"Is the meal ready?"
The delicious food is right in front of her, and Yin Suya can’t wait any longer.
"Okay, I'll help you serve it."
Xia Yu served each person a bowl of rice and prepared to eat.
This mullet weighed at least one and a half kilograms, and with various side dishes, it was just enough for the two big eaters.
“Mmm, it’s delicious!”
Yin Suya can eat spicy food. When she put a bite of fish into her mouth, the crisp and numbing feeling was really amazing.
With such delicious fish, she no longer felt wronged for being bullied last night. After all, people should have a conscience!
Yin Suya's business is not huge, but she has a conscience. Xia Yu, on the other hand, is totally heartless.
"Don't just eat the vegetables, eat the food!"
“Mmm~Mmm~~”
Both of them enjoyed the meal very much, except that their lips suffered a little.
Being able to eat spicy food doesn’t mean your lips won’t swell. Both of our lips were swollen like sausages. When we were cleaning up the dishes, you laughed at me and I laughed at you. It was so unhappy.
After their lips were less swollen, they returned to their cabin for a nap. When they woke up, it was almost time to go back.
Yin Suya and Xia Yu had a happy New Year's Day, but this happiness only lasted for a day before the yacht drifted downstream and began to return.
Back on shore, Xia Yu drove Yin Suya back to school and then drove towards Xintiandi.
When he arrived at the company, he first inspected today's business situation, and then left a large 28-inch suitcase full of souvenirs he brought back this time, and asked Xue Ping to distribute it as a benefit.
He dragged the rest back home in the Cullinan, and went to the 16th floor again to leave the things that Jiang Baiying and Sister Lingling asked him to bring back.
This time, Lao Jiang happened to be there, so the couple invited him to stay for dinner.
Even chefs can be lazy sometimes, so after Xia Yu declined a few times, he finally agreed to stay and had a free dinner.
There are also two boxes of maple leaf local specialties, one large and one small. The small one is for friends, and the big one is for my parents. But it’s too late, so I can only talk about it tomorrow.
The next morning, Xia Yu drove to work as usual, with gifts from his parents in the trunk.
Are you driving back home?
No, how could someone as lazy as Xia Yu drive back?
Not long after working in the office, the roar of a helicopter came from the distance.
Are you here?
Xia Yu raised his hand to check the time, stood up, pulled his suitcase and took the elevator to the rooftop of the office building, where he saw a parachute plane slowly landing on the big "H".
He doesn't really like the Hermès H logo, but he can accept the tarmac.
Yes, he took a helicopter back to his hometown today, and he didn’t drive it himself, but hired a pilot from a management company.
These are all "bad habits" that Ji Yang has developed. Even though he has a driver's license, he doesn't drive himself and has to find a driver because it is more comfortable. He calls it creating jobs for the country.
He threw the suitcase into the rear cabin, sat on it and closed the cabin door.
"Take off!"
"Buzz~~"
The Bell 430 soared into the sky, like a happy little bee, constantly flying between the tall buildings.
In the past, Xia Yu always flew over the city at high altitude, but this was the first time he flew so low. Many pedestrians on the road looked up.
Those who have been to Shanghai for a short time may find it strange, but those who have been here for a long time are used to it. It is just a means of transportation for rich people. The subway I take every day cost tens of millions to build!
Thinking this way, I feel much more balanced. Being jealous can't solve any problems.
The helicopter shortened the more than three-hour drive to less than fifty minutes, especially since it only took forty-five minutes from Xintiandi, which saved Xia Yu the trouble of rushing to the general aviation company.
"Xiaoyu, why are you back?"
The helicopter landed at the foot of Mount Mao, and Lao Xia and Lin Shuqin came up to greet it.
"I missed you guys. I went to Maple Leaf Country last week and brought you a lot of goodies."
Xia Yu is thick-skinned towards others, and even thicker-skinned towards his parents, because he learned it from them.
"By the way, I forgot to ask you before, did you sell the Bitcoin you bought?"
Lin Shuqin's focus is not on the gifts, she is concerned about the business her son has started.
Of course, these were all Xia Yu's excuses, even though he did make a lot of money from it.
"I sold it at the highest point. Who would have thought it was so dangerous? It was hyped up so high before, but now it's plummeted."
Xia Yu was also very emotional about the current market situation of Bitcoin. If he had not sold it at that time, he would not have lost money, but he would not have earned as much. Those who followed the trend and entered the market were all cut off. It was as tragic as it could be.
Stocks can still hit the limit down, but there is no such thing in the cryptocurrency world. It can rise by 20%, 30%, and it can also fall by 30%, 40%. It's a heart-pounding game.
"Yes, business is still reliable. If you open a restaurant, your father and I will support you wholeheartedly."
The dangers of the cryptocurrency world have made the couple increasingly aware of the stability of real industry.
"Thank you, let's talk about it upstairs."
Xia Yu took the suitcase out of the cabin, patted the cockpit glass, and asked the pilot to go back first and come to pick him up tomorrow morning.
He plans to stay at home for one night today so that he can have a good chat with his parents.
"Xiao Yu, how's the chain restaurant business going? The base ships goods every day, and we don't count yours!"
As they walked along the road, Old Xia finally interrupted.
"It's going great. The five stores are generating a stable daily revenue of over 800,000 yuan. After this week's discounts are over, we'll definitely have no problem reaching over 1 million yuan. Just relax."
"Is this how you make money?"
The couple were both very surprised. Wouldn’t the turnover for this year be more than 300 million?
The account can be calculated in this way, but the number is really not big. At least Xia Yu is not satisfied with it. His goal is to open 50 branches by 2018 to reach the production capacity limit of the production base.
With a turnover of more than 3 billion, the valuation must be at least 10 billion, right?
This year, he not only has to complete the system tasks, but also exceed them, taking the second step on the road to becoming a super-rich person and joining the Shanghai billionaire club.
Xia Yu's understanding of a super rich person is one with a net worth of at least one trillion, which is one hundred billion.
Some of his wealthy colleagues could do it without doing anything, but Xia Yu couldn't. He had to do it himself, and the system was only an aid at best.
There is a lot of debate in the academic community about the nature of money, but it can be considered a contract about the right of exchange. It does not come out of thin air. If the printing factory prints too much, the money will depreciate. Therefore, every penny the system rewards him has a source. The system also hopes that he can earn wealth from the market with his own hands, create wealth, and then consume it to complete the circulation of money.
If the system prints one trillion for him, it may cause a small-scale economic crisis.
Xia Yu was clearly aware of this, so he could understand the system.
The poorest rich man is the poorest rich man, it’s better than someone who has no system at all!
"Don't worry, Mom and Dad. Our family will only have more and more money, and our lives will only get better and better."
Xia Yu said to his parents.
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