Spend 1 trillion

The fire was still radiating heat.

The not-so-pungent smell of smoke and roasted sweet potatoes and potatoes mix together on the tips of people's noses.

Liu Mei's powerful sentence is the voice of everyone now.

The Tian Chai people in Zhang Xiaojian's mouth are the Tian Chai people who don't ask for anything in return. They have a very high profile and a big mind.

Liu Mei looked at Zhang Xiaojian's ordinary appearance gnawing baked potatoes, and suddenly understood what it means to be strong without desire.

She doesn't know how much wealth Zhang Xiaojian has, but she has seen many rich people, and many so-called top-level figures, and there are very few who can achieve the realm of this young man.

Most of the people who have this kind of realm have lived to a long time, have long been tired of seeing the people and things in the world, have seen through the mundane, and will arrive after having no desires and desires.

Zhang Xiaojian is so young...how did he do it?

Liu Mei will never understand this answer, because the vulgarity is so simple to the extreme, the answer is, rich, endless money!

Zhang Xiaojian used to have nothing to calculate, three hundred and sixty-five days a year, if he could live to eighty years old, starting next year, he still has fifty-five years, rounding it up to 20,000 days.

Take another whole, and he still has ninety-nine trillion.

99000000000000/20000=495 million.

In other words... he spends nearly 500 million a day, and it takes him a lifetime to spend all the money.

Although the system father is called the super god system, he can exchange his points for attributes, so that his various abilities can reach the point of super god and inhuman.

But what are inhumans?

Don’t people live for life?

Since the main task of the system dad's calculation of donations and the progress of spending money for charity just does not provide points, of course, we must do something more meaningful.

Make your life better first.

Let the city he lives in be more interesting, so that everyone in the provincial capital where he lives can live better, so that all China has such a little bit of beautiful change.

As for the world... Zhang Xiaojian didn't want to change.

Huaxia is too big, let alone one trillion, one trillion can also be spent, of course, it is the motherland that comes first.

Tian Chairen's plan was so plain that it was formed in front of a fire surrounded by a circle of people in the gatehouse of a hope primary school that had been suspended.

Zhang Xiaojian doesn't know how many children will benefit from this plan in the future. His mind is full of the details of the plan.

He nibbled the baked potatoes, and while he felt it was really delicious, he said: "One, we have to start with the details. First of all, we must understand how much good teachers in elementary and junior high schools can earn in a month.

"There is a professional research company." Liu Mei gave her answer. Although the words were still calm, in fact, she was a little emotional at this time, always feeling that she was stepping on a historical tricycle... with two feet. The wheel of history is about to roll forward.

"Second, we need to contact the leadership of the Education Bureau, this matter needs official help and promotion."

Liu Mei nodded: "No problem, they will definitely praise this kind of achievement, maybe they will..."

Zhang Xiaojian said again: "Third, contact all public welfare schools in the province. We need to know how big the gap is and how many teachers each school needs."

"It's not difficult. If someone pays them a teacher's salary, they are afraid they will be happy to fart."

"Four..." After saying this number, Zhang Xiaojian scratched his head: "Shenke needs another professional team to build buildings and villas around major public welfare schools in the province, and to persuade excellent teachers to support teaching. In addition to salary and treatment, the environment should be given the best, but there are a lot of plans. It is estimated that Gao Qingsong is going to scold his mother."

Of course Liu Mei knows what Shenke is up to recently. Although China Disney's affairs are kept secret, there are impervious walls in the world, not to mention that she has deep roots in Shenke. How could she not know?

Thinking of the dim lights, thinking of China Disneyland, and China Disneyland involved a painting that is almost a small city,

Okay, I guess it's not just Gao Qingsong, everyone in Shenke's management is going to scold his mother...

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Listening to Zhang Xiaojian's plan.

Seeing everyone's natural expressions.

Uncle Sun was in the mist because he was caused by fires and chimneys before, so he couldn't understand it now.

Of course, Yaya didn't understand it for granted. She still wanted to take Zhang Xiaojian to play with you, I guess. It was just watching his mouth frothing, she should have no time to take care of herself.

On the contrary, Yue Liang, who was not familiar with Zhang Xiaojian and others, listened and watched, and the whole person was already at the extreme.

He gave himself a philosophy of three consecutive questions, who am I, where am I, and what am I going to do?

This is Yue Liang.

I am in the concierge of Hope Primary School in the village.

I'm here to give Uncle Sun two bags of potatoes and sweet potatoes that I ate when I was a child, by the way.

But now...

Yue Liang wanted to talk about Zhang Xiaojian, who took hold of the frothy mouth, and said: "Man, eat some baked potatoes, why did you eat it like this, and didn't drink it..."

But it seems that everyone thinks that everything he said will be realized, even if it sounds so absurd and so nonsense.

Then... he inexplicably remembered a lot of autobiography he had read.

As an entrepreneur, he has seen many autobiography of entrepreneurs from all over the world.

In those autobiography...

All great careers seem to start from the ordinary...

Like-minded friends gather together, dream together, and talk high and wide...

Later they all succeeded and these stories became legends...

Therefore, he still has a feeling of witnessing the birth of a legend, but he thinks it is an illusion. The reason for the illusion is that the scene in front of him is not ordinary, it is dilapidated...

The concierge was very broken, and the corners and corners that broke into the roof were a bit moldy and black, but because the whole body was not scratched, it was made of lime cement and it was not conspicuous.

Floor leather is spread on the cement floor... It’s just that because of disrepair for a long time, the edges and corners have been pushed up a lot, and the transparent glue has not stuck, and it has been lifted up along the way, and there is even a large hole completely gone. The presence of floor leather is where Zhang Xiaojian just drew the picture.

There is also a fire kang in the room, a few seemingly broken tables, chairs and benches. The conditions are worse than those of ordinary farmers' homes, and five or six people are surrounded by a stove, eating more ordinary roasted sweet potatoes and roasted sweet potatoes...

This will not be the beginning of a legend.

So, it can only be concluded that Zhang Xiaojian is bragging...

After all, he has heard a lot of people talk about deals worth hundreds of millions in the buses and subways countless times, so bragging here...not too much.

But Yue Liang still couldn't listen anymore. He stood up during the intermittent discussion between Zhang Xiaojian and others, and first smiled to everyone and said, "You talk, I have to leave beforehand."

Everyone also smiled and nodded, it didn't look like they were mad.

Uncle Sun quickly gave Yue Liang a gift, and this gift was sent back to the village chief's house. The two of them talked a lot of things from their childhood on the road. Even if they recounted the past, it also made Yue Liang feel that the world was finally normal.

Of course the village chief’s house is much more luxurious than the concierge.

There is not only a floor, but also a ceiling lamp. What awaits him is not roasted sweet potatoes and roasted potatoes, but a table of hearty farm dishes and a large plastic bucket of home-brewed small roast.

The old village chief's surname is Hu, and Yue Liang, who is half of his own son, quickly greeted him and said, "I'm just waiting for you."

Yue Liang smiled and sat down, and first greeted the old and young men who were not the respected old man in the village or the rich and noble family in the village on the table, and everyone responded.

Lao Hu unscrewed the bottle cap, poured him a glass of white wine and said, "Liang baby, I want to discuss something with you."

Although Yue Liang had eaten hundreds of meals since he was a child, what he ate the most was the meals of the old village chief's house. He knew too well that this was his benefactor and the old man of his enemy.

There is no doubt that the old man has blown with others again. As for what he blows, Yue Liang can easily guess.

At this time, old Hu first took a sip of the white wine, and then he said, "Liang baby, how can you say that you are also a child raised by the whole village. Today this thing does give me a long face, but right? , Can you make more money with everyone?"

His words hadn't finished yet, and a group of people next to him began to conform.

"Yes, yes, you see our village is actually quite poor..."

"Drinking water thinks about the source, is this the term used?"

"Yes, Liangwa, look at your car, how much money it will cost, we don't ask for more, as long as it can be divided into points a year."

"Moreover, your company is going to grow and expand. We have discussed with a group of people. As long as you need capital, our village can get together."

Yue Liang looked at the faces in front of him as if they had passed away.

When he went back to the village to borrow money last year, he did indeed raise 150,000, but as many people were willing to lend him, so many rejected him.

At this table, last year we cried poorly with him, and many people slapped their faces. This year, seeing the bonus he gave everyone back, they seemed to be blushing.

Yue Liang sighed for a moment, and said with some embarrassment: "It can be, but one thing must be explained. It is impossible to get a 100% rebate next year. This year I will use my own money to send it to everyone. That is for gratitude."

When everyone heard the mouth loosened, they quickly said that they should.

Lao Hu asked, "How much benefit can that be?"

Yue Liang said: "This is hard to say. I can only say that it must be higher than what you put in the bank. It depends on the company's profit. Of course, if the amount is large, it can be higher."

"Does that mean that the more money the village gathers together, the more rebates can be made."

Yue bright spot nodded: "Investing in this thing, of course, depends on the amount of principal. The money in the village is considered as a whole, just like a snowball. It depends on how big the initial snowball is. The bigger it is, the faster it will roll."

Everyone hurriedly said yes, and delivered a series of flattering meals.

Yue Liang smiled, and toasted with everyone, a glass of white wine was stuffed, a line of fire went from his throat all the way to his stomach, he made a spontaneous noise, and then he moved his buttocks and wiped it with his sleeve. After the frosted window, he tilted his head and glanced at the moon outside.

The moon is very round tonight.

Well, it was very similar to the moon that night many years ago. He still clearly remembered that the round moon that night reflected Xiao Yueliang who was curled up.

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