Qingshui tapped his fingers on the table.
"So, you found out about my student-teacher relationship with Dr. Wells, and that's why you want my help to rebuild a Particle Accelerator?"
He really couldn't build a Particle Accelerator.
His current identity was fake; all his credentials were false.
Although in government records, these credentials appeared real, in truth, none of those things had ever happened.
He was much better at mechanical engineering and hadn't really delved much into high-energy physics.
"Not exactly."
Barry Allen said to Qingshui, "Dr. Wells didn't leave behind the complete technology for building the Particle Accelerator, but he did leave a prototype in Central City University's high-energy physics lab. Watt, you were also a student at Central City University; I imagine you know about that tradition."
A tradition?
What tradition?
Qingshui kept a poker face, but inwardly he was utterly confused.
Thankfully, Barry Allen continued, "When a researcher passes away, if their student can prove to the university that they are capable of continuing the research, they can inherit a portion of their mentor's research legacy. Even if some equipment is considered university property, as long as you can afford it, you can buy it.
If we can get that Particle Accelerator prototype and combine it with S.T.A.R. Labs' equipment, we are confident we can rebuild the Particle Accelerator."
Qingshui closed his eyes and thought for a moment.
"Alright, but what do I get out of this?"
Barry Allen and Cisco exchanged a look.
It dawned on them that this person seemed to be a capitalist.
Not working without profit was a common trait among capitalists.
"Listen, Mr. Watt, don't you think this is a great opportunity? If you're exposed to the dark matter energy surge from the explosion, you might gain superpowers just like us. Doesn't that appeal to you?"
"It does appeal to me, but won't it be dangerous? Am I guaranteed to get superpowers?"
Qingshui leaned forward slightly, placing both hands on the table, making his body appear larger and more imposing.
This was a common move in negotiations and similar situations, designed to subconsciously exert pressure on the other party through body language.
"As long as safety precautions are taken, at most you'll experience some physical discomfort from the impact, or your body might lack energy and enter a state of low blood sugar due to the dark matter transforming you with superpowers. Don't worry, we have professional medical equipment there.
As for whether you're guaranteed to get superpowers, I can't promise that, but this is undoubtedly your only way to gain superpowers, isn't it?"
Qingshui had actually already agreed internally.
However, he still said, "Alright, but I also have one condition: in the future, you must help me with three things that are within your capabilities."
Barry quickly exchanged glances with Cisco and finally nodded in agreement.
"Okay, but they must be three things that don't violate our bottom line."
A smile appeared on Qingshui's face.
This time, luck was on his side.
Good things came his way without him having to lift a finger.
"Deal!"
Barry was also all smiles and shook hands with Qingshui.
"I told you, this is an offer you can't refuse."
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Two days later.
Central City Airport.
Qingshui, dressed in a sharp suit, looking like a successful businessman, disembarked the plane accompanied by an Accountant.
Soon, someone from Central City University approached, holding a sign for pick-up.
"Mr. Watt, I'm Colette Grama, a lecturer in the physics department. Welcome back to your alma mater."
A young blonde woman in a white blouse and a pencil skirt put down the sign and bent down to shake Qingshui's hand.
Qingshui's gaze swept over her ample cleavage, a smile on his face.
"Hello, Teacher Colette."
The people from Central City University were very enthusiastic because Qingshui had paved the way with money, sending an email to the school in advance, stating his intention to donate.
Ten million US dollars, to be used for building a new large teaching building for the physics department.
This was mainly to buy the school's silence.
While the data was accurate, the university could easily verify the authenticity of Qingshui's degree by simply asking any of the long-serving professors in the physics department.
However, with money paving the way, the university was naturally cooperative. They could even use Qingshui, a newly wealthy entrepreneur and alumnus from Gotham, to subtly promote the school. Who knew, they might even secure more funding from Qingshui in the future.
A young billionaire in his twenties, he was bound to generate significant buzz as he developed.
Being able to cultivate such a talent was, in itself, the best recruitment advertisement a university could have.
"Mr. Watt, would you like to come to the university with me first? Our physics department leadership is ready to welcome you."
"Just a moment."
Qingshui shook his head from side to side, looking around.
Soon, he spotted his target.
"Oh, can I bring a few friends along?"
"Of course."
Qingshui, Accountant, and Colette walked forward together and found three young people hurrying along.
"I'm really not used to running this slowly. It's been a long time since I felt that worry of being late."
Barry Allen panted twice, leaning on his knees.
"Teacher Colette, let me introduce them. This is Dura, my secretary. This is Barry Allen, also an alumnus of our university, with a master's degree in chemistry. He's currently a forensic scientist at the Central City Police Department. And this is Cisco Ramon, a STEM genius with dual doctorates in Physics Engineering and Computer Science from Empire State University, and a researcher at S.T.A.R. Labs. And this is..."
Qingshui looked at Caitlin.
He shouldn't know Caitlin.
"Caitlin Snow, Cisco's colleague, with doctorates in Biomedical Science and Physics from Harvard University."
Caitlin smiled gently and shook hands with Qingshui, Accountant, and Colette in turn.
"After my mentor, Dr. Wells, passed away, S.T.A.R. Labs' ownership was transferred to Barry. My company has always had technical collaborations with S.T.A.R. Labs, and they heard I was coming, so they came to greet me."
Qingshui casually fabricated this explanation.
The group got into a car and headed towards Central City University.
Through the car window, the scenery of Central City was clearly visible.
Central City was sunny most of the year, a stark contrast to the gloomy and dark Gotham.
Though also densely packed with high-rises, Central City, as a burgeoning tech city, had incredibly scientifically designed and positioned every building.
It wasn't like Gotham, where even on rare sunny days, the oppressive steel buildings would block out the light.
Coupled with pleasant temperatures and high vegetation coverage, these factors made the city one of the most livable in America.
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