After reading Ren Zhiyi's paper, Jiang Xiaoli annotated it according to her own understanding and sent it to her.

Then, he gave each of the three eager students guidance on the proper format of their papers.

She worked until after 10 p.m., then stretched and yawned. “Okay, this is only the first draft. It should be fine at this level. We can polish it a bit more later.”

Hu Jingxin rubbed her temples. "My mom asked me the other day if I wanted to continue my studies in graduate school. Now I realize that I was really too hesitant to refuse back then!"

Yan Chengcheng nodded repeatedly, "Me too, I'd rather work in a factory than write a thesis."

Jiang Xiaoli looked at them and comforted them, "You only have a few exams and papers left before graduation, you can do it!"

Chang Yue, who was the most relaxed among them, chose the topic of information technology development in the accounting industry for her graduation thesis.

Speaking of this, "307" had been using the "Business System" for a long time, and she could write a long essay just by finding a few sets of data.

Jiang Xiaoli just helped her go through the paper, and after a few minor revisions, it's almost perfect.

She said with a relaxed expression, "Yes, our thesis is basically complete. After taking a few more exams, we can graduate early. That's wonderful!"

Jiang Xiaoli gave her an appreciative look.

She yawned again. "I don't know why, but I'm really sleepy today. I'm going back now, and you guys should get some rest too."

Zong Jiayu was still in the study, typing away furiously on the computer.

Hearing Jiang Xiaoli return home, he stopped what he was doing and turned to look at her. "Have they finished their papers?"

Jiang Xiaoli sat next to him, picked up his cup and took a sip. "Yeah, it's done. I read four papers in a row, and my head feels swollen."

Zong Jia chuckled softly. He sent several requests to someone using the "SOSO" key, then closed the chat window and prepared to shut down his computer.

She tugged at his arm. "It's okay, you go ahead and do what you need to do. I'll go get ready and wash up."

Zong Jiayu thought for a moment and nodded, "I do have a small program that I've only finished half of. You go wash up first, and I'll come over soon to sleep with you."

He kept his word. As soon as Jiang Xiaoli finished showering and drying her hair and lay down on the bed, he came over and lay down too.

"Is the job all sorted out?"

Zong Jia shook his head. "Not yet, but sleeping with my wife is the most important thing. Let's leave it for tomorrow."

Jiang Xiaoli lay in his arms and casually asked, "Why have you been so busy lately? What's wrong?"

“The company hasn’t encountered any problems,” Zong Jiayu explained. “With the launch date of ‘Vulcan’s’ ‘Desperate Assault’ game drawing closer, we need to prepare in advance.”

She couldn't help but chuckle. "What preparations? To kick a dog when it's down?"

Zong Jiayu said, "Vulcan has a good reputation overseas, and initially there will definitely be a group of loyal fans who will buy tickets for 'Desperate Assault'. If these fans are not satisfied, 'Desperate Assault' will probably be a flop."

Jiang Xiaoli thought for a moment, then laughed. "You're using a multi-pronged approach, aren't you? It seems 'Vulcan' is in grave danger this time."

Zong Jia did not refute her words, but simply said, "It's time to teach them a lesson."

Knowing that he had been busy with this matter recently, she did not ask for any more details.

As she yawned and drifted off to sleep, she muttered to herself, "I forgot to check the account balance with my uncle again today. I must check it tomorrow."

Zong Jia pulled the blanket up for her and coaxed her, "Little Pear, go to sleep. I'll remind you tomorrow."

The next morning, Jiang Xiaoli was fully recovered.

The first thing she did after getting up and washing up was rush to her study, turn on her computer, log in, and check her American futures account.

Now she finally understood why Jiang Ruilin, upon returning to China, had twice brought up the matter of letting her check his account.

$1,257,739,492.00

In less than three months, her uncle made another 300 million US dollars from the US futures market.

She felt a little numb looking at the account now; the string of numbers seemed unreal.

Zong Jia went to the study to ask her to come upstairs for dinner. He glanced at the computer screen casually and was stunned.

"Uncle makes money faster than he could rob someone."

Jiang Xiaoli strongly agreed with what he said, "Indeed, to be honest, I think my uncle's assets are probably no less than the Jiang family's accumulated assets."

Zong Jiayu thought for a moment and said, "Uncle's side is all cash flow, which complements Uncle's side, which is good."

She nodded and said, "Grandma told me she was going back to China for Qingming Festival, and then my uncle messaged me saying he was coming back too. Do you think the family is planning something?"

Zong Jiayu was somewhat surprised, "You mean the industrial transfer we mentioned before?"

He pondered for a moment, "Now that you mention it, I think there's actually some possibility to it. We'll see when we meet."

Jiang Xiaoli was a little excited. "If Grandpa, my eldest uncle, and my second uncle really decide to move their businesses to China, that would be a wonderful thing."

Zong Jia smiled and patted her hair. "Alright, there's no use in overthinking now. Let's have breakfast and then talk about the renovation plan. That's more practical."

She chuckled softly, "Okay, coming right now."

She turned off the computer, and the two of them climbed one flight of stairs together to go home for dinner.

Zhong Yuan and Xiao Jincheng had already arrived, each of them slurping up a bowl of porridge.

Zhong Yuan warmly greeted the two of them, "Why are you two so late? Come and sit down, come and sit down. Let me tell you, the porridge today is really delicious!"

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