One silver dollar, even if calculated according to purchasing power, was still 100 silver dollars. 100 billion was also 10 trillion, but in reality, it was not just that, because the value could not be calculated completely according to purchasing power. In fact, 100 billion silver dollars was no different from 10 trillion.
What kind of concept was that?
It was impossible to describe his wealth.
In 2020, China's gross domestic product reached 101.6 trillion yuan.
However, that was in 2020, a hundred years later. Moreover, China was already the second most powerful country in the world at that time. That was why they could reach that level. Now, his family wanted to reach that level.
I just want to be a man.
It could even be said that it was impossible to reach.
Even if the world's current GDPs was added together, it would not have such a value.
Although GDP and value were two different things, and it wasn't that exaggerated for the Jiang family to reach the trillion level, this threshold was still like a natural moat. At least Jiang Chen felt that there might not be much hope for decades.
If the Jiang family wanted to break through, they could only wait.
However, Jiang Chen also expected this.
After all, each of the three levels was a huge threshold.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, and nine were all like this.
Now that he had reached level six, he knew very well that once he reached level seven, he might really step onto the path of transcendence. Level six was already the limit of martial arts.
There was almost no need to say what was above that.
He was also looking forward to it.
As for this threshold, he could take his time.
At most, he would wait until the future. He did not believe that he would not be able to accumulate the Jiang family's assets to such a level in a hundred years.
As for his lifespan, it was not too difficult for him to live to 120 years old after entering the peak. It was even possible for him to live to 150 years old.
If he could break through to the Innate Realm, he would definitely be able to do it even if he was 180 years old. If he was lucky, he might even have a chance at 200 years old.
Moreover, in the next hundred years, the Jiang family still had enough opportunities. There was no need to rush. There would be a broader future and opportunities waiting for him.
More importantly…
He believed that after reaching level six, the things he could sign in would undoubtedly be more and better.
This was already proven when night fell.
"Sign in!"
"Sign in successful. Congratulations on obtaining a cultivation technique, Xiantian technique!”
A mechanical voice sounded beside his ear. The next moment, information poured into Jiang Chen's mind, causing a subtle change in his internal strength.
The Xiantian skill was a Taoist breathing technique. It was also the martial art that Chong Yangzi had used during the sword competition on Mount Hua. What Chong Yangzi practiced was a unique and secret Xiantian skill. The secret of the skill could stimulate one's potential consciousness to the limit, and the martial art would naturally enter an unfathomable realm.
In the original world, Xiantian skills had always been extremely mysterious. Only Prince Duan and Wang Chongyang could master it.
Of course, it had different effects in different novels. In Shang Guan Ding's novel, Sunken Sand Valley, it was described as: The Quan Zhen Sect and Shaolin Sect were the most treasured sects. The world's attention was focused on the Innate Gang Qi.
Although Quanzhen and Shaolin were different in terms of strength, the martial arts in the world did not deviate from the principle of "people". Moreover, the two sects 'Innate Qigong were in the same category.
In the midst of these debates, what exactly was Xiantian cultivation? In his previous life, there was also an endless debate.
But now that Jiang Chen truly obtained it, he finally understood what Xiantian cultivation was.
The so-called Xiantian skill was a martial art that was enough to reach the Xiantian level.
It was a general term and did not represent a type of martial arts. Of course, Jiang Chen was named Xiantian Arts. Obviously, the senior did not have the habit of naming it.
Of course, it didn't have a flashy name.
However, his effect was outstanding. He could almost see the complete threshold of the Xiantian realm.
One had to know that for ordinary martial arts experts, unless they were geniuses like Zhang Sanfeng and Bodhidharma who had reached an unprecedented level of talent, it was almost impossible for them to break through to the Connate Realm without a Connate Realm cultivation technique.
Not just anyone could open the Heaven and Earth Bridges.
Throughout the martial arts world, there were countless novels, but only a handful could reach this level.
Only Dharma and Zhang Sanfeng could rely on themselves to break it.
Jiang Chen didn't think he had the ability to do so.
However, now that he had the Xiantian skill, there would be no problem for him to break through.
As for the others, they still had to accumulate experience and cultivate.
After all, it was unknown how long it would take to accumulate enough internal energy to break through to the Xiantian Realm. It might take ten years, a hundred years, or even longer. Moreover, a person's lifespan was limited.
But for Jiang Chen, as long as he kept signing in, he would have a steady stream of internal strength.
When he was in a level five family, the check-in had already started for another year. Now that he had entered a level six family, the check-in reward would only be more. Jiang Chen felt that it was possible to have ten years of internal strength.
His accumulation was not as difficult as he had imagined.
Even if it required hundreds of years of accumulation, Jiang Chen felt that he could rely on signing in to push himself up. This wasn't a joke, but he had the confidence.
It was also the confidence that the system had given him.
In fact, that was indeed the case.
The next day.
"Sign in!"
"Sign in successful. Congratulations on obtaining three years of internal strength!”
The mechanical voice beside his ear was mixed with an even more majestic internal strength that surged into his body.
There was a benefit, or rather, a huge benefit, to the system's check-in. Pressing it meant that the internal strength he signed in was not based on the initial standard, nor was there a fixed standard. The stronger his cultivation was, the stronger the internal strength he accumulated.
For example, the three years of internal energy he had at this moment was the same as the internal energy he had cultivated for three years in the Nine Yang Divine Skill's ninth stage at the peak of his cultivation.
If he broke through to the Xiantian Realm, it would be the inner strength of the Xiantian Realm.
This would undoubtedly save him a lot of trouble.
Otherwise, if it was really constant, then it would not be so easy for him to improve.
Of course, Jiang Chen was a little disappointed in this kind of check-in. The thing he wanted didn't appear. He didn't know if it was because a level 6 family wasn't enough or because of something else.
There was nothing he could do about it.
He could only take it slow.
After all, the check-in system was not a mission system. It was not enough for him to complete the mission. It depended on the benefits he could obtain from the check-in.
Time passed.
In the blink of an eye, it was almost 1917.
At this moment, Jiang Ruowei and Lin Qingxia were already preparing to return.
However, due to the distance, it was hard to say if the two of them could make it back in time for the New Year.
Of course, Jiang Yuan was getting busier and busier.
On December
18th, the Capital City Research Department and the Deliberation Department fought during the voting.
On the 26th, Li Yuanhong appointed Cai Yuanpei as the president of Peking University.
The era of Chinese culture had truly arrived at this moment.
This year was also a year of turmoil. This year was filled with complexity and chaos, and this turmoil was reflected in all aspects. In just two years, 1912-1913, the education bigwigs changed six times, and Peking University changed four principals. There were three student uprisings, and it was suspended twice.
During Mr. Hu Renyuan had temporarily managed Peking University from November 13, 1913 to December 6, 1916. He resigned as the principal of Peking University for four years. During his reign, the number of students increased greatly, the scale of the school continued to expand, the school's regulations continued to improve, and the methods of education and teaching continued to improve.
But now, it had come to an end amidst the turmoil.
However, Hu Renyuan was not sad at all. Instead, he was smiling because he knew that his successor was someone more outstanding than him. He could give this school and this nation more things.
"Principal Hu!"
At the Peking University entrance, Cai Yuanpei quickly stepped forward and greeted the old man respectfully.
"Mr. Cai, Peking University has been waiting for a long time.”
Hu Renyuan chuckled and grabbed Cai Yuanpei's hand.
"Mr. Hu, your words are too serious. How can I take on such an important task?”
Cai Yuanpei said in fear.
"It's not a big deal, it's not a big deal. From now on, we'll have to rely on Duke Cai for Peking University's matters!”
Hu Renyuan spoke again.
Following that, the two of them and the group of people behind them walked into Peking University's campus.
After entering Peking University, Hu Renyuan dismissed everyone, leaving only Cai Yuanpei and himself.
"What do you think China, or perhaps Peking University, needs now?”
Hu Renyuan didn't flatter him anymore. Instead, he spoke with unprecedented caution.
Hearing Principal Hu's words, Cai Yuanpei fell silent. He knew that this was a consideration for him. He also wanted to see if he was suitable or not to take over the position of principal.
Even if Hu Renyuan did not have the ability to change all of this, this was what he, the principal of Peking University, needed to do.
"President Hu, what China lacks now is vitality. What Peking University lacks now is a firm aim. The students say that they need to first hold a firm aim, second, hone their morals, and third, respect and respect their teachers.”
"Mr. Liang Qichao once said that Japan is known as the boss. These words are probably the words of the Western people who have translated them. Whoosh! Is he really old? Liang Qichao said: Oh no! What did he say? What did he say? In my heart, there is a young Huaxia! If the youth was strong, then China would be strong. The youth relied on education and thought.”
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On the campus of Peking University, the two of them were chatting.
Principal Hu was asking, and Cai Yuanpei was answering.
In the end, the two of them talked for more than two hours before entering the principal's office.
"Cai Gonggong is right, but education depends on the person. The current Peking University is not enough.”
"If you don't mind, I can recommend a few talents to you. What do you think?”
Principal Hu nodded his head in satisfaction. Cai Yuanpei's answer made him extremely impressed. It could even be said that he was extremely happy. Not only did this person's point of view match his, but Principal Hu also felt that this person might do better than him.
Therefore, he did not hide it anymore and spoke directly.
"Of course, I don't dare to ask.”
Cai Yuanpei had a solemn expression on his face. He had just returned from abroad, so he naturally did not mind Principal Hu recommending talents.
"There are many stubborn people in Peking University now. This is not the school's fortune, nor is it the fortune of the nation. Our school is mainly open. In today's world, I think that Mr. Zhong Fu from Shanghai, Hu Shizhi from Anhui, and Qian Xuantong from Wuxing can all enter Peking University to teach. In addition, Duke Cai can try to invite that person from Jiangnan Prefecture.”
Hu Renyuan slowly opened his mouth and recommended several top-notch existences.
"The one in Jiangnan Prefecture, Principal, you mean Mr. Jiang Chen?”
Duke Cai was stunned for a moment before a terrifying light appeared in his eyes.
Even if he stayed overseas, the Jiang family and Jiang Chen's name were still well-known.
This was a figure that could shake the entire world.
It was also an existence that was enough to shock his heart.
In 1916, he was the owner of the Nobel Prize in Chemistry. His sister and mother also won this year's Nobel Prize in Physiology and Medicine. The family's achievements were eye-catching, not to mention China.
He didn't expect President Hu to mention Jiang Chen.
"Yes, Mr. Jiang Chen. Although Mr. Jiang Chen is young, his achievements in the new culture and science are unparalleled. If we can recruit him, Peking University will definitely become the world's top university and nurture talents for China.”
Hu Renyuan said, his eyes filled with hope.
"But will Mr. Jiang Chen be willing?”
Cai Yuanpei was a little hesitant after his excitement.
With Jiang Chen's identity and wealth, could Cai Yuanpei really hire him?
"Don't worry, there should be a twenty to thirty percent chance that Mr. Jiang Chen has a favorable impression of Peking University and a favorable impression of China.”
Hu Renyuan opened his mouth softly.
"Alright, I understand!"
"Thank you for your guidance, Principal."
Cai Yuanpei nodded. Although Hu Renyuan only said that he had a 20 - 30% chance of success, he was still prepared to give it a try. At this moment, an idea had already appeared in his mind.
If Liu Bei was able to visit the cowhouse three times, then he, Cai Yuanpei, would also be able to invite Sir three times.
It's useful to the country.
If it was useful in China, Cai Yuanpei didn't care what he needed to do.
He only cared about whether he could do it.
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(There's still one more photo. It might be a little late. I want to salvage my relationship. I don't know if I can do it. Wish me luck.)
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