In mid-January, Song Shengsheng finally finished the final exam that had been making her anxious. She also rewrote the first draft of the paper that she was going to publish in a journal after the New Year under the guidance of the professor. She revised it countless times before finally there were only some minor issues left that needed to be corrected.
From the first day she chose this major, she knew it wouldn't be easy to be an academic, but she didn't expect it to be this difficult...
Because she was very busy during this period, her mood and temper were not very good, and Jiang Yiyu was also very cautious.
Finally, he waited until Song Shengsheng had winter vacation, and she happily asked him to treat her to hot pot. In order to make it easier to talk at the dinner table, he also called Song Ming to come out.
At the dinner table, Song Shengsheng was very happy. She kept chatting with Song Ming and Jiang Yiyu about her thesis topic. Although they might not understand much, they cooperated and followed her lead, asking several questions: "And then?"
"Then, if my writing goes well, it will be published after the Chinese New Year. If I write more high-quality articles in the next two years, it will be very helpful for my PhD application! You know what? The professor is very optimistic about this paper of mine. Anyway, I think everything will go smoothly."
Song Ming raised his glass and said, "Let's celebrate in advance! Our Song family's ancestors are about to produce a doctorate and a great scholar!"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Yiyu smiled and raised his glass.
Song Shengsheng clinked glasses with them and said, "When a doctor is born, smoke comes out of the ancestral tomb. But our family's ancestral tomb has smoke coming out every day all year round."
Song Ming smiled and drank the wine in his glass in one gulp: "You are exaggerating!"
"By the way, brother, I've been busy lately and haven't had time to ask you, what do you want so much money for?"
"What kind of living money?"
"Even if you sold the house to us, you'd still get an extra 10% for Jiang Yiyu. What did you want that money for?"
Song Ming put down his wine glass, picked up his chopsticks, and fished the meat rolls out of the pot while saying, "My friends and I started a horse farm together, and we invested all the money in it."
"Horse farm? Which friend did you start this with? Could it be Brother Lin Huan? He's notorious for losing money on everything he does. I've heard from my parents before that Uncle Lin has advised him many times not to start another business and it's fine to just be a playboy who keeps the business and has no future.
And his sister Lin Yao is also annoying. She recently returned to China and is pregnant with her ex-boyfriend's child. She's still pestering our unlucky cousin Wang Cen, asking him to be the scapegoat. Tell me, is there anything good that can come from being associated with someone named Lin?
Song Ming fished out the meat and put it into her bowl: "Eat, don't mention this to your parents."
Song Shengsheng tutted his words and turned his head to look at Jiang Yiyu who was drinking water silently: "You are not going to vote for them as well, are you?"
Jiang Yiyu cleared his throat, glanced at her guiltily, and said with a small smile, "I didn't invest much, just a little. They said we could make money."
"I'm really impressed by you two! You two are really Crouching Dragon and Phoenix Chick. What's wrong with your brains? We are all in the same circle. Look at Brother Li Xu and Brother Yan Zhou. Which one of them is still doing business with Brother Lin Huan? Just the two of you, Crouching Dragon and Phoenix Chick. He said it can make money, and you invested in him?
If I remember correctly, a long time ago, when he first started his business, reselling agricultural products, you two invested the most. In the end, he lost everything. Later, in order to trick Brother Yan Zhou into investing, he didn't even mention your names.
"It's all over, it's all over." Jiang Yiyu poured her a glass of water.
Song Shengsheng sighed again: "You two are always so stupid. You have so much money, why don't you do something else? Why do you have to join him in playing skipping stones? I am really impressed."
Song Ming and Jiang Yiyu lowered their heads together.
Song Shengsheng became angrier and angrier as she thought about it. She glared at Jiang Yiyu, "There's one more thing. Jiang Yiyu, where did you get the money? If I remember correctly, didn't you give me all the money before? Isn't the remaining money in the company account? How do you have the money to mess around with them?"
Jiang Yiyu looked at Song Ming for help. Song Ming frowned, shook his head helplessly, and signaled that he should fend for himself.
"Why are you looking at him? Speak!" Song Shengsheng said fiercely, "If you don't tell the truth, I'll call Sister Wen Jing."
Jiang Yiyu smiled nervously: "Dear, don't be like this, I'm scared. Your brother is still here, please give me some face."
Song Shengsheng put down his chopsticks and leaned back in his chair: "You two, the eldest brother, are talking to the second brother. It's the same for you. Do you still want to save face? Tell me honestly, where did you get the money?"
Jiang Yiyu sighed. Seeing he couldn't hide any longer, he lowered his head and whispered, "It was... last year or the year before last, there was a project that wasn't paid off. I just made up for it a while ago, and I have a little money now. Don't worry, it's not even a fraction of what Song Ming invested in the horse farm."
Song Ming hissed and slammed the table: "Jiang Yiyu, you wild dog, you can't even protect yourself, and you still want to bite me!"
Song Shengsheng turned to look at him: "Brother, I don't want to talk about you anymore. Is it difficult to maintain a business instead of starting one? Do you have the brains to start a business? Did our mother give birth to you? And your luck has never been good except for reincarnation since you were a child.
The projects you've invested in in the past are like stones thrown into the water. While others might float, yours sank directly to the bottom. Coupled with Lin Huan, who has even less luck, vision, and intelligence, you might as well open the window and throw the money out right now!"
"I'm unlucky, and Jiang Yiyu isn't necessarily lucky either. Why are you only scolding me and not him?"
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