Reborn with a Cell Phone 2007

After finishing the funeral of Xiuying's grandmother, Ji Shumiao asked Zechuan whether he wanted to change his surname.

"But...is it okay?" Sawakawa asked dazedly.

Grandpa shouted with full energy: "What's wrong with that? You should have the last name Qin!"

Ji Shumiao: "As long as you are willing, there is nothing impossible."

Zechuan pursed his lips and said, "Change your name as well. I don't like your current name."

His name is related to that man.

Qin Shuyu, Zechuan has a new name.

Ji Shumiaoqi, I hope he can finish his past and find peace in this life.

Two men with the surname Ji started a fierce competition over which household registration book should be given to Xiaoyu.

Ji Shiqian: "Stop talking nonsense. If you have two, I need two too."

Ji Zhenhua: "No, my Tongtong just needs a brother to protect him."

"Brother Lang gives it to you."

"I'm sorry."

Grandma: "...Are you two playing Landlord?"

Ji Shiqian: "When your grandfather was alive, he told you that you were destined to be a father-in-law. If Xiaoyu really calls you dad, what will he do if he can't find a partner in the future?"

Ji Zhenhua: "You are being superstitious!"

The two of them couldn't agree on an answer to the argument, so they turned to ask the person involved: "Xiao Yu, who are you with?"

"I..." Xiaoyu was in a dilemma.

Ji Shumiao whispered behind him: "Choose our father."

Ji Shiqian jumped up and down: "Ji Miaomiao is not allowed to canvass for votes!"

Finally, the two people played rock-paper-scissors at the door of the police station. After three rounds of best-two, Ji Zhenhua, as the winner, successfully received a thoughtful little vest.

Ji Shumiao embraced the dumbfounded Xiaoyu and patted his shoulder earnestly, "Get used to it sooner."

"Yeah." Xiaoyu nodded with a smile.

I had acquaintances and connections in my hometown, so the adoption procedures were completed quickly.

They went to the mountain again, paid tribute to each grave and told their ancestors about this matter.

The younger generations knelt in front of the graves of Grandpa Qin Shuo and Grandma Xiuying, kowtowed and burned incense, while the grandparents burned paper money and chanted something beside them.

Grandpa narrowed his eyes and whispered, "Brother Shuo, Sister Xiuying, you can live peacefully over there, and don't worry about Xiaoyu. He will always have a home. He will be my grandson in the future, just like Brother Lang and Miaomiao..."

Grandma: "Brother, sister-in-law, if you are in heaven, please bless the children to be healthy and safe, free from illness and disaster..."

Qin Shuyu slowly lowered his head to hide his eyes that were red from the cold wind.

Before leaving, Ji Shumiao went to see the matcha factory.

Of all the businesses, the matcha factory is the one that gives her the least worry. Liao Da has good management skills, focusing on production, R&D, and sales, and all three are strong.

The matcha factory has been expanding this year and has benefited many surrounding districts and counties. It has become a key support project in the province and has enjoyed many preferential policies from the government.

Everything was fine at the factory. Liao Da submitted a detailed work report and this year's production plan to her. Everything was arranged reasonably.

This year, we plan to slow down the expansion of the matcha factory and shift to product diversification, develop more new products based on the market, and seek export channels to explore the international market.

After listening to the reports from the heads of various departments of the factory, Ji Shumiao looked at the financial statements in his hand and laughed: "It seems that the fulfillment of the option contract is a foregone conclusion."

Liao Da also laughed.

Ji Shumiao closed the folder and said, "The New Year is coming soon. Everyone has worked hard this year, so let's double the year-end bonus. Also, let's discuss with the HR and Finance department to draft a new performance appraisal plan and increase everyone's income."

"Thank you, Mr. Ji!"

"Wuhu!"

"Little Ji is always generous!"

Voices of thanks came one after another, and Ji Shumiao accepted them all with a smile.

After the meeting, Ji Shumiao held her chin and looked at her dear Director Liao affectionately, with love in her eyes beyond words, as if she was looking at a golden statue of the God of Wealth.

Ji Shumiao's voice was so gentle that it was creepy: "Liao Dada~"

Liao Da shuddered: "You, you say."

"Ah, I'm so polite." Ji Shumiao pretended to be dissatisfied, "You made me earn so much money, you worked hard and made great contributions, do you have any wishes?"

"This... what wish can I have? If you hadn't taken a fancy to this old horse like me, I would still be struggling in that small tea factory..."

"Hey!" Ji Shumiao raised his hand to interrupt him, "Stop, stop talking in official language, speak frankly. Let me tell you, a monthly salary of 30,000 is not good enough for you, let's make it a round number, 100,000."

"Ah?" Liao Da was dumbfounded and refused repeatedly, "No, no, no, it's too much..."

"It's not much. Don't be polite or refuse. It's what you deserve. If you take less, I'll be worried that you'll run away with Huang Mao one day. I can give you more than what Huang Mao gave you."

Liao Da: "...What a mess, what yellow hair?"

"Huangmao, just for example, for example... foreign-funded factories or something."

If Liao Da was poached, where would she find such a versatile and practical talent?

Ji Shumiao made a heartfelt promise again, which moved Liao Da so much that he cried: "I have no way to repay your kindness. I...will definitely sacrifice my life for you..."

Ji Shumiao thought to himself that he had made so much money for her, but he still had no way to repay her.

She was willing to serve anyone who could make money for him, even if she was asked to kowtow and burn incense every day.

It was already time to get off work when Ji Shumiao left the matcha factory. A shift change was taking place in the production workshop. All administrative staff except the night watchmen had gone off work. They walked out in high spirits, their bodies filled with the joy of getting off work.

Ji Shumiao saw Qiu Xu in the crowd. He was the dull grandson of that weird aunt.

The socially anxious person who was depressed and introverted and couldn't even utter a complete sentence a few months ago, is now in a good mood and chatting and laughing with his colleagues who are leaving get off work together. It seems that he is very popular among his colleagues.

In order to find her, Ji Shuwei's uncle and aunt invited them to dinner tonight. Ji Shuwei was responsible for escorting Little Ji, and the two went to the hotel together.

Seeing Ji Shumiao's doubtful and considering look, Ji Shuwei followed her line of sight and said, "Qiu Xu was admitted through examination. He ranked first in both the written test and the interview." Ji Shuwei said, "Three months ago, he seemed like a different person. The elders said that he suddenly became enlightened."

Ji Shumiao's head was full of questions: "How do I open it? I want to open it too?"

Opening the mind? Opening the third eye or opening the skull?

World wonders.

Ji Shuwei was equally puzzled: "Maybe it's not that he has come to his senses, it's probably because we don't understand him."

So you were pretending to be stupid and hiding your abilities before?

This isn't some cool story, why are you pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger?

Forget it, if you can’t figure it out, just stop thinking about it and don’t make it difficult for yourself.

Ji Shumiao stretched lazily and said, "Let's go eat."