After Qinglan and Liang Ye were on the phone, they began to search for information about the northwest part of Beiyue.

Most of the photos popped up are from left-behind elderly and children. The pair of weathered and ignorant eyes, one old and one young, form the most vivid contrast.

Qinglan's heart was very touched.

In the dilapidated courtyard, a few branches were inserted into the ground and surrounded by random fences.

Maybe there is a dog, but it is very thin.

A house made of a dry well and very dilapidated soil cannot even afford red bricks and cement.

There are basically no objects in the room except for the bed and a pot.

Even, there is no electricity, no electrical appliances, no water, no faucets, etc.

In the early days of Emperor Jeb, Ningguo had bid farewell to such a poor and backward period across the country. Ningguo now has left-behind children, but their families are not as barely as they are so miserable! At most, they went to large places from small places to seek better development, that's all!

Beiyue seems to be fifty years behind Ningguo, and it may be more than 10%!

Looking at those pairs of expectant eyes, it seemed that the wish in their hearts was a family reunion.

Qinglan is destined to go to business in this life, but he is also the child of Emperor Linglie. He does not have to be as obsessed with the world as Qingming, but at least he still needs to have compassion for the people of the world.

Liang Ye also thought the plan proposed by Qingya was feasible, so he called Feng Xuan out of the room and prepared to sign the contract.

Wushuang woke up in a daze.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Qinglan sitting next to her.

He was holding a spoon in his hand and was stirring up the heat in the soup.

This is a soup specially cooked in the kitchen to help her heal her wounds.

Qinglan smiled, put the bowl on the bedside table and carefully helped her up: "Does your arm still hurt?"

Wushuang had a pale little face and nodded: "It hurts a little."

She looked at him with a little nervous look and said, "Didn't it be said that Prince Beiyue was also shot to death by an arrow? That day... at that time, I deliberately became a Qingya Empress. Will she... Will she kill her brother and come to kill me again?"

Qinglan was stunned, and a handsome face flashed through her mind, saying, "It shouldn't be. Don't think about it, drink some soup first."

"Why can't it?" Wushuang leaned back with the quilt and said in a scared look: "You forgot, if Brother Jieying hadn't reminded me, I'd been dead! I've picked up my life!"

"No!" Qinglan immediately held her hand and said, "Don't say anything unlucky! I chased to the hospital today and saw you in the operating room. I was scared to death! What has not happened will not come true. Similarly, don't say anything without evidence. You will find out."

Wushuang lowered her eyes and stopped talking.

Qinglan picked up the soup and fed her a spoonful of spoonfuls: "Be good, drink some."

Wushuang drank it.

After feeding a bowl, Feng Xuan brought the meal in time, and placed the bed table in front of Wushuang, and arranged four dishes and one soup. Qinglan and Wushuang sat together, eating and chatting, and the topics they talked about were almost all about the school.

Because there are not many common topics between them, the only thing that resonates is to study in the same university.

However, Qinglan likes this atmosphere very much. The topic involves pure and beautiful content, without conspiracy, only within the ivory tower.

At around 2 o'clock in the afternoon, Feng Xuan knocked on the door: "Mr. Lan, you're going to work."

Qinglan nodded: "Okay!"

He asked Wushuang to sleep first, but Wushuang couldn't sleep and said, "I'll watch TV."

She took painkillers, so she took them half an hour after the meal. It didn't hurt anymore and her complexion was all gone.

Qinglan helped her turn on the TV, stuffed the remote control into her palm, and said, "If you have something to do, I'll be outside."

Wushuang nodded: "Okay."

After returning to the study outside, Feng Xuan handed over a contract and said, "I have strictly formulated the cooperation agreement according to Empress Qingya's wishes, and handed it over to Lingyun International's legal affairs to see it. I have confirmed that there is no problem. Can I sign the contract?"

According to Lingyun International's latest shareholder meeting regulations, if the investment in the project is less than 50 million yuan, the leader above the administrative department will sign it together to pass the case; if the investment in the project is less than 100 million yuan, the chairman needs to personally approve the case; if the investment in the project is more than 100 million yuan, the board of directors must hold a voting to decide whether to pass the case.

When Qingya was creating this project, she had already calculated the specific number of jobs, salary, and budget expenses for factories, building materials, etc.

She is doing things more meticulously now. Maybe she is growing up, but she still missed a training fee.

Not everyone can start working directly after going there. This cost requires Qinglan to pay, but compared with the benefits after tax exemption, it can be almost negligible.

The total cost budget is 80 million.

Qinglan is the chairman and Feng Xuan is the CEO. The weight of the two is enough to pass the case.

Qinglan took a closer look, signed with a big pen, and then faxed it to Qingya. Qingya immediately signed it after receiving the call, and returned the fax to Qinglan.

The two don't have to meet, the contract is completed.

In fact, Qinglan has been doing things that touched Qingya throughout her life. For example, in this contract, Qinglan noted the training fee, and he also wanted to build employee dormitories, canteens, and school for employees of the factory.

Although Qingya signed it quickly and there was no extra word between them, she couldn't help crying when she saw such a heartwarming contract.

In the evening, when Feng Xuan called Zhuoran to report, he said that Ling Lie, who didn't want to hear the news about Qingya, still asked Zhuoran to turn on the speaker of his phone.

Feng Xuan sighed on the phone: "The Second Prince is becoming more and more generous in his work! He is becoming more and more stylish! I feel deeply!"

Ling Lie smiled with relief. Although this case was completed by Qinglan and Qingya, it also proved from another aspect that Qinglan is not an emotional person. On the contrary, he is very responsible, very righteous, and very sympathetic.

Ling Lie felt that Qinglan started quite late because he was sensible later than his two brothers. However, after a few years of hard work, he would definitely not be much worse than Qingrong them. It was just that their respective development stages were different.

In late September, Wushuang's arms were almost done.

Qinglan smiled and said to her: "I want to go on a business trip, so I can't take you. The queen is back. You can stay at home, okay?"

Wushuang looked at him in surprise: "Why can't you take me with you on a business trip?"
Chapter completed!