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Chapter 161 0158 [Arrangements Must Also Be Made for the Hometown] (Bonus Chapter for Alliance Leader Kevin Daoren)

My cousin Feng Tao's computer sales and repair business is now thriving.

Compared to when Chen Guiliang brought Bian Guanyue to repair his computer, the business volume has increased by at least 60%.

With economic development, more people are buying computers!

After a long day of work, Feng Tao had just returned home when he received a call from Chen Guiliang.

His wife was cooking in the kitchen, his son was playing with toys on the coffee table, and Feng Tao was lying on the sofa with great satisfaction, making a phone call: "Hey, you high achiever, what made you think of calling me?"

"I was just missing my uncle," Chen Guiliang said with a smile. "How's business at the shop?"

Feng Tao said with a hint of boasting, "Not bad. Doesn't Brother Gang own 80% of the computer shop? He told me to make money and gradually buy back the shares, and I've already bought back 35%. Including my original 20%, I now own 55% of the shop. Hehe, the largest shareholder!"

"congratulations."

Chen Guiliang chatted for a few more minutes: "Uncle, could you please buy a cell phone for me tomorrow and deliver it to my house for my dad?"

“No problem, your dad should get a cell phone,” Feng Tao said.

Chen Guiliang said, "You know I run a company, and this time I've secured some investment. I'm worried that if the news gets back, someone might try to take advantage of it. So, I need to discuss it with my dad."

"How much investment is it?" Feng Tao asked.

Chen Guiliang said, "You should already be able to see the news on online channels like Sina Finance and Sohu Finance. It's hard to explain in a few words, Uncle, you'll understand if you go and watch the news."

After ending the call, Feng Tao took his son to the study and turned on the computer.

A few minutes later, Lin Chunhong brought the dishes to the table: "Dinner's ready."

"Okay, right away," came a perfunctory voice from the study.

Lin Chunhong walked in: "Come on in, have some food before you play on the computer."

Feng Tao pointed to the news on Sina Finance Channel: "Come and take a look."

Lin Chunhong read the news carefully, and looking at Chen Guiliang's photo on the screen, she felt dizzy: "He's a billionaire now?"

"I'm a little confused too," Feng Tao said.

Lin Chunhong knew that Chen Guiliang was in business, and she was also a loyal user of the Youke Interactive Game platform—busy stealing vegetables every day!

After calming down a bit, Lin Chunhong said, "Why don't we borrow some money from him and buy all the shares in the computer shop?"

Feng Tao thought about it seriously: "There's no need. Brother Gang didn't pressure us. They just got the investment, and we're already rushing to borrow money? What kind of logic is that?"

“He’s already a billionaire, he doesn’t need those few,” Lin Chunhong said.

Feng Tao's expression was displeased: "This has nothing to do with how much money he has. Even if he becomes a billionaire, that money doesn't come from thin air."

Lin Chunhong pointed at the computer: "The news said it was venture capital. Venture capital, venture capital, isn't that just money blown in by the wind?"

"That's called venture capital, not some windfall investment!" Feng Tao felt his wife was being a bit unreasonable.

Lin Chunhong was also a little unhappy. She went to the living room to eat alone, muttering to herself, "If you don't want to lend it, then don't. You're just being stubborn and suffering for it. I cooked eggs for your nephew when he went to participate in the essay competition and when he went to study at Peking University."

Chen Guiliang made a fortune, but the couple had a falling out.

The next day.

Feng Tao went to his shop and asked his apprentice to mind the shop and run the business, while he went to buy a mobile phone at a shop on the same floor.

He then went to get a SIM card and prepaid for the phone credit, and then rode his motorcycle to deliver it to the countryside.

Chen Xinghua and Yao Lan are harvesting wheat in the field, and they will finish harvesting all the wheat today.

When Feng Tao arrived, only his grandmother was at home, threshing the freshly harvested wheat with a flail.

"Auntie, are you threshing wheat?" Feng Tao called out.

Grandma was very happy to see him and quickly went back into the house to pour some hot water.

Feng Tao asked, "Where are my brother and sister-in-law?"

Grandma said, "The wheat harvester will be back soon."

Feng Tao was sitting on a small stool when a black and white cat pounced on him, scratched his trouser leg a few times, and then quickly ran away. Seeing that Feng Tao didn't react, the cat mischievously came over to cause trouble again.

"Go and go..."

Feng Tao kicked the cat away, took a sip of water, put it back in the main room, and then picked up a flail to help thresh the wheat.

Grandma ran to the kitchen to find a knife to kill the chicken.

"Auntie, I'm not eating, I need to go back to the shop to do business!" Feng Tao quickly stopped her when he heard the rooster crowing.

Grandma said, "These past few days have been tiring work. Even if you hadn't come, I would still have killed the chicken."

Feng Tao hesitated for a moment, then called his apprentice: "It's time for you to graduate. You're in charge of the shop's business today. I estimate you won't be back until the afternoon."

After hanging up the phone, he went to harvest wheat.

After working for about half an hour, Chen Xinghua carried a load of freshly harvested wheat home—he harvested it along with the stalks, which could be used as firewood.

"cousin!"

Feng Tao put down the flail and handed the phone box to Chen Xinghua: "Your son bought this. He wants you to call him."

"Thank you for your help. Have lunch before you leave, I'll go buy a few bottles of beer," Chen Xinghua said, trying to persuade his guest to stay.

Feng Tao stopped him: "Wait, call Guiliang first, he has something to tell you."

Chen Xinghua remembered his son's number and immediately dialed it from the courtyard: "Liangliang, what's up?" Chen Guiliang said: "Dad, the newspapers are saying I've become a millionaire, and it'll probably reach the village in a few days. I've transferred some money to your card. Donate a computer and a printer to the town police station. Ask your uncle to buy them for you; he knows the prices, and you can just get the computer from his shop."

"I'm tall and strong, why would I need the police station to protect me?" Chen Xinghua said with amusement.

Chen Guiliang said, “It’s not just the police station. You also need to talk to the cadres in the town and villages. Tell them that my business is just starting out and I can’t spend the investment I’ve received recklessly, because some investment institutions have sent people to keep an eye on it. Promise them that I will donate money to repair the village road next year and donate money to the town the year after.”

Chen Xinghua finally realized something was wrong: "How much money do you actually have?"

“It’s over 100 million on paper, but it’s all fictitious,” Chen Guiliang said. “This time, I asked you to donate computers and printers to the police station, and the money came from my royalties. You must explain to those officials that I don’t have much money right now, and investment funds cannot be used recklessly.”

Chen Xinghua looked at Feng Tao: "He said over one hundred million?"

"Mm." Feng Tao nodded.

Chen Xinghua didn't react emotionally, but his mind was blank, as if he had temporarily lost the ability to think.

Seeing that his father remained silent for a long time, Chen Guiliang said, "Dad, give the phone to your cousin."

Chen Xinghua instinctively handed over his phone.

Chen Guiliang said, "Uncle, go inside and get paper and pen. Write down what I say."

"it is good."

"First, no matter who I meet, I always say I don't have much money. I can't squander the money that investment institutions give me; all valuations are just empty words."

"Secondly, I'll donate a computer and printer to the police station, saying I bought them with my writing fees. The reason I'm donating them is because of what happened to me in junior high school. I'm thanking the police officers for bringing the bad guy to justice!"

"Third, I'll try to get to know the town and village officials. I'll tell them that my company is just starting out and doesn't have much money yet. Once I make money next year, I'll donate to pave the village roads with cement. And when I make even more money, I'll donate to the town the year after."

"Fourth, buy some meat for my second uncle and the neighbors, and some toys and snacks for their children. Don't just buy them once; visit them often and give them small favors. If anything happens, the neighbors will help you out."

"Fifth, I also want to tell my maternal grandparents to be more generous and to give small gifts to the neighbors more often. I want my dad to take three thousand yuan from his card and give it to my maternal grandparents. Don't give them too much, or it will attract thieves."

"Sixth, if anyone asks for money, use the same excuse. If they really can't make ends meet, you can lend them less than 2000 yuan. But never lend more than that, or it will never end."

"Seventh, give all the interest to those creditors from before. Tell them that you were sorry before, that you only paid back the principal and didn't pay the interest enough. Also, keep in touch with them regularly, and they will help you if you need anything."

After carefully taking notes, Feng Tao smiled and said, "Not bad, you've thought of everything. I didn't even consider these things."

Chen Guiliang made grand promises to his uncle: "You must keep your computer shop open. Next year, I'll donate some more computers to my junior high and high school. They'll all be sourced from your shop!"

"Haha, then you're one of my biggest clients!" Feng Tao was overjoyed.

The two cousins ​​picked up their carrying poles and went to the field, walking up and down the slopes for more than ten minutes.

Yao Lan was still there harvesting wheat.

At this moment, Chen Xinghua's mind was clear, and he said to his wife, "Our son is rich, more than 100 million... Don't get excited, it's all hype, we don't actually have that much money."

Chen Xinghua couldn't explain it either, so Feng Tao stood beside him and helped explain.

"Really?"

Yao Lan only said those two words, holding a sickle with a big smile on her face.

The three of them worked together to harvest the wheat in the field, and then carried it home on a carrying pole.

Grandma had already prepared the meal: a chicken soup, a plate of spicy chicken, a plate of pickled chicken giblets, and a plate of stir-fried water spinach.

Upon hearing that Chen Guiliang had become a millionaire, Grandma was the most composed: "It's good that he's successful."

That afternoon, Chen Xinghua followed Feng Tao into the city.

After getting a computer from Feng Tao's shop, they asked Feng Tao to take them to buy a printer, and then headed straight to the town's police station.

The director from back then was promoted and transferred last year, while the deputy director remained in the same position.

The new director was parachuted in. When he heard that someone had come to donate computers and printers, he was both happy and confused: "Old Li, what's going on?"

Old Li, the former deputy director, said: "Back in Yaojia Township, a junior high school student acted in self-defense and injured several thugs. We arrested them and uncovered other cases during the interrogation. His parents weren't around at the time, but they've come back to express their gratitude. That junior high school student got into Peking University last year!"

"Oh, I see."

The director walked out in a good mood.

The entire police station only had one broken computer, which nobody knows which unit discarded it from. There wasn't even a printer.

I usually do manual work.

Now that someone has delivered brand new computers and printers, it's no wonder the director is happy.

However, you can't just accept gifts; you have to report to your superiors first.

The day after the news appeared in the Xihua City Daily, city leaders reacted, and even summoned the cadre in charge of publicity, saying: "Our city has produced such a talent, we should publicize it well. What is the Daily doing? And the education department should also organize an activity to learn from the advanced."

Chen Guiliang's stepfather's relatives from the city came to visit the village one after another. No one asked for money, but they were all very hospitable.

Chen Xinghua and Yao Lan were flattered every day, and they were so pleased with themselves that they felt like they were floating on air.

The county's No. 2 Middle School is also extremely busy.

The Municipal Education Bureau organized leaders from all high schools in the city to visit and learn from the advanced experience of the No. 2 Middle School in the county.

Chen Guiliang's "Those Things of the Ming Dynasty" has finally been placed in the display case of the library, alongside "The Thick Black Theory" and "City of Fantasy".

His photo was also posted in the list of notable alumni...

(End of this chapter)