Special Forces: At the beginning, An Ran pulled him to get his certificate.

Chapter 1349: The Tiankeng is well utilized, all are talented

At this lively fundraising banquet, after an entrepreneur with a heroic aura of a grassroots hero donated tens of billions, another entrepreneur who bore a striking resemblance to Chen Jun slowly stood up. His eyes were fixed on Chen Jun, revealing genuine emotion, as if the man before him were his own son.

"My last name is Chen, too. Three generations of my family have served in the military, and my son is now a soldier himself. He's been so busy these past few years since joining the army that he's rarely had time to come home." The entrepreneur paused, a flicker of emotion in his eyes. "So, after careful consideration, I've decided to donate the portion of my inheritance I originally intended to give to my son to the nation. I'm donating a thousand small goals!"

The moment these words were spoken, the entire audience erupted in shock. Everyone gasped. "Wow, one hundred billion!" That was no small sum. Those present were all business elites, intimately familiar with the flow and scale of capital. Hearing about such a massive donation shocked everyone. In today's business world, no entrepreneur could easily come up with such a massive amount of working capital.

The entrepreneur surnamed Chen then looked at Chen Jun, his eyes full of trust and expectation. "General Chen, you can decide what to do with this money. Going forward, I will donate 10% of my company's annual share profits to you. As for how you use it, I will absolutely not interfere."

Chen Jun stood there quietly, looking at the entrepreneur before him. An indescribable feeling of gratitude welled up in his heart, as if a warm current was flowing through him. He silently called out "Dad" in his heart, then solemnly saluted the entrepreneur with a standard military salute to express his deep gratitude for his sincere kindness.

"General Chen, my company is not very big, so I can't donate hundreds of billions or trillions of yuan like the previous donors, but I also want to do my part. I will donate three small goals." An entrepreneur stood up and said.

"After discussion, our Alliance Chamber of Commerce has decided to propose fifty small goals and fully fund General Chen's research and development of large-scale weapons. We hope to use this to deter those evil-minded villains and contribute to the peace and stability of the country." The representative of the Alliance Chamber of Commerce also announced passionately.

"On behalf of all employees of the company, I will donate half of their salary this month, which adds up to about 50 million yuan. In addition, our overseas companies will also donate 30 million yuan." Another entrepreneur stood up and spoke, his voice full of determination.

"I run a game company, and over the years, many parents in society have had a lot of complaints about me. I thought about it carefully, and it doesn't make much sense for me to keep this money. I decided to donate 200 small goals!" The boss of a game company also stood up with a look of relief on his face.

Chen Jun stood quietly, unmoving, but a bright smile spread across his face, his blood boiling. The enthusiastic response and enthusiastic support from the crowd deeply impressed him, deeply impressed by their patriotic passion and strong support for national defense. These people weren't kidding; after they finished speaking, they immediately transferred the money on the spot. It's worth mentioning that Lao Wen and Lao Fan were truly capable hands, having already prepared various POS and credit card machines to ensure a smooth donation process.

Only half an hour later, Old Wen hurried over to Chen Jun and excitedly told him, "General Chen, I just counted the donations, and they've exceeded 300 billion!"

"This is really amazing. It can beat 100 Mr. Ye. I have to say that Old Fan and Old Wen put in a lot of effort this time. These two guys actually found so many wealthy businessmen from all over the country." Chen Jun's heart was full of surprise and emotion.

What Chen Jun didn't realize was that it wasn't the immense appeal of Old Wen and Old Fan, the two "sinkholes." In reality, these wealthy businessmen were already willing to donate to the country; they simply lacked a significant leader and a suitable platform. It just so happened that Yan Country had recently successfully intimidated the United States with its powerful weapons, overcoming numerous obstacles internationally and boosting the domestic business environment. As long as the funds could be truly used for national defense and scientific research, contributing to the country's strength, their companies would naturally support it. Within Yan Country, these entrepreneurs possessed a high level of patriotism.

Afterwards, Chen Jun specifically sought out Lao Wen and sincerely expressed his gratitude: "Lao Wen, this time it's all thanks to you. If it weren't for you, I really don't know what I would have done."

Old Wen quickly waved his hands with a humble smile on his face. "No, no, no, General Chen, this is mainly because you called on them to donate on behalf of the country. In fact, I was just the leader in the middle. This money was not donated for my face. In China, everyone has a heart to serve the country. They all want to become red-top businessmen and contribute to the country. It's just that the country has been at peace in recent years, and they haven't found the right opportunity. It just so happens that you appeared and provided everyone with such an opportunity."

"Commander, we really just happened to be here, and we pulled the strings and led the way. It was you who really played a key role." Lao Fan also echoed.

Chen Jun smiled faintly. He knew these two were good talkers, always able to speak to his heart's content. Of course, this time, he truly was grateful to these two "tiankengs" from the bottom of his heart. After all, if he were to organize this fundraiser himself, he probably wouldn't have many people to turn to besides the generous entrepreneur named Chen.

"I've always been very clear about gratitude and resentment, and I'm never vague about where I owe gratitude. If you have any ideas about the provincial department, I can bring them up with President Tang. It's up to you." With that, Chen Jun, with the imposing manner of a general, gently patted Old Wen on the shoulder. This seemingly casual pat nearly moved Old Wen to his knees, feeling as if he'd received a heaven-shattering blessing, his heart overflowing with gratitude. Furthermore, Chen Jun specifically mentioned that he didn't need to call him General anymore; he could just call him Little Chen, just like Company Commander You Junda did. But Old Wen didn't dare. In his eyes, Chen Jun was a general, the head coach of the three armed forces, and the chief designer of national scientific research. Each of these titles placed him at the pinnacle of achievement, unattainable for others.

As for Old Wen, recalling the previous "sinkhole" incident, he almost thought his career was ruined. Fortunately, Chen Jun, out of respect for his former company commander, helped him out. It's no exaggeration to say that Chen Jun has become the most important benefactor in his career.

"General Chen, if I can still enter the provincial department at my age, it will be a blessing that I have accumulated in several lifetimes. Every Qingming Festival in the future, I will go to your house to worship the ancestors and thank you for your great kindness." Old Wen said excitedly.

"Go to hell..." Chen Jun was speechless. He was so busy on weekdays that he didn't even have time to worship his ancestors. How could it be this guy's turn to thank his ancestors for eighteen generations?

"Anyway, if you need me in any way in the future, just let me know, I will go through fire and water for you without hesitation!" Lao Wen looked sincere, and he almost called Chen Jun "brother". The sincerity in his eyes made people not doubt his determination at all.

Old Fan watched this scene eagerly from the sidelines, his eyes filled with envy, especially after seeing Chen Jun promise Old Wen that he would help him get promoted to the provincial department. Old Wen wanted to get into the provincial department, something he had dreamed of throughout his career as a spy, but had never been able to achieve. Now, with Chen Jun, he saw a glimmer of hope.

In reality, Lao Fan also had his own ambitions. Despite his age and the teasing nickname "Pig Farmer" at the hacker base, deep down he longed to become a general. It was a dream he had been pursuing his entire life!

Chen Jun naturally noticed Lao Fan's eager gaze; he understood Lao Fan's intentions. While at the hacker base, Lao Fan had repeatedly requested a transfer to the operations department, even suggesting that pig farming could be a secondary occupation, insisting on doing both. However, Chen Jun, feeling Lao Fan lacked a certain calmness and groundedness, had been reluctant to agree, hoping he could experience the everyday world of "pig farming" and become more grounded.

After this period of time, Chen Jun found that Lao Fan had indeed changed. He gradually became less impetuous and more down-to-earth, and he was not as fond of coming up with "sinkhole" ideas as before.

"Don't look at me like that. Go back and prepare. I'll give you the list of major generals to be trained for the next term. Be fully prepared." Chen Jun looked at Lao Fan and said calmly.

"Fuck... Major General..." Old Wen's eyes widened instantly when he heard this, his expression filled with shock and envy. His mouth hung open for a long time, staring at Old Fan in a daze. He had never imagined that Old Fan would actually have the chance to become a Major General.

"It's just him..." Lao Wen couldn't help but mutter in a low voice, with a complex emotion in his heart, including envy for Lao Fan and a different kind of "disgust".

As for Lao Fan, upon hearing Chen Jun's words, he was stunned as if struck by lightning. Then, his eyes ignited like a burning flame, and his whole body trembled with excitement.

"Chen... Commander, if I could still attend general training in my lifetime, I... I could call you dad for the rest of my life. Whatever you ask me to do, I'll do it with my head on the line, even if it means going through fire and water, or even death, Commander!" Old Fan was so excited that his words were incoherent, his vocal cords trembling. He repeatedly assured Chen Jun that no matter which direction Chen Jun pointed to, even if it meant mountains of swords and seas of fire, or the abyss of hell, he would rush there without hesitation. The scene was like a general mobilization before a war, the atmosphere so enthusiastic that it made people's blood boil. Even Old Wen, who was standing next to him, felt his blood boiling, his heart surging. He secretly wondered if his words of thanks to General Chen had not been well-worded, and whether he needed to reorganize his words to properly express his gratitude.

Chen Jun was already accustomed to Lao Fan's reactions. He said calmly, "Having you raise pigs at the hacker base these years has been a form of training. Okay, enough of that, and don't be so pretentious. Go back and prepare well, especially for your academics. No one can help you with that; you'll have to rely on yourself."

"Don't worry, Commander. In fact, I have been self-studying the major general training course for more than ten years and am always prepared!" Lao Fan patted his chest and assured.

After hearing this, Chen Jun couldn't help but feel a little emotional. Old Fan really came prepared.

That same day, Chen Jun received over 3,000 donations from small groups. This was undoubtedly a timely relief for his ongoing research, instantly resolving a pressing need. With this massive influx of funds, developing at least a few dozen more hacker missiles would be a breeze. Furthermore, with the continuous advancement of scientific research technology, developing hundreds in the future is not impossible.

After the banquet, in the parking lot, Chen Jun strode towards the Warrior off-road vehicle driven by Yajieer. This vehicle had been specially modified and had super strong protection capabilities. Ordinary bullets and guns could not cause damage to it.

Yajie'er was dressed as an urban elite today, wearing fashionable clothes and black stockings, completely belying her military credentials. Her attire was precisely to facilitate disguise in various situations and better protect Chen Jun. This female agent, now a department head, was filled with curiosity about the fundraising event Chen Jun personally organized.

"Chief, after taking such a big risk on this trip, did you get any small target?" Yajieer couldn't help but ask curiously when she saw Chen Jun getting in the car.

"A small goal?" Chen Jun couldn't help but chuckle when he heard this question. "Yajie'er, you really underestimate your husband's old friend, don't you?"

Yajie turned around in surprise and looked at Chen Jun: "How much is that?"

"Guess." Chen Jun was in a good mood and made a joke. Usually, he seldom communicated with Yajieer. They were both practical people who kept their heads down to do their work.

"It won't be ten small goals."

Through the rearview mirror, Yajie looked at Chen Jun in surprise as he closed his eyes to rest. From his expression, she could tell that this young general, who seldom smiled, rarely had such a relieved and relaxed expression, especially after he became the chief designer of the national military industry, his brows could be furrowed enough to kill a mosquito.

"Add another zero to the end, and it'll triple." Chen Jun stopped teasing Yajie'er and directly stated the result. "However, to completely solve the funding problem, even if there are more than 3,000 small goals, it will not be enough. There must be a steady stream of capital injection, but the country has no money. I have to think about how to solve this problem. I can't just keep staring at those entrepreneurs."

He talked to himself, but Yajie was dumbfounded. She was dumbfounded. Three hundred billion... Three thousand small goals after this trip?