After they were completely asleep, Xu Tiejun covered them with towels and blankets.
In the summer on Fuju Island, if the windows are cracked, the sea breeze will leak in from time to time. It is still very cool to sleep at night without turning on the air conditioner.
Close the curtains and exit the room quietly.
"Dad." Xu Suizhu was packing up relatives and friends in the living room. Although the gifts from neighbors were just eggs, duck eggs, brown sugar, white sugar, and Liang cloth, there were so many people giving them that the living room was almost full. Seeing Xu Suizhu
Tie Jun came out of the children's room and asked softly, "Did the children ask you to tell stories again?"
"Well, I've fallen asleep now."
"Then you go to bed quickly." Xu Suizhu walked him to the door of his room and asked casually, "This is a gift from my uncle. What are your plans, Dad?"
"Leave some of the chicken and duck eggs for the children to make snacks, and let your aunt boil the rest into red eggs and share them back."
"Hey!" Xu Suizhu nodded. She thought so too. The Liang cloth can also be used to make shirts and trousers for her father, but chicken and duck eggs are not easy to store. There is no shortage of chicken and duck eggs on the island. It is hot, so they are delivered here at once.
If there is too much, it can’t be consumed. Boil the red eggs and divide them into portions, and everyone will feel a little happy.
"Dad, it's getting late, you should take a rest. After two days of rest, I will take you to familiarize yourself with the resort."
Xu Tiejun had already heard about his daughter's plan from his eldest sister. He pursed his lips and said, "Sui Sui, at your age, it's too late for me to learn anything. Resort management... I can't bear it."
Xu Suizhu was not surprised at all, because in the afternoon, her aunt had already laughed at her father's reaction, and said with a smile: "Dad, don't be stressed, there are other people in charge, just watch it for me! We are the bosses and are responsible for the business."
Accounting, collecting money, and specific management are the employees’ job.”
Xu Tiejun was amused: "Okay, I'll watch it for you. By the way, don't quarrel with Ah Xiao about the small treasury."
Xu Suizhu said: "I didn't argue with him."
"That's good. As long as his heart is towards you, saving some personal money occasionally is not necessarily a bad thing."
Xu Tiejun was afraid that the young couple would be unhappy about this matter, so he gave some advice.
When her father entered the room, Xu Suizhu stopped cleaning up, for fear of making too much noise and disturbing her father to rest.
I turned off the light and returned to my room. As soon as I entered the door, I was hugged by someone.
"Why did you come up so late?"
The deep voice sounded sexy and sultry against her ears.
Xu Suizhu felt the roots of his ears were hot and pushed him: "It's a hot day, don't stick so close to him."
Mr. Lu chuckled softly, still holding her in his arms and not letting go: "If you don't stick closer, how can you satisfy Madam?"
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Xu Suizhu rolled her eyes at him, "Don't think I don't know! Are you trying to change the subject? Are you afraid that I will pursue your little treasury?"
"I wanted to find an opportunity to tell you about that." Lu Chixiao carried her to the bathroom, squeezed out toothpaste for her, put warm water in, untied her hair while she was brushing her teeth, and massaged her scalp while explaining, "Last December, I
Didn't I go to the Haicheng headquarters to report on my work? I met an old classmate and he had a project that sounded good to me. Unfortunately, I was short of funds and my efforts to raise money were met with obstacles. Didn't I just receive a housing allowance at that time? I originally planned to come back.
Just hand it over to your wife. Seeing how pitiful he was, I lent it to him first. Neither of us expected that this project would become popular..."
Xu Suizhu said "oh".
She knew about the housing allowance - the welfare of the director of the Ocean Institute, but where did her family lack housing? Even the wedding house in the county town was idle. So, based on his actual situation, the superiors made up a sum of money in the form of housing allowance at a discount.
.
She thought that the housing allowance was paid to his salary card every month, and she had the salary card in her hand. The family did not lack his money, so she never checked the account.
I didn't expect there to be such an episode.
She glanced at Baozi Daddy in the mirror with a half-smile.
"Ahem." Mr. Lu coughed guiltily, put his arms around her slender waist and said, "Seeing how depressed Xu Cheng was at that time, I borrowed him as soon as my head got hot. I was worried that you wouldn't agree with me afterwards, so I didn't dare to mention it to you.
. I thought that after he got through the crisis and returned the money, I would give it to you. Unexpectedly, the project soared and became popular! Xu Cheng also included the money in the original investment and gave me dividends every year.
I was happy for Xu Cheng when I received the news, so I grunted while drinking with my brother-in-law..."
"What project?" Xu Suizhu asked curiously.
“What’s the ‘Yellow Pages’? Have you heard of it?”
Yellow Pages?
Xu Suizhu was stunned.
Isn’t this one of the earliest Internet companies in China? It’s actually a project launched by Mr. Lu’s classmates?
When I was taking an information technology class at university in my last life, I heard the lecturer mention this company. It was said to be the Internet company recognized in the industry as having "the smallest starting capital", but it had achieved a net profit of no less than five million in just three years. At that time
, definitely the company with the largest return on investment.
After all, this is not the future generation - investment companies can easily start with millions or tens of millions. This was in the mid-1990s - an era when households with ten thousand yuan were still synonymous with being rich in the hearts of ordinary people!
And her father Baozi said: He is a part of this company... No, to be precise, the "minimum starting capital" in the prefix of the definition was paid for by him alone. In other words, father Baozi funded this company.
When Xu Cheng develops technology, they are the only two shareholders. They will share the profit of 5 million in the next three years...
"..."
I didn’t know what to say for a moment!
I think she has been working so hard these years, just to build Fuju Island in a decent way. If she wants to make millions of profits, there is absolutely no chance. But Baozi Daddy can just keep quiet.
What kind of shitty luck did you have to get a million-dollar household?
Lu Chixiao didn't know the child's mother's mental activity at the moment. Seeing her expressionless face, he thought she was angry. He took the towel and diligently wiped the toothpaste from the corner of her mouth while coaxing softly: "I was wrong! I promise I will do it again."
Never borrow money from others on your own initiative."
Xu Suizhu came back to her senses and cleared her throat: "It's not that I won't let you borrow money to help your friends. Please discuss it with me in advance. Can I still disagree?"
"Okay, I will definitely discuss anything with you in the future. Please forgive me this time, okay?"
After saying that, he threw away the towel, lowered his head and kissed the corner of her mouth lightly: "Don't be angry, too much anger will hurt your liver, why don't you hit me a few times?"
Xu Suizhu rolled her eyes at him. But it had no effect. On the contrary, it was more like a charming look.
Lu Chixiao's eyes darkened, he picked her up and stepped into the bathtub.
"Lu Chixiao, what are you doing!"
"Dry!"
"..."
frenzied!
The next day, Teacher Xu, who was fed to the point of being full, woke up late again.
At this time, the difference in physical strength between men and women was revealed - after a night of "fierce fighting", Mr. Lu felt refreshed and came to the beach on time to teach the children a new set of boxing techniques.