My Manor

Boston University, referred to as BU, was founded in 1839. When people hear this name, their first impression is often that it is a public university. In fact, it is a private institution and one of the world's top private universities. It is also the third-largest private university in the United States. BU has a prestigious academic reputation globally, consistently ranking in the top 100 in the world and in the top 50 in North America. Its most recent ranking is 32nd in the world. The university has produced six Nobel Prize winners and 22 Pulitzer Prize winners.

The most famous alumnus is likely Martin Luther King Jr., who is known for his dreams and vision. However, don't think that BU is only a journalism school because of its many Pulitzer Prize winners. In reality, journalism is not one of the university's primary fields of study.

BU's most distinguished departments include business, engineering, economics, and biopharmaceutical engineering, with some programs ranking in the top ten in the United States. For example, its ecology, evolution, and systems biology program is ranked sixth in the U.S. Of course, none of this is relevant to Jiang Hai. He has no interest in attending school but is keen on the research, particularly since he knows that, no matter how domesticated beef cattle are, they still can't compare to bison.

There are several key differences. First, bison are much heavier, with the largest American bison weighing up to a ton, far surpassing domestic beef cattle. Second, even if domesticated, bison are still bison, much like wild boars, which, even when domesticated, retain their wild characteristics. Though the price of bison may not rise in the U.S., if sold in China as "bison meat," it could fetch a much higher price.

At this point, Cindy Clive had become somewhat fed up. Compared to Jiang Hai, the young man across from them was clearly more bewildered. While she was a teacher, she didn't necessarily care about academic matters. Unlike some girls who admired brand-name clothes, makeup, jewelry, and shoes, she preferred hearing about romantic topics. Jiang Hai's rambling about cows had become increasingly dull.

Though she wasn't particularly interested in science, this guy was clearly talking about his area of expertise and kept going on endlessly. Hesitant to leave abruptly, she decided to follow Jiang Hai. However, as she saw him looking at the cow, she deliberately walked over.

When the students noticed that the goddess in front of them exchanged a few words with Jiang Hai before returning to the "yellow man," they couldn't help but be speechless. Research-oriented people like them were often considered introverts, and it was evident that they weren't very good at talking to women. While Jiang Hai had a similar personality, at least he was more familiar with Cindy Clive.

"Hey, isn't this the owner of the manor? What? Are you interested in this cow? But unfortunately, it's not for sale." Just as the boy didn't know how to respond, several figures approached from a distance.

The leader was someone Jiang Hai had met earlier in the restaurant, from Carlett Company. Alongside him were a few people he had encountered at lunch, as well as several others wearing the same uniform. The school badges on their chests indicated they were from Boston University.

"This cow was developed with our company's investment, meaning it belongs to us. Look around, 80% of the cowsheds are owned by our company. Unfortunately, there's no room for you here. Why? Because the cows are too old to be sold?" The man spoke sourly while eyeing Jiang Hai.

"What a pity. Although these cows belong to your company, they don't seem to belong to you. His cows, on the other hand, belong entirely to him. Are you standing here talking like this because you envy him?" Before Jiang Hai could respond, Cindy Clive stepped in, her face showing clear anger. She felt the man had come to pick a fight with them, which was both unnecessary and absurd.

Jiang Hai didn't even know the guy, yet he was trying to show off with a sour attitude. Who was he to speak like that? In terms of size, he wasn't even a match for Jiang Hai, and financially, he couldn't compete either. Jiang Hai owned a manor worth hundreds of millions of dollars, while this guy was just a worker.

Cindy couldn't take it any longer. She stepped forward and addressed the man.

"Envy him? What would I envy about him? He's just a country bumpkin..." The man was left speechless by Cindy's sharp words and stammered incoherently. After muttering a few words, he quietly added something under his breath.

But Jiang Hai heard it. A pure Northeastern man, he valued action over idle chatter. The man had already been sour towards him, which irritated Jiang Hai. Now, daring to insult him to his face was the last straw. Jiang Hai had a bad temper, and with a single step, he grabbed the man's collar and lifted him up. The man, caught off guard by Jiang Hai's strength, tried to grab Jiang Hai's arm with one hand, while the other flailed in the air.

"You, what are you doing? Put me down! Security! Security!" The man shouted. At the sound of his cries, several security guards, who had been observing from a distance, rushed over. The surrounding researchers and students were in a state of confusion.

These students, as academic elites, focused more on their studies than physical confrontations. When they saw the situation, they didn't know how to react, let alone step in.

"I heard him call me a country bumpkin. Can I sue him?" Jiang Hai sneered at the man struggling in his grip and turned to Cindy Clive.

"It doesn't seem possible, but if you teach him a lesson, you'd probably only need to cover his medical bills." Cindy responded, with a sly smile, but also a warning in her eyes.

"I see. It's a shame that I lack everything except money." Jiang Hai sighed as he stared at the man before him. In the U.S., where everything could be tied to race, calling someone a "country bumpkin" wasn't illegal.

Jiang Hai felt frustrated, but teaching this man a lesson wasn't as simple as Cindy suggested. Her winking was a clear signal that if Jiang Hai went too far, it might lead to bigger consequences.

After all, Jiang Hai had just received his green card. Any violent conflict could cause trouble.

"Sir, please calm down and put the person down, or we'll call the police." The security guards approached quickly, but they didn't dare take action. In the American system, security guards saw their work as just a job, not worth risking their lives over. So they surrounded Jiang Hai but focused only on persuading him to release the man.

"No sense!" Jiang Hai scoffed at the guards as he observed their hesitant behavior. Though he had expected them to rush in, it seemed they were too cowardly. Not wanting to escalate the situation, he released the man, pushing him aside. The man, helpless in mid-air, crashed to the ground.

"You barbarian! You country bumpkin! I'll sue you!" The man jumped up, clutching his sore backside, cursing as he hopped in place.

"Whatever." Jiang Hai shrugged, unfazed. The man wasn't seriously injured, so the police would have no reason to get involved.

"You, you barbarian! You're a butcher! You yellow..." The man cursed again, but as soon as he reached for the racial slur, he stopped short. He recalled Jiang Hai's previous question about racial discrimination and wisely held his tongue. He also noticed the cold look in Jiang Hai's eyes, making him reconsider his words.

He tried to shift his focus to Jiang Hai's cattle, still believing that if he insulted Jiang Hai, the cows would never be sold. Jiang Hai, however, smirked at the man's attempt to assert control.

"Can't sell? If the quality of the cows were like yours, maybe you're right. But my cows? Not a chance." Jiang Hai looked at the man disdainfully and suggested, "Want to bet?"