"It's just that I didn't expect it to be a mistake. This time we made a fortune in advance. This part of the money should go to investment companies and then be invested in high-tech companies. When the manufacturing side uses money, it is considered as capital allocation. The current money We want to get it exactly, and we will not be soft on future money.”
Thinking about the consumer electronics market many years later, Ji Donglai knew that he had done nothing wrong.
Smecta relied on sticky Korean dramas, popular games around the world, and girl groups and boy bands to earn post-industrial money in advance. Smecta made a lot of money by hitching a ride on China's industrialization. .
But deep down, Smecta hated China deeply. Ji Donglai had always been soft-hearted about taking money from such people.
"Okay, I believe you! It seems I'm getting old. Do you want to build an activity room for a few people?"
Looking at Ji Donglai's slightly green face, and then thinking about the money that suddenly entered his account, Zhao Shuying knew that his way of thinking was far behind the young man in front of him.
Although he was forward-looking enough, before today, Zhao Shuying still didn't like Zhu Hui's group of people who didn't create a dime of profit for the company.
Except for Li Jing, Zhao Shuying owed several people half a year's insurance and provident funds, and was waiting for the day when Ji Donglai couldn't stand it anymore and kicked them out directly.
Now it seems that my situation is still small. With today's money, it will not be a problem to support several people for a lifetime.
"Look at how many of them are willing to move around. They are just a bunch of maggots with no brains. They regularly ask a few people to go out and unload the goods for me. It just happens to save some labor and kill two birds with one stone. You go ahead and do it."
"Uh...good idea!"
Faced with Ji Donglai's thoughts, Zhao Shuying held back a smile, shrank her neck and left.
A group of people in Smecta's computer room have gone crazy. More than ten people ran away with their equipment. After all, the owner of such a large sum of money would not spare his group if he knew about it.
Others are frantically looking for bugs in the program. It is hard for them to imagine how a group of people who have repeatedly won battles were eliminated so quickly.
The newly purchased computer keyboard was almost smoking when I typed it, and the other party still couldn't restart the server. In the end, the sponsor had to replace the hardware, but there were many more people wearing black suits and ties on site.
As the largest pirated private server in the Chinese area, the other party was directly shut down by Li Jing. Those crazy Krypton gold players had no place to go, so they accidentally entered Li Jing's private server and fell in love with it instantly.
The particularly familiar settings, the crazy and gorgeous gameplay, and the thrill of gradually completing levels all stimulate the senses of these people. The flow of water in the game every day is staggering. Even Ji Donglai was a little surprised in the later stage.
Fortunately, the investment company established by Ji Donglai has a relatively strong turnover, otherwise it would definitely attract a lot of people's attention. Of course, the direct consequence is that Ji Donglai will not be short of money.
"Jingle Bell……"
"Huh? Mr. Tan, what are your instructions?"
Ji Donglai was in a meeting with several colleagues when Tan Xiumei's voice came over. Ji Donglai waved his hands to stop the discussion.
"Mr. Ji, let me borrow two cars from you, preferably commercial cars and trucks. We are going to pull some supplies for charity."
Tan Xiumei's voice on the phone was surprisingly calm. Ji Donglai was slightly startled, and the corner of his mouth curled up, secretly thinking that this money man was actually able to do charity. Seeing as his work schedule has not been busy recently.
"Okay, can you do charity work without me? Tell me the location. I'll go there with the driver. Just tell me what you need to bring."
According to Tan Xiumei's location, Ji Donglai dispatched two commercial vehicles and a truck. The meeting point was a distribution station. To Ji Donglai's surprise, Great Wall was also here.
"Brother Changcheng, why are you here?"
Looking at Yan Changcheng who was leading a group of people to carry supplies, Ji Donglai quickly took off his suit, changed into another piece of clothing, and started to help.
"Ji Donglai, this was caused by the Great Wall. I found out and followed it. You are classmates and you don't know? That's right. With the mentality of a landlord like you, even if you know, you will treat it as if you don't know!"
What surprised Ji Donglai even more was that Tan Xiumei was also moving things in dusty camouflage uniforms, including food, vegetables, and some office supplies.
"Okay, you two, stop jostling each other. Everyone in Donglai knows that you are energetic. Help people get the boards and cement to the car. The student union can send a few people over later. I am leaving school soon, and it will be very difficult in the future. It’s sad, please come over and take a look when you have time.”
"By the way, the money you spent to buy these things came from your dividends. Here are the detailed accounts. I used your name when I donated. My uncle won't blame me if he finds out."
Patting Ji Donglai on the shoulder, Yan Changcheng urged Ji Donglai to help. Although Ji Donglai didn't know what Yan Changcheng wanted to do, he could tell that it was a good thing.
There were quite a lot of supplies, including 500 bags of cement. Although Ji Donglai had strength, he was really tired.
Coupled with the corrosive nature of cement, I feel itchy all over when I sweat.
After the lumber and other things were almost moved, some activists were sent over from the school student union. Wu Zhen, who was wearing a yellow T-shirt, was also there. He wore snow-white Adidas on his feet and gold-rimmed glasses. He stood out among the crowd. Tian Ye Among them was a camera slung around his neck.
“Are you looking for activists?”
"I handed it over to the new student body president, that's a bit much!"
Looking at the new group of people, Ji Donglai frowned, especially Wu Zhen and Ye Ye who went too far. One of them stretched out his hands to carry the materials and made a carrying bag, and then Ye Ye hurriedly took pictures.
From one supply to another, the two of them exchanged photos, without any dust on their clothes.
"If activists are like this, our team will be able to clean up my Ji Dong's name by writing it backwards!"
Looking at the actions of the two people, Ji Donglai finally knew where the later masters of posing came from. Yan Changcheng patted Ji Donglai on the shoulder and told him not to worry. There were not many supplies left, and they would all be loaded into the truck in ten minutes.
Ji Donglai, Xin Great Wall, and Tan Xiumei entered the cab of the truck.
Activists from the school got on the original minibus, held banners and posed for photos.
"You are done, you can't do anything, go back, don't pollute the environment here."
Looking at Wu Zhen and others, Ji Donglai was very angry. When several people from the school saw Ji Donglai, they gave up and got in the car very unhappy.
The car walked along the cement road for more than ten kilometers, and then began to enter the mountainous area. The road became potholed. To put it bluntly, the scenery on both sides of the road was indeed good.
However, there was very little vegetation. After walking along the gravel road for another twenty kilometers, a village gradually appeared in front of us.
(End of chapter)
