Ye Zhiqiu slowly began to relinquish his power and set rules for the company's profits: 20% would be invested in retirement, 20% in infrastructure, and 20% in compulsory education. Twenty percent would be distributed as year-end dividends to all members of the Ye Group, and the final 20% would be placed in a trust fund established by the Ye family and the bank, with descendants of the Ye family receiving interest and dividends based on their age.
After he finished all this, the year came to 2000, and Ye Zhiqiu was already sixty years old!
His eldest grandson already had a child, and because it was his 60th birthday, many people gathered in Beijing to celebrate. For this reason, the Ye family's Beijing Hotel closed to the public for three days, just to accommodate the family members who came back from all over to celebrate Ye Zhiqiu's birthday.
There were many guests that night. The Ye family had been divided into four major conglomerates headed by Ye Chengye, Ye Chengwu, Ye Zhiqiu, and the Ye family's side branch.
The Shen family of the secret branch also formed two major financial groups!
Ye Zhiqiu looked at the densely packed clansmen, even his own sons, grandsons, and great-grandsons. He suddenly sighed to Feng Xiaomei, "Alas, my life has been so tiring! I once really just wanted to stay in Kaoshan Village, eating and waiting to die. I don't know why I can't help myself, as if I'm being pushed forward..."
Feng Xiaomei comforted him, "Zhiqiu, you're so successful now, and our family is so happy, what else are you dissatisfied with?"
Ye Zhiqiu smiled bitterly and shook his head, "My dear, you don't understand me, because this is not the life I want! I seem to have everything, but also seem to have nothing..."
"Hahaha, idiot, do you finally understand?"
When Ye Zhiqiu heard this voice, he suddenly turned his head and blurted out in surprise: "Master!"
Taoist Priest Qingyang walked over from the crowd. He smiled and asked, "Foolish child, if you don't wake up now, when will you wake up?"
After saying that, Taoist Qingyang made a sword finger and pointed it at Ye Zhiqiu's forehead.
The world collapsed and disappeared, vanishing without a trace in an instant!
Ye Zhiqiu felt very uncomfortable and couldn't open his eyes.
"My dear son! If you die, how can I live..."
"Brother... wake up quickly..."
"Master, didn't you say you could help summon the spirit? Please save my son... 800 yuan? I..."
Ye Zhiqiu opened his eyes and shouted anxiously, "Mom, I only want 80 cents, why did you say 800?"
The whole book is finished!
Thank you all for your company. Because this book didn't meet my revenue targets, I wanted to continue writing until the present day, but I needed to eat, so I gave up. I didn't want this ending, but to finish it quickly, I had to write it this way. Regardless, thank you all for your continued reading and company over these many days and nights! Thank you all again. The road ahead is long, and we'll see you again!
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