and tens of thousands of US dollars was already a huge number.

The fact that Bruce Wayne is receiving a base salary of $1 million, with the potential to reach $1 million in the future, is simply astronomical.

Of course, after learning a little about the reasons for the project, Hitt understood the remuneration very well.

Some of them might even be too low.

"One hundred million US dollars! Sir, please consider this carefully. That's one hundred million US dollars! You only need to sign a project cooperation agreement with us to get this money! How many people can earn one hundred million US dollars in their lifetime?"

Hitt's face lit up with fanaticism, and his voice was seductive.

For the United States, the ultimate form of capitalism, $1 million can buy almost everything.

"Sir, think about it. With $1 million, you'd be a young millionaire, maybe even making it onto the Forbes list. And this is real $1 million in cash, not some damn cryptocurrency that crashes when sold off—"

Hitt's voice softened, and the salesman's smile returned to his face. He opened his briefcase, took out a stack of documents, and said to Wayne, "Once you sign these documents, ten million dollars will be credited to your account quickly. After the lock-up period, you can spend it as you please, and the remaining one hundred million dollars will also be yours—"

"I know you're working hard to run a street church, but how can you run a church well without money? After all, your church members are mostly poor people—with this money, your church can also develop—"

Hitt's face was full of smiles, as if all of this was within his grasp.

Wayne asked calmly, "A good suggestion, Mr. Hitter. So, how can I join this 'Fountain of Youth' project?"

Hitt said with a smile, "Oh, sir, it's very simple. You just need to go to Baltimore and stay for a while, regularly visit our lab to participate in experimental projects, occasionally have your blood drawn, do some MRI scans and other tests, and take some medications, and that's all."

He spoke very casually, as if it were just a routine medical check-up.

Hitt used this same rhetoric when he helped recruit young Black people or lower-class minorities from the streets of Baltimore during his previous involvement in original drug projects.

This makes people lower their guard about so-called experimental projects, as if they were just ordinary scientific research projects.

You can get money just by taking some medicine, getting some injections, and having regular checkups.

This is a huge temptation for those poor people who have nowhere else to turn.

After receiving thousands of dollars in compensation, these trial participants often suffer from severe physical exhaustion and damage, and may even die quickly.

This was outside of Hitler's considerations.

Hitt looked at Wayne with a beaming smile, handing him documents and a pen with both hands, as if Wayne would immediately receive $1 million simply by signing them.

He had already investigated the black-haired, black-eyed man in front of him and knew that the man was deeply mired in debt, otherwise he wouldn't be homeless.

Moreover, the other party has been helping those poor people on the streets. Is that something an ordinary person can do? It requires a continuous stream of large sums of money.

As for the other party's current film project, it's a complete mess, and after in-depth investigation, it's clear that it involves money laundering.

Hitler was not worried that the other party would not accept it.

Sure enough, the black-haired, black-eyed man in front of him said with a gentle expression, "I think we can cooperate, Mr. Hite, but the compensation your company offers needs to be discussed."

Hitt immediately smiled understandingly and said, "Of course, all of this is negotiable. What do you think would be a suitable amount of compensation?"

He had seen many people like this. In the end, wasn't it all about getting more money?

Previously, someone had negotiated the reward from 800 yuan to 1200 yuan; this time it's just that the amount is a bit larger.

Then the black-haired, black-eyed man in front of them raised a finger.

Hitter quickly asked, "Another ten million? I think I need to discuss it with the team—"

Wayne shook his head.

Hitt frowned and said, "Another hundred million? Oh, Mr. Wayne, I think you should understand that our funds are also—"

"One trillion," Wayne said calmly.