Chapter 22 I support you
I have money in my hand and don’t panic.
Of course, Jiang Miao did not keep the money, but used it to expand production.
For example, we purchased a 5-story self-built house in Shiomachi Village to be used as a seed laboratory. We also purchased a lot of better experimental equipment to build a laboratory with relatively high specifications.
This laboratory alone cost nearly 20 million.
In addition, it is investing in Nanhu Farm, 146 acres of vegetable land and paddy fields, with a planned investment of 3 million.
There are also salaries, performance bonuses, etc. given to employees.
After all, if you don’t spend money, your net profit will be too high, and you will still have to deduct 35% of your personal income tax, which is not worth the gain.
He plans to keep only about 60 million in net profit.
Therefore, before the end of this year, about 40 million must be spent. Currently, 20 million has been spent in the seed laboratory, 3 million has been spent on Nanhu Farm, and the year-end bonus will be about 5 million, and 500 can be spent on other miscellaneous things. Ten thousand, there is still a quota of 7 million left.
Jiang Miao was thinking about how to spend 7 million in the container house at Nanhu Farm.
Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and remembered someone. He quickly picked up the phone and found a phone number that had been forgotten for a long time.
Dudu…
"Hello...Amiao? Is that you?"
"It's me, Shuya, how are you doing lately?"
"It's okay." The voice on the other side of the phone hesitated.
"Are you still studying for a Ph.D.?"
"Yeah!"
"Come and help me! I need you."
"Don't be ridiculous..."
"I'm serious."
"..." The other side was silent.
"Why?"
"Shuya! You should know that about your tutor, he is not an ideal tutor. I know that in the past few years, your thesis..."
"But I'm not willing to give up like this..."
"Academic qualifications don't mean everything. I know you love studying fungi. Does getting that diploma mean that you will become Taishan Beidou in the field of fungi?"
"But what can I do!" The voice on the other side was a little louder, mixed with helplessness and pain at the same time.
"I support you."
"You..."
"I'm serious, come to Hailufeng! There are no obstacles in life that you can't overcome, and you shouldn't be bound by that diploma."
"I, I..." It was obvious that the decision to give up studying for a Ph.D. was indeed the most difficult decision for her to make in her life.
"Stop hesitating, this isn't like you."
"Okay, I'll buy a ticket and go there. If you want to lie to me, I'll give birth to 5 Huagulongs for you."
"Okay."
Three days later.
Shantou-Mei high-speed railway station.
Jiang Miao and Ke Yong stood not far from the passenger exit.
"Boss, the train has arrived."
"I know." Jiang Miao took a sip of mineral water.
After a while, a fresh-faced girl with short hair pulled a suitcase and walked slowly from the passenger exit.
Even if the face is stained with wheat color, it still cannot conceal its appearance. It is not the artificial beauty of technology that is popular nowadays, but the beauty of classical and simple beauty.
Several drivers soliciting customers were about to walk over.
Jiang Miao immediately stepped forward and took the suitcase: "Long time no see, Shuya."
"You are a little different from before." Lin Shuya looked at him. Although he still had the same wheat-colored complexion and the same appearance as when he was in college, Jiang Miao's temperament had changed dramatically at this time.
When I was in college, I was young and naive, and always spoke with a hint of hesitation.
At this time, he was full of energy, as if he had everything under control.
But she was just the opposite. She was full of confidence when she was in college, but she doubted life after getting a doctorate. PARKING LOT.
Lin Shuya looked at the pickup truck in front of her: "You still like pickup trucks as always."
"I am consistent."
"I also want to be consistent, but unfortunately sometimes we can't decide our own lives."
Ke Yong was driving, and the two of them were chatting in the back seat.
"It seems that you have become prosperous in the past few years, and I will have to rely on you to support you in the future."
"If I can, I will support you for the rest of my life, Ya!"
As she spoke, she leaned on Jiang Miao's shoulder, tears falling involuntarily, and she sobbed as she recounted her experiences in the past few years.
Several high-quality papers were taken away by her tutor, who kept working for Fang Bai and refused to let her graduate.
At the same time, there were conflicts at home. Her family was from the Panyu side of Yangcheng City and had 6 relocation houses that could be rented. Unfortunately, her parents died of illness in 2022. The two brothers turned against each other in order to divide the family property. They are still fighting now. There's a lawsuit going on.
Fortunately, her parents had the foresight to transfer a house to her name in advance when she was in college. Otherwise, she would definitely be involved in this lawsuit.
Seeing the behavior of her two brothers, she didn't want to get involved in their affairs. After renting out the house, she rarely returned to Yangcheng.
The loss of her parents, coupled with the dual pressure of family and studies, made Lin Shuya breathless.
This time Jiang Miao's invitation was like a ray of light, illuminating her gloomy life again.
After crying for more than ten minutes, she seemed tired of crying, so she fell asleep leaning on his shoulder.
Jiang Miao took the opportunity to look at the identification panel.
The other problems are not big, but endocrine disorders, which may be caused by anxiety. Just take care of them.
Another ten minutes passed.
The car slowly stopped at the door of a villa-style self-built house in Nanhu Village. He bought this house for himself to live in. Next door was a small villa owned by his brother-in-law, his family, and his parents.
"We're here."
"Uh..." Lin Shuya woke up in a daze: "Are we here?"
Opening the car door and taking a breath of fresh air, I found that there was a slight smell of sea in the air: "Is this the seaside?"
"About two hundred meters behind the house is the beach." Jiang Miao took the suitcase from the trunk: "Let's go!"
Lin Shuya followed him in.
This three-story self-built house was sold to Jiang Miao because the previous owner failed in business in Pengcheng. There were four self-built houses next door that belonged to this person and were all bought together.
The decoration of the house was not bad, so there was no redecoration. Only the furniture, appliances and some decorations were replaced.
In the master room on the second floor, Jiang Miao placed Lin Shuya's suitcase in it.
She didn't reject it. After all, the two of them had already done what they should do during their college years. If Lin Shuya hadn't gone to study for a Ph.D. and Jiang Miao didn't agree, they would have gotten married long ago.
"You have a rest, I will take you to the city for a walk in the evening."
"Okay." Lin Shuya took off her jeans and jacket, changed into a set of pajamas, and lay down directly on the bed. It was obvious that she was really tired.
Jiang Miao did not leave, but sat on the rocking chair on the balcony of the master room, playing with her mobile phone, a rare moment of relaxation.
The company's affairs are managed by various departments, so there is no need for him to stay in the company all day.
As the sun set, Lin Shuya, who had slept for four hours, stretched and found Jiang Miao playing on her mobile phone on the balcony.
Opening the sliding door: "Aren't you going to take me for a walk?"
"Let's go!" Jiang Miao put away her phone.
"I'm going to brush my teeth. Where is the bathroom?"
"The master room has a bathroom, here..."
Lin Shuya took out the electric toothbrush and toothpaste from the suitcase, and took out a towel.
Ten minutes later, she changed into a set of clothes, including light pink jeans, a blue long-sleeved turtleneck sweater, and flat leather shoes, and lightly applied a light red lipstick. Shuya was not usually in the habit of wearing heavy makeup.
Jiang Miao drove a small electric donkey from the garage nearby.
Lin Shuya stood behind him, holding his waist.
Ke Yong, who did not dare to be a light bulb, could only drive a pickup truck and follow slowly dozens of meters away.
The little electric donkey moved slowly along the township road.
The evening breeze in early December was cool and dry.
(End of chapter)