Rebirth: Starting from a Trainee Teacher

Chapter 627 Wishing Uncle Zhou Jing a Million-Dollar Annual Profit

"Pick two for Zhou Zhou."

After the dumplings were cooked, Gu Jia picked two for the child and asked Zhou Jing to pick two.

Zhou Jing poked the dumplings on the plate one by one, and found a dumpling wrapped with a coin and put it into the child's bowl. Today's task was half completed.

"Dad gave you his luck. You must study hard in the future and don't let your dad down."

Gu Jia mashed the dumplings for the child, took out the coin and let the child look at it, then put it on the table, mixed the dumpling skin and stuffing together and fed the child.

“Are the dumplings delicious?”

Zhou Jing held the child in his arms, ate a dumpling himself and fed the child a bite.

"Good luck~"

The little girl smacked her lips and said happily.

"If it tastes good, eat more."

Gu Jia scratched the child's face with his fingers and said.

"Jia Jia eats what's on this plate. There should be more coins to be fished out from the back."

Wu Suqin said to Gu Jia.

"I gave mine to Zhou Jing, and Zhou Jing also wants to eat two coins."

A total of seven coins were wrapped and there were more than two hundred dumplings. Homemade dumplings were big, and Gu Jia could only eat sixteen or seventeen at most. The probability of eating a coin was too small, so she gave up directly.

“The task is too heavy.”

Zhou Jing first had to eat the dumplings that he had poked in order to find coins for his children.

"Jin, don't eat these."

The old lady put the dumplings punctured by her eldest grandson into her own bowl and ate them slowly.

"Mom~"

The child shouted and opened his mouth wide.

Gu Jia picked up some dumpling stuffing and fed it to the child, saying, "It tastes so good."

"Mine is out, you can eat yours yourself!"

Zhou Jing spat out a coin from his mouth and said.

"You're in luck."

Gu Jia said with a smile.

"Jia Jia, see if you have this."

Wu Suqin pointed to a plump dumpling and said.

Gu Jia picked up a piece and took a bite but there was no coin. However, when she had eaten fifteen pieces, she found a coin.

The old man and Wu Suqin also ate one each, leaving the last two. Zhou Jing ate one more. There were seven coins in total, and Zhou Jing's family of three ate four.

"Jing is so lucky."

The old lady said with a kind smile.

"I'm full. Are you full after eating Zhouzhou?"

Zhou Jing had a good start on the first day of the new year, and he felt more relaxed. He hoped that good luck could help him successfully resolve the difficulties in the Shura Field.

"I'm full~"

The little girl had milk and pumpkin in the morning and four dumplings at noon. Her belly was round at this time.

"After eating, sit down and bask in the sun for a while."

Gu Jia was also full and put the child in front of the glass. The weather was clear and the house was located in a sunny position. The weather had begun to warm up in February of the Gregorian calendar. The sunlight shone through the glass onto the kang, making it warm and comfortable.

"Dad~ look at Dudu~"

Thinking of the rabbit, the little girl grabbed Zhou Jing and said.

"The rabbit is eating now. Can you wait until it finishes eating before going to see it?"

Zhou Jing leaned on the quilt, holding one of the child's feet and kneading it.

"Hmm~"

The little girl picked up a doll that could play nursery rhymes and pressed the switch. The doll started playing "Little Donkey"

"Did you eat forty?"

Gu Jia touched the boy's belly and asked.

"almost."

Zhou Jing's appetite is about forty dumplings.

"Dad~qiuqiu~"

Hearing the birds chirping outside, the little girl pointed at the birds on the corn rack and muttered.

"It's a little bird. Get rid of it and don't let it eat the corn in my house," the dragon roared.

Zhou Jing picked up the child and looked at him.

"roar~"

The little girl waved her hands and yelled in a baby voice.

"The little bird is not afraid of Zhou Zhou."

Gu Jia touched the bun on the child's head and said.

After lunch on the first day of the Lunar New Year, it is time to visit relatives and friends and wish them a happy new year. At eleven or twelve o'clock in the afternoon, the neighbors have all eaten. Some gather on the street to chat, those who don't like socializing stay at home watching TV, and some arrange to play cards with their friends.

After lying down for a while, Zhou Jing took the child to see the rabbits. The weather was good, so Zhou Jing put the rabbit cage outside at the foot of the wall to bask in the sun and found a carrot to put in it.

"Dudu qilubo~"

The little girl squatted on the ground and poked the rabbit's ears with her fingers.

"We looked at it and didn't dare to eat it, so we went to look at the dog."

Zhou Jing picked up the child and went to the yard. Gouzi was eating dumplings. With better conditions, Gouzi could also improve his diet during festivals. Usually, Gouzi ate with the old man and the old woman, and the leftover food was fed to the dog.

"Wangwang~"

The little girl looked at Dahuang and shouted.

The dog ate while wagging its tail.

"Ask the dog dad if he will be prosperous this year?"

Zhou Jing kissed the child's head and said.

"Wangwang~Dad~Wangmuwang?"

The little girl shouted at the dog, but the dog was busy eating and didn't shout.

"I'm so sorry, am I going to be prosperous this year?"

Gu Jia came over and said.

"A local dog won't bark at its owner."

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At this time, it was very lively outside Zhou Jing's courtyard wall. Several children from the neighborhood were moving the fireworks box that Zhou Jing had set off last night.

"Suiko, bring one here for dad to sit on."

"Move a few more here."

People chatting on the street had no place to sit, so they moved the fireworks boxes to sit there.

"Did neighbors with children give each other red envelopes during the Chinese New Year in the past?"

Hearing that there were many children outside, Gu Jia packed some more red envelopes with 200 yuan each, and then took a stack and put it in Zhou Jing's pocket. It was New Year's Day, and it seemed unkind of Zhou Jing, the big boss, not to give red envelopes to the neighbor's children.

"No, I only give it to relatives and friends. It's not a red envelope, it's just direct money."

Zhou Jing gave the child to Gu Jia and went to the street outside the yard and gave each of the six or seven children a red envelope. Some of them accepted it directly, while others looked at their parents.

"Take it and wish your uncle Zhou Jing a happy new year."

"Stand up straight and wish your Uncle Zhou Jing a happy new year one by one. Don't repeat yourself. If you do, your red envelope will be confiscated."

"Happy New Year to Uncle Zhou Jing, and I'll give you an extra red envelope."

They were all acquaintances and neighbors, and Zhou Xing proposed it to the children, and the others followed suit.

"I'll go first and wish Uncle good health and everything goes well. Tuantuan wishes Uncle good work and all his wishes come true."

"Uncle is in good health and may all his wishes come true."

Zhou Xing’s eldest daughter was the first to wish the New Year, and then asked her younger brother to wish the same.

“I wish you all the best.”

Having talked so much about it, it would be unreasonable for Zhou Jing not to add a red envelope. He had enough red envelopes in his pocket, so he gave one each to Zhou Xing's daughter and son.

"Thank you uncle."

The two children happily accepted the red envelopes.

"I wish my uncle a happy new year and good luck."

"I wish uncle good health"

"I've already mentioned good health."

"I wish my uncle lots of money."

The other children rushed to speak, and the slow-talking child didn't know what to say for a moment, so he remembered to look to his parents for help.

"I wish my uncle could earn a million dollars a year."

"That's very good, don't say it next time."

Zhou Jing smiled and touched the boy's head and said.

"You are not blessing me, you are cursing your Uncle Zhou Jing. His annual income of one million is too little, to put it bluntly." "Your Uncle Zhou Jing's company will go bankrupt even if he earns one million a year."

"I wish my uncle earns tens of millions a year."

Another girl rushed to speak.

"Ten million is less."

"What's next?"

Zhou Jing touched the girl's head and said.

"100 million."

"What about behind?"

"A billion."

"Where's the next one?"

"Ten billion."

"Next one."

"Hundreds of billions."

"Do you know what to say?"

"I wish my uncle to earn 100 billion yuan a year."

"That's pretty much it."

Zhou Jing gave the girl another red envelope, and then gave one to the boy who wished him an annual income of one million yuan. There were seven children on the street, and each child had two red envelopes, so the fourteen red envelopes were less than three thousand yuan.

When they heard that the rich uncle on the street was handing out red envelopes, the children in the houses came out, and none of them were left out as long as Zhou Jing was present.

"Did Zhou Jing's company make a profit of 100 billion last year?"

Zhou Long, Zhou Jing's childhood playmate, said.

"No, the total amount of the companies is about 70 billion, and the company's expenses are also high."

Zhou Jing shook his head and said.

"That's an astronomical figure. It looks like we can easily reach hundreds of billions this year."

When people on the street heard Zhou Jing admit the figure of more than 70 billion, they were stunned. They could hardly imagine what 70 billion meant. If they piled it up, it would be a mountain of gold and silver.

"We can't make it. We may not be able to surpass last year. We have increased the research and development budget this year."

Zhou Jing didn't want to brag, but it would be impossible to achieve an annual net profit of over 100 billion in the next few years.

“How much did you invest in R&D last year?”

"More than 10 billion."

“How much do you plan to invest this year?”

"More than thirty billion."

"Technology companies are good at making money but also good at spending money. How is R&D investment calculated? Is it included in the cost?"

"It's definitely included in the cost. All the company's expenses are included in the cost."

Before Zhou Jing could answer, someone else answered on his behalf.

"Was Zhou Jing nervous when he shook hands with *** at the meeting at the Great Hall of the People last year?"

"I'm a little nervous." Zhou Jing looked around at the jujube trees and said, "I invested in a red date processing factory in Yu City and it will start operating this fall. I can manage the jujube trees. It's best to apply pesticides once or twice when they are prone to insects."

"It would be nice to have a date factory. How much is the price for the dates?"

What they care about most is money. If the price of dates is very low, there is no need to grow date trees.

"Fresh dates are about 2.5 yuan."

After the factory is built, Zhou Jing will have the final say on the price of dates. If Zhou Jing says ten yuan per catty, the factory will have to charge ten yuan per catty.

"This is great. If you charge this high of a price for fresh dates, you will definitely lose money."

"I don't plan to make money from this. This factory is a rural poverty alleviation project with the city. The city provides policy support and my company provides funding. The quality of the dates is good and the price will go up. The money earned by the company will also be used for poverty alleviation."

Zhou Jing originally planned to lose money when investing in the red dates processing factory. Even if he charged three yuan per pound of dates, plus the shrinkage and processing costs, he would lose five yuan per pound. Two to three million yuan a year would be enough to lose money. This way, the money could actually be given to the villagers. Zhou Jing could not think of a better poverty alleviation project than this.

It is easier to just give money directly. Zhou Jing thinks that giving money directly is not reasonable. It is thankless work on the one hand, and people should still be rewarded through their labor.

"That's great. This is a project that will really enrich farmers."

"The day before yesterday, I heard Zhao Jianguo say that the city was harvesting dates this year and asked those who had date trees to take good care of them. I thought it was another image project, but it turned out to be supported by Jing."

"Then I'll tidy up the weeds in the jujube field when the weather warms up."

Every household in my hometown has a jujube tree. A pound of fresh jujubes is sold at two yuan, and can be sold for five or six thousand yuan in autumn. If there are many jujube trees, the sales can be tens of thousands. In the poor county of Yulin, five or six thousand is not a small amount of money. Five thousand yuan is enough for a child's living expenses for one year of high school.

"Those who can work can also grow some millet. The factory will collect and process millet by next year at the latest."

"The processed millet is good. The millet here sells very well in the city."

Once the agricultural and sideline products processing factory invested by Zhou Jing in Yulin City is built, the impoverished counties of Yulin City can be quickly improved.

"Big boss, why don't you bring the boss lady out to meet her?"

Zhou Xing’s wife said.

"She should be putting the child to sleep right now."

Zhou Jing took a closer look at his sister-in-law. Zhou Xing’s wife was about the same age as Gu Jia. She was very pretty and still had some charm. Zhou Jing once again confirmed his Mengde attributes.

"Happy New Year, bro."

Zhou Bo's brothers and sisters from his uncle's family came to the street, and Zhou Bo said.

My third uncle lives in the opposite valley, which is far away, so we don’t visit each other often.

Zhou Jing nodded.

The neighbors chatted for a while on the street after lunch and then began to disperse. Some visited each other, some played cards. Zhou Jing was dragged to play mahjong. They played for the whole afternoon and dispersed at dinner time. Zhou Jing played with them casually and lost a little over a hundred yuan. Several people planned to continue playing in the evening, but Zhou Jing said he couldn't play at night.

"Dad~"

Seeing Zhou Jing coming back, the little girl in the room leaned on the window and shouted.

Zhou Jing went back to the room, washed his hands, went to the kang, hugged the child, kissed him and said, "Do you miss your dad?"

"Where do you want to go, Dad?"

"Dad went out to earn some money."

Zhou Jing helped the child walk on the kang.

"Lose and win?"

Gu Jia said while swinging the child's toy.

"I lost more than a hundred."

"How big is the game?"

"twenty."

"That's not much to lose."

If you lose more than a hundred playing mahjong with twenty players, it's like you haven't lost anything.

"If you play slowly, the most you lose is just over 300."

It's just the most common game of Push Down and kill time.

Wu Suqin said: "You lost more than a hundred dollars and your father won dozens of dollars."

"I had good luck, but I didn't want to win any money. I lost a lot of cards that I could win with because I drew them by myself."

When the family plays, win wins and lose loses. Zhou Jing doesn't want to be serious when playing with neighbors and friends.

"Happy New Year to your father. May he earn a million dollars a year."

Gu Jia couldn't help laughing when she remembered that at noon a child wished Zhou Jing an annual income of one million. For ordinary people, such a blessing was just a blessing, but for Zhou Jing, it made people laugh and cry. Not to mention an annual income of one million, even an annual income of 10 billion means that the company's performance has declined sharply.

"Listen to what your mother said about the rebellious and ruinous remarks."

Zhou Jing grabbed Gu Jia's thigh and said.

The dinner was simple, with leftovers from New Year's Eve and leftover dumplings from the morning. The old lady heated up the jujube cake, which is rice cake wrapped in jujube paste. When heated, the jujube paste in the sticky rice cake exuded the sweet fragrance of the jujube paste. After stirring, the rice cake and jujube paste stuck together. Eating them occasionally was better than delicacies from land and sea.

Zhou Jing took a small piece and asked Gu Jia to taste it to see if it suited her taste.

"It's delicious. Bring some more dates with you when you leave. The date paste steamed buns and pancakes are also delicious."

Gu Jia tasted it and took another piece. After being used to eating big fish and meat, the date paste rice cake had a unique flavor.

The old man said, "If you like to eat dates, go to the city and buy some dog-head dates from the Yellow River. They are big."

“The ones at home are great.”

You don’t need to care about appearance when eating at home. I know that the jujubes from my own jujube trees do not use any technology and can be eaten with confidence. If you want them to look good, you can also buy them in BJ.

"Does Zhou Zhou usually stick to adults when eating?"

When it was time for dinner, the child sat upright in Zhou Jing's arms, the old lady said.

Wu Suqin said: "I'm used to being hugged by Jing."

"Open your mouth."

Gu Jia picked up a small piece of date paste and fed it to the child.

"Is it sweet?"

Zhou Jing held his daughter in his left hand and held the chopsticks in his left hand, picking up a piece of steamed bun for the child to eat with date paste.

"Hmm~"

The little girl was dangling her little feet in Zhou Jing's arms.

The landline at home rang, and the old man went to answer it. It was the village secretary who called and said that a senior county official would arrive in the village around noon on the second day of the Chinese New Year, and asked Zhou Jing to go to the village committee in advance.

(End of this chapter)