Siheyuan, a comfortable life under Zhengyang Gate

In order to ensure the safety of funds and avoid being strangled by others, in 1989, Jiantu Mingkun Investment Group acquired a small bankrupt bank in Hong Kong Island.

Based on this small bank, Fufeng Commercial Bank was established.

The purpose of establishing a bank is naturally to manage the large amount of funds of Jiantu Mingkun Investment Group.

Yang Yukun and his colleagues deposited the dividends from Jiantu Mingkun Investment Group in their own bank.

"One hundred and eighty billion meters of gold."

Hearing that Yang Yukun had shared the huge fortune of 180 billion MiGold, Xu Jingping was stunned again.

Zhiweilou Catering Company has also made a lot of money, and its current annual profit is only in the hundreds of millions.

Hundreds of billions.

Still Mi Jin.

It really surprised her.

"Yes, the money has been transferred to my Fufeng Commercial Bank account. Wife, how do you think we should spend the money?"

"Hu..." Xu Jingping took a deep breath and calmed himself down: "Xiao Kun, how are you going to spend this money?"

“As the saying goes, if you are poor, you can take care of yourself; if you are rich, you can help the world. I don’t have such a broad mind, so I can’t help the world, but it’s okay to do some small things.

I plan to set up a charity foundation and do some small things in education, such as helping primary and secondary school students and college students in poor areas. "

Living a new life, Yang Yukun does not particularly value money, otherwise he would not live with such a nonchalant attitude.

Having made so much money, he still wanted to do something.

He cannot help the whole world, and he does not have such great ambitions, but it is okay for him to do small things within his ability.

He plans to set up a charitable foundation to provide assistance to primary school students, middle school students and college students in poor areas.

Launch a Spring Sprouts Action for poor primary school students, a Spring Breeze Action for poor middle school students, and a Spring Buds Action for poor college students.

It is also possible to establish a scholarship for outstanding college students, a science and technology award for scientific research results, organize various competitions, and so on.

His charitable foundation will not accept donations from other organizations or individuals, and all funds will be injected by himself.

"Comrade Yang Yukun, I support you." After listening to Yang Yukun's plan for the charity foundation, Xu Jingping was very supportive.

"Thank you, wife." Yang Yukun took Xu Jingping into his arms and said, "By the way, wife, is the agricultural development company still short of funds? Do you want me to invest more money in it?"

“Agricultural development companies have no shortage of funds.”

"Tell me if you need money."

"it is good."

The more than 700 million yuan of the Agricultural Development Company has not been spent yet.

At present, the Agricultural Development Company has established three farms of 100,000 mu in Central China, Northeast China and Southwest China, two ranches of 100,000 mu in Inner Mongolia, and a freshwater fish farm of 50,000 mu and a saltwater fish farm of 50,000 mu in Jingchu and Jiangsu and Zhejiang.

Currently, Zhiwei Agricultural Development Company is advancing the second phase plan.

The company's goal is to establish ten farms of one hundred thousand acres, ten fisheries of one hundred thousand acres, and twenty ranches of one hundred thousand acres.

Currently, some of the ingredients used by Zhiweilou Restaurant come from Zhiwei Agricultural Development Company.

In addition to supplying Zhiweilou Restaurant, the surplus ingredients will also be supplied to other restaurants, or processed into food and agricultural products for sale.

The agricultural development company is already on the right track and does not need Yang Yukun to inject any more funds into it.

If he really needed money, Xu Jingping would naturally not be polite to him.

"Dad, Mom, we are back."

"Baby, you're back. Where's Xiaoli?"

"Xiao Li went back to his grandmother's house."

"Little Zongzi, take your brothers and sisters to brush their teeth, wash their faces and feet."

"Dad, you haven't told us stories for a long time. We want to hear your stories."

"Wash yourself first, then daddy will tell you a story."

"okay."

Little Zongzi, Pingping and Little Yumi came back from playing with Black Panther. After the little ones washed up, Yang Yukun told them stories.

Early the next morning.

Yang Yukun, Han Chunming, Yang Huajian and Mao Ditu went to the February Flower Hotel together.

Aofeng stayed at the February Flower Hotel last night, and they came to have breakfast with Aofeng.

Mao Ditu said, "This hotel owned by Uncle Cai and Auntie is really beautiful. It is even more upscale than the Imperial Capital Hotel and is definitely the best in the city."

Yang Huajian said, "The Imperial Capital Hotel has been around for many years, but Uncle Cai and Aunt Cai's hotel only opened in March last year."

"Don't you see who designed and built this hotel for Uncle Cai and Auntie? It was designed and built brick by brick by our company."

The February Flower Hotel was designed by the design department of Han Chunming's Yongjian Real Estate Development Company and built by its subsidiary Yongjian Engineering Construction Company. It took three years to complete.

The entire hotel covers an area of ​​46,000 square meters, with a construction area of ​​190,000 square meters. It is 107 meters high, has 30 floors, 888 guest rooms, 33 restaurants of various sizes, and is equipped with banquet halls, conference halls and other facilities.

Currently in the city of Sijiu, the February Flower Hotel is considered the best in terms of facilities and configuration, a proper five-star hotel. "Old Ao, here." Seeing Ao Feng coming down, Yang Yukun waved at him.

Ao Feng smiled and said, "Good morning, brothers."

"How did you sleep last night?"

"Very peaceful, slept till dawn."

Ao Feng hadn't had a good night's sleep during his time in the Bear Country, but he finally had a good night's sleep last night.

I had a dreamless night and slept very comfortably until dawn. My energy and spirit were restored.

Yang Huajian said, "Lao Ao, what do you want to eat? I'll treat you."

"Let's go to Sister Hou's place to eat noodles with soybean paste?"

"Walk."

The group of five went straight to the Xidan headquarters of the old capital's number one noodle restaurant. After breakfast, four of them sent Ao Feng to the airport and took Yang Yukun's private plane back to Hong Kong Island. The route had already been applied for in advance.

"Xiao Kun, your private jet is really nice." Looking at the Il-96 private jet flying into the sky, Mao Tutu said, "I want to get one too."

"Go ahead. You guys are not short of money. Let alone one private jet, even ten can be no problem."

They had just divided up 180 billion MiGold. With the wealth of Han Chunming, Yang Huajian, and Mao Ditu, they could easily afford ten or a hundred private jets, let alone one.

"Then build one. Please help me contact Lao Ba and I will design the interior according to yours."

"Okay, Brother Xiaowu, Brother Jian, how about you guys, do you want to have a fight?"

"A whole rack."

"You all have done it. If I don't do it, it would seem that I'm not sociable. Oh, and give Lao Ao a fight, too. I'll pay for it."

"Okay, I'll contact Lao Ba later and ask him to modify the plane as soon as possible."

"Brothers, shall we retreat?"

"Where are we going to go shopping?"

"Let's go ice skating in Beihai Park."

"Walk."

After seeing Ao Feng off, Yang Yukun, Han Chunming, Yang Huajian and Mao Ditu went for a stroll in Beihai Park, and then went home after lunch.

"Wow, it's so lively. The 15th, the 10th, Xiao Wenzi, Feifei, Mengmeng, you are all here."

"Uncle Kun!"

"Uncle Kun, long time no see!"

"Uncle Kun!"

“Uncle Xiaokun…!”

When Yang Yukun came back, a group of little kids were playing in the yard.

In addition to Feifei and the other little guys, there were other little guys in the alley, about twenty or thirty of them, big and small.

"Little Zongzi, where's your mother?"

"Mom is in the study."

"Okay, you guys continue playing." Yang Yukun came to the study and said to Xu Jingping who was playing on the computer, "Wife, you are practicing typing again."

"Yeah, I'm not very familiar with it yet."

"Take your time, don't rush, it's already going pretty fast."

The computer was bought last year.

In addition to this home computer, Zhiweilou Catering Company and Zhiwei Wine Company were also equipped with computers, gradually realizing computerized office work.

However, there is not much to do with computers nowadays, so Xu Jingping only uses them to practice Wubi when he has nothing to do.

"Xiao Kun, let's go see Master Peng later. Master Peng hasn't been feeling well lately."

"what happened?"

"He's old, Master Peng said he plans to retire."

"Let's go then."

Yang Yukun took a few jars of wine and some fruits and went to Peng Changhai's house with Xu Jingping.

Compared with before, Peng Changhai has lost a lot of weight, but he is still in good spirits.

"Xiaokun, Jingping, have some tea."

"Thank you, Master Peng."

"I really can't do this any longer. I hope Director Xu and Director Yang can approve my retirement."

"Master Peng, we have approved your request. When we resume work after the New Year, we will hold a retirement ceremony for you, Master Cui, and Master Wu."

Yang Yukun and Xu Jingping agreed to Peng Changhai's retirement application, allowing the old man to return home to enjoy his retirement. (End of this chapter)