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Chapter 227 - 225, Qinghe Club Scholarship (Third Update)_1

Chapter 227: 225, Qinghe Club Scholarship (Third Update)_1

Ren He had gathered everyone today specifically to establish a system for the Qinghe Club. Without a system, the Qinghe Club was no more than a group of people coming together for aimless fun, never to become a century-old serious organization.

Since Ren He had decided to get involved with clubs at No.4 Middle School, he wanted to do what others couldn’t, to delve into deeper matters. In his past life, he’d been involved in university club federations for only a few days, but there was a common problem in those clubs—they couldn’t bring tangible benefits to everyone, so the clubs lacked some sort of control over their members.

Actually, control was just a secondary issue; the main problem was the lack of unity.

People couldn’t even gather for a meeting, nor could they be directed in organizing activities. Nobody took it seriously, which was the biggest drawback of clubs.

The reason clubs at No.4 Middle School were successful was that many of them were powerful enough to be used as bargaining chips during interviews for studying abroad. Thus, everyone wanted to stand out in a club and join those impressive ones.

And now, Qinghe Club already had the capital to attract others, but it lacked checks and balances.

Ren He couldn’t just watch it grow wildly, lest the vast sums of money cause the members to lose their way. What was the concept of being in control of tens of millions in high school? Many would think, if I had an annual fortune of tens of millions, why the hell would I bother studying?

That wouldn’t do, absolutely not. In this way, the money would not only fail to help Qinghe but would ultimately become a spiritual burden for all members of the club.

In America, some top clubs even spend money to invite socialites to their parties or to do drugs. Ren He felt that if the club were to become like that, it might as well not exist at all.

As the old principal had said, school is a place for studying, and living his life over again, perhaps Ren He understood this better than anyone. Whether it was learning how to understand the world or learning book knowledge, one should absolutely not learn how to become corrupt.

Does doing drugs count as becoming corrupt? Yes, Ren He had his own unwavering thoughts on this matter. No matter what excuse one might have, doing drugs is doing drugs, and wrong is wrong. No one could overturn this notion in his mind.

Ren He looked into everyone’s eyes and said, "Maybe you all think Qinghe Club is already successful enough, but I don’t think so. Yes, we’re rich now, but we don’t know where to spend the money. On food, drink, and recreation? Of course, we’ll enjoy those, because what else is life for if not happiness. But besides that? I think we still need to set a goal, and our current goal is to study."

Even if Ren He himself no longer needed to study school knowledge, others did.

Ren He continued, "I will divide all the income of the Qinghe Club into several parts for use. First, 30% of all income will go to No.4 Middle School to establish a scholarship named after our Qinghe. As for how to set up this scholarship, I’ll let the old principal worry about that. Does anyone have opinions? I think we all have feelings for No.4 Middle School, what do you think?" Ren He then confidently smiled and said, "Have you ever thought about it? While other clubs are doing their own thing, we can afford to offer tens of millions as a school-wide scholarship. What does this mean? What’s the definition of awesome? This is it. How will the whole school see us? We are the true legends of No.4 Middle School!"

Everyone looked at each other, astonished. Oh my, so this was the matter at hand. The 30% of Qinghe Club’s yearly income was indeed tens of millions, and Ren He actually wanted to use it as a scholarship for No.4 Middle School. But thinking about what Ren He had said, it did sound very interesting. Eventually, even other schools would hear that a student club could donate tens of millions each year for a school-wide scholarship. No.4 Middle School students would also brag about it as the coolest thing ever.

Just thinking about it felt explosively awesome!

"I have no objections!" Jiang Haoyang said.

"I don’t have any either!" Liu Jiamin said.

"No objections!"

Everyone had no objections. Ren He was also considering a problem: in his previous life, No.4 Middle School’s funds were actually quite tight because it also had to support some academic research, which always involved significant investment. Their contribution could be seen as an aid within their reach to help a school that truly had the students’ interests at heart.

"Then I’ll continue. For the second part, the club will set aside 30% as scholarships. This time it’s for the Qinghe Club internally, not divided between arts and sciences. However many subjects there are, that’s how many awards there will be. At the end of each year, during the final exams, we’ll let scores determine the champions. Anyone who ranks first in a single subject will take home the award for that subject. For instance, Liu Bing, your math is quite good. If no one in the club can surpass your math scores, then the scholarship money is yours. There will be no under-the-table deals, any member caught cheating will be kicked out of the club, simple, right?" Ren He smiled and added, "But as far as I know, Jiang Haoyang is also really good at math. You two are competitors, but forget any crooked methods — merit is all that counts. If two people tie for the same score, the prize money will be split evenly between them. If in the future we have more members, I’ll divide the awards into first, second, and third place for each subject. But for now, there’s only one winner."

Jiang Haoyang suddenly held his breath. He was virtually unbeatable in physics; that subject was a sure win for him. Calculating roughly, 30% was nearly ten million. Winning one scholarship could mean several hundred thousand. What did that feel like? It’s like earning your college tuition just by being part of a club. Over three years, even if he wanted to study abroad, he could afford the annual tuition of 40,000 to 60,000 US Dollars!

Besides, who said he could only win the scholarship for physics? With such a big incentive, he should study well in other subjects too!

Everyone exchanged glances, thinking, wow, isn’t this a bit too grand!

"Just study hard, and by the time you graduate you’ll be a millionaire or even a multimillionaire. What the heck does that feel like," Li Yifan got excited. His strengths were in political science and history!

Before, everyone would occasionally consider that the club’s money was after all the club’s and didn’t have much to do with themselves. But now it was different. The more money the club made, the more scholarship money they would get later on. This would create a virtuous circle that would motivate everyone not only to make the Qinghe Club more profitable but also to study hard; otherwise, everything would be someone else’s, not related to themselves in the slightest.

Ren He saw a hint of disappointment in Liu Jiamin’s expression. Her academic performance definitely couldn’t compare to those present. He smiled and said, "There are not only academic awards. No.4 Middle School has always encouraged the development of specialties, and Qinghe Club is the same. Regardless of what expertise you have, if you win a national first-prize, the club will give you an individual award of 500,000. For international competitions, the award will be 2 million."

Jiang Haoyang, Liu Bing, and Liu Jiamin all lit up at the same time. They knew that even the prize money for physics or math competitions of an Asian scale was very small. Even higher-tier piano competitions, such as the International Chopin Piano Competition from his previous life or this life’s Global Piano Competition, awarded no more than 30,000 Euros for the first prize, even though it was already the pinnacle for piano competitions.

Liu Jiamin’s family was in a tight spot, not because her parents didn’t earn much, but because her grandmother’s monthly medical expenses were too high. If she could win a scholarship from the Qinghe Club, it could relieve her family’s urgent needs.

Watching her mother carefully prepare meals, only for her to sneak away and eat pickles, Liu Jiamin felt like crying.

Her parents had it tough. They didn’t love her any less; they needed to save money for her grandmother’s emergency treatments. She understood all this, which was why she would endure others’ disdainful looks and practice the piano in the mall.

On the one hand, there was her family’s struggle; on the other hand, there was her own dream. She didn’t want to give up either.

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