Chapter 162 Wealthy Enough to Rival a Nation! Zhou Jue: What is money?
The next morning, as dawn was breaking.
Zhou Jue was stretching and yawning. He had just changed into casual clothes and was about to take Cheng Gan to the cafeteria for breakfast when the doorbell of Xiaolou rang.
Cheng Gan opened the door, and standing outside was Sun Jiuchou, carrying a briefcase and sporting dark circles under his eyes.
"Jiu Chou, so early?" Cheng Gan was somewhat surprised.
Sun Jiuchou nodded to her, then looked at Zhou Jue inside the room with a smile: "Little Jue, did I disturb your rest?"
"No, I was just about to go eat."
Zhou Jue waved his hand and asked curiously, "Jiu Chou, you... came to bring me breakfast?"
"There is no breakfast, but there are things that are more filling than breakfast."
As Sun Jiuchou spoke, he walked in, placed his briefcase on the table, and took out a document and an encrypted tablet computer.
He turned on the tablet and pushed it in front of Zhou Jue.
"This is the first revenue report since the establishment of 'Pangu Technology Group'."
Zhou Jue was stunned for a moment.
How long ago was this? It was established before she set off for the apocalypse. Although it feels like a long time has passed since she traveled through time, it hasn't been that long according to Earth's timeline.
So...this generates revenue?
She picked up the tablet with suspicion, her gaze falling on the screen.
On the screen is a clear financial statement.
At the top are several projects under the group that are currently in operation.
[A specific drug for Alzheimer's disease]
[Clinical costs: 500 RMB/person in China; 2000 RMB/person in Pakistan (limited); 100,000 US dollars/person in the US (limited); Enior...]
Total Revenue: 500 million RMB
Zhou Jue's eyes widened instantly. So much?! Is this robbery?!
She looked down.
[First batch of new energy orders (from internal procurement by aerospace, military, and precision instrument departments)]
Total order amount: 7.36 billion RMB
[First batch of authorized production of the improved version of the new bio-fertilizer "Red Soil"...]
There are many different kinds, and they add up to a long list.
Zhou Jue's gaze immediately jumped to the last number, which was bolded and enlarged.
[To date, the group's total revenue is 12.8 billion RMB.]
[Estimated net profit: 9.5 billion RMB]
According to the agreement, you will personally receive a dividend of 1.9 billion Huaxia Coins (after tax).
"..."
Zhou Jue fell silent.
She counted the long string of zeros over and over again, feeling as if her breath had stopped.
Nineteen billion?
At this rate of making money, even a money printing machine would have to call it "big brother"!
"This...you've already made so much money?" Zhou Jue's voice was a little unsteady.
Sun Jiuchou's expression remained calm, as if it were just an insignificant number.
"This is just the beginning," he explained. "Many clinical trial slots in medicine are already being sold for exorbitant prices, with countless wealthy people holding money but unable to find a way in. This is only the first phase; the profits will be even more astonishing in the future."
"There's also 'new energy,' which currently only meets domestic demand. Once a small portion is opened up to overseas markets, orders will come in like snowflakes."
"These are just the tip of the iceberg; more projects will be launched in the future."
Sun Jiuchou adjusted his glasses and concluded, "Xiao Jue, your personal wealth will be an unimaginable astronomical figure in the future."
Zhou Jue was completely numb. She leaned back on the sofa, her mind blank.
money.
Many hundred million.
Then what?
She suddenly realized a very embarrassing problem.
She doesn't seem to need the money.
She lived in a top-secret national base, a safe, comfortable, and first-class environment.
For food, the base's special canteen offers a wide variety of cuisines from all over the country. You can order whatever you want, and the nutritional balance is even more meticulous than that of a Michelin three-star restaurant.
From combat uniforms to casual wear, the government provided everything, sending new styles every quarter.
Okay, she also has helicopters and all kinds of vehicles in her space.
Her current life is roughly equivalent to that of a top-tier VIP, where everything—food, clothing, shelter, and transportation—is completely free.
Why do you need so much money?
Deposit it in the bank... do you just look at the numbers?
For a moment, Zhou Jue even felt a little dazed.
It seems like she hasn't had any emotional fluctuations about "money" for a very long time.
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck her.
She remembered one of her cultivation techniques, the Nine Revolutions Merit Wheel.
She has only reached the first stage of cultivation so far, and that was only achieved with a sliver of merit given to her by the Heavenly Dao during the apocalypse.
With immeasurable merit as its foundation, a golden wheel of merit is condensed to protect the divine soul. The deeper the merit, the thinner the bottleneck, making cultivation twice as effective with half the effort. Upon achieving the Nine Revolutions, one can become impervious to all magic and attain immortality of the divine soul. (Chapter 119)
Zhou Jue's eyes lit up instantly. Wasn't this enormous wealth a tremendous opportunity?
It is taken from the people and used for the people.
“Nine Categories.” Zhou Jue sat up straight, his expression becoming more serious than ever before.
“Go on,” Sun Jiuchou said, immediately sitting up straight.
Zhou Jue looked at him and said, "Do me a favor and set up a charitable foundation in my name."
Sun Jiuchou was taken aback, clearly not expecting her to bring this up.
"Eighty percent of my personal dividends," Zhou Jue said, holding up eight fingers, his tone resolute, "will all be injected into this foundation, permanently."
"Eighty percent?!"
Even Sun Jiuchou, a man of great experience and knowledge, couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
That's not eighty dollars, nor is it eight hundred thousand.
That's a future business empire beyond imagination, accounting for 80% of the 20% of total profits!
This amount of money is enough to drive any country crazy! And she's just going to donate it so casually?
“Too much! Xiao Jue, this…” Sun Jiuchou subconsciously wanted to dissuade him.
“Not many.” Zhou Jue shook his head, his eyes clear and firm.
“Jiu Chou, I was just thinking, what do I need so much money for? I lack nothing. This money is just a string of numbers to me. But if I spend it, it might change the fate of countless people.”
"I want to use this money to sponsor children who can't afford to go to school, so that they have the opportunity to change their destiny."
"Go and help the elderly who cannot afford medical treatment, so that they can enjoy their later years in peace."
"Go and support those who have lost their homes in the disaster, so that they can get back on their feet."
"Go and provide relief to the families of those martyrs who sacrificed their lives for the country, so that they have no worries about the future."
Her voice wasn't loud, but it struck Sun Jiuchou and Cheng Gan like a heavy hammer.
Sun Jiuchou looked at the girl before him. She was so young, yet there was no trace of greed or confusion in her eyes, no sign of being blinded by immense wealth. Instead, there was only a pure and sincere desire to do something for this country and its people.
He remained silent for a long time, then slowly stood up and bowed deeply to Zhou Jue.
"I see."
Sun Jiuchou straightened up and said solemnly, "Don't worry, I will handle this personally! I will immediately organize a top-notch team to conduct a thorough investigation of all areas across the country that need assistance, and compile a detailed report to ensure that every penny you spend is used effectively."
"Okay, then thank you for your hard work." Zhou Jue smiled.
After explaining this matter, she felt her mind was clear and her whole body felt comfortable, as if even the bottleneck in her cultivation had loosened a little.
Sun Jiuchou carefully put away the documents and left swiftly.
Zhou Jue stretched and patted Cheng Gan on the shoulder: "Come on, let's eat! I'm starving!"
Cheng Gan looked at her with mixed feelings, and after a long while, he finally managed to say, "Xiao Jue, I've realized that I feel like I've never really known you."
"Stop it, get out of here."
......
Base canteen.
Zhou Jue picked up a piece of braised pork from the plate and put it in his mouth.
I chewed it twice.
Um?
She picked up another piece of green vegetable with her chopsticks.
I chewed it twice.
His expression gradually became subtle.
"Sister Cheng Gan."
"Um?"
"Don't you think the food tastes a little off today?"
It's not that it's bad, it's just that it doesn't taste as good as before.
Upon hearing this, Cheng Gan also took a bite, and then smiled knowingly, "Oh, I forgot to tell you, the cafeteria has changed chefs."
"Replaced? What happened to that amazing chef?" Zhou Jue asked, his face contorted with grief. "He was poached? Who has the audacity to steal our talent?"
"He didn't leave, he just changed jobs," Cheng Gan said with a mysterious smile.
"Where did you go?"
"The end times".
Zhou Jue was taken aback: "Why go to the apocalypse? Can the environment there be better than the base?"
Cheng Gan kept everyone in suspense: "You'll find out when you get there; there's a big surprise waiting for you."
Zhou Jue's curiosity was instantly piqued.
A surprise? And it's related to the chef?
The two quickly finished their "slightly inferior" breakfast.
Zhou Jue wiped his mouth, stood up, and eagerly pulled Cheng Gan outside.
"Let's go, let's hurry, let's go to the apocalypse! I want to see what you're up to!"
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