After watching the game, Wei Shen and the others all returned to China.
Jiang Siming continued to stay in Paris and spent several days with his wives in Paris before finally boarding his own private jet and flying back to China.
This private jet had been parked at the Paris airport for more than half a month without moving. The airport staff almost thought it was a model...
On the plane, Jiang Siming took the time to look at the 100 herbs planted in Qiankun Ring yesterday and found that the herbs planted yesterday had sprouted today.
Some even grow quickly and have already sprouted seedlings.
So fast!
It is indeed a spiritual soil, and the speed is several times faster than using the plant acceleration pill!
After returning home, Jiang Siming drove the poisonous vehicle stored on the plane into the garage.
These are his 'trophies', as well as the extended Lincoln.
The garage at home is very large, so you don’t have to worry about too many cars.
The wives each have a luxury car parked inside.
In addition to displaying his trophies, Jiang Siming also went to the alchemy room.
In the past few days, this robot has been making elixirs for itself.
In a few days, Jiang Siming harvested a lot of elixirs. There were blue fragments in the past, and he refined a few of them.
As for the depression recovery pills, Jiang Siming was afraid that Xia Ran's condition was unstable, so he took the pills and drove to Heng'ai as soon as possible.
After returning home, there were actually quite a lot of things to do, and Jiang Siming was not idle.
When I came to Heng'ai, I discovered that this girl Xia Ran had already become involved with the nurses and sisters there.
With their careful care, Xia Ran is in a very good mood recently.
Moreover, her parents also visited her and found that their daughter was living in such a good hospital. After staying there for two days, the parents felt relieved to go back to work.
In the high-end ward, Xia Ran was immersed in the desk, crackling code on a laptop.
Jiang Siming walked over quietly without disturbing her.
Xia Ran didn't notice Jiang Siming coming in, and was still typing.
Xia Ran's typing speed is very fast and she looks like she is writing a novel. The ORD file is densely packed with words.
Jiang Siming took the time to look at the statistics below, but he didn't expect that there were more than 1.8 million words.
It seems that this girl really likes writing novels.
The key is, Jiang Siming discovered that this girl was still writing... fantasy novels!
I'll go, okay.
Jiang Siming glanced at the title of the novel, and then asked Xiaoxian to search it.
Xiaoxian told him that this book was uploaded on Zongheng.com, ranked in the top ten, and had many fans.
This really impressed Jiang Siming. He didn't expect girls to write fantasy novels.
"Xia Ran."
Seeing that she was writing very seriously, Jiang Siming had no choice but to call her out.
"ah!"
Xia Ran was startled, and when she looked back, it was Jiang Siming.
"Myojin brother!"
Xia Ran stood up in surprise.
Jiang Siming smiled and said, "How about it? Are you still used to living in the hospital?"
"Yeah, the people here are very nice to me, but I still don't want to stay in the hospital...it makes me feel like a patient."
Xia Ran still hopes to get rid of the disease.
Jiang Siming smiled and said: "I came back this time to solve this matter for you."
An hour later, Xia Ran came out of the high-end ward of the hospital and temporarily checked into Jiang Siming's Fuding Hotel, the presidential suite exclusively for him.
Xia Ran told her family that she had recovered from her illness, but she wanted to work in Shanghai for a while and write a book.
Xia Ran's parents were worried that their daughter would be prone to relapse at home, but she recovered after only staying in Shanghai for a few days, so they naturally agreed happily.
In the suite.
"Xia Ran, I remember you are only 17 years old. Have you ever thought about studying again?"
Jiang Siming asked her.
After all, Xia Ran is only 17 years old, and like a normal child, she should be in her second year of high school.
Xia Ran answered seriously: "Brother Mingshen, I don't have much interest in studies. I want to work early to reduce the burden on my family. Besides, I like writing novels. I love this industry."
Jiang Siming did not agree with her view.
You can write novels and make money, but you also need to read books.
"Xia Ran, how are you doing with your high school knowledge?"
"I have finished studying. During the year I took a break from school, I have already learned all the high school knowledge by myself. I have also done the school test papers."
"Oh? What result?"
"Top ten in the school."
Jiang Siming nodded when he heard this. It seemed that Xia Ran was also a top student.
Otherwise, you can take a year off and still get into the top ten in the school, which is impossible for ordinary people to do.
Jiang Siming thought for a while and then said: "Well, Xia Ran, I think you should continue to study. I'm not interested in what kind of diploma you get. I just want you to be well-educated and accepted by the university.
Education, because I think if I don’t advise you like this, you will definitely regret it in the future.”
Xia Ran obviously listened to Jiang Siming the most. When she heard Jiang Siming persuade her to go to college, she decisively changed her mind.
"Okay, Brother Mingshen, I am willing to go to college."
"Okay, now that you've finished high school, you don't need to take the college entrance examination. I'd like to see if you can contact a university in Shanghai and ask the teachers there to give you questions. If you pass, you might be able to be admitted under special conditions."
Jiang Siming very considerately arranged her study path for Xia Ran.
Xia Ran was so moved that she started to cry. Jiang Siming comforted her and stabilized her mood.
"Okay, you stay here temporarily. Tomorrow I will send you high school textbooks and other materials. You can review them. Then I will find a university for you."
After Jiang Siming finished explaining, he left the hotel.
With his energy, it shouldn't be difficult to get out of a university and use the back door.
Besides, it's not like he used the back door. The teacher can evaluate her. If Xia Ran satisfies them, they themselves will also want Xia Ran to study in their university.
Jiang Siming is considering which school to attend: Fuzhou University? Jiaotong University? University of Finance and Economics, or Central South University.
There are so many good universities in Shanghai that Jiang Siming really didn’t know who to choose.
After thinking about it for a long time, he still had no idea. Just when Jiang Siming wanted to find someone to try first.
A phone call made Jiang Siming happy.
This call came from his former university tutor, Zhang Qiulan.
Zhang Qiulan has been Jiang Siming's class teacher for four years, although the relationship between teachers and students in college was a little weaker than in high school and junior high school.
However, Zhang Qiulan has always been kind to Jiang Siming, and Jiang Siming will always remember her.
Zhang Qiulan called Jiang Siming. The two exchanged greetings for a few words, and then Zhang Qiulan told Jiang Siming.
Fudan University will celebrate its 100th anniversary in a few days. The school leaders would like to invite Jiang Siming to come to the school to give a speech.
After all, Jiang Siming is now the most proud student of Fudan University.
Just a few years after graduation, he became the richest man in Asia, with a legendary status.
This is enough for Fudan University to want to invite Jiang Siming as a guest.
Moreover, Jiang Siming has an appetite for young students. If he comes, then Fudan University’s anniversary party will be much more lively.
Jiang Siming didn't have the chance to speak, so of course he agreed and explained his situation to Zhang Qiulan.
When Zhang Qiulan heard this, she agreed directly without reporting it to the school leaders.
[Author's digression]: Chapter 3 ~ There is one more chapter ~ coming soon. I have something to do today, so I didn't go home until now to update. (To be continued)