Reborn with a Cell Phone 2007

Ji Shumiao met Lu Binghe in Lu Yonghe's bedroom. Lu Yonghe's second brother, the one who had gone the furthest in the Lu family's politics - the second-in-command of a new first-tier city in the south.

Ji Shumiao opened his eyes wide and blinked at Lu Binghe, then lowered his head to look at the chessboard and asked with a bitter face, "Can we just talk without playing chess?"

Lu Binghe was amused: "I thought you were really good at all kinds of chess."

Ji Shumiao felt guilty: "Then I have to pretend."

Lu Yonghe, who was making tea nearby, didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You really managed to pretend?"

Ji Shumiao chuckled, stood up and took the tea spoon from Lu Yonghe's hand: "I brought tea today. It can be said to be a new thing, but it can also be said to be an antique. I will make some for the two uncles to try?"

Lu Yonghe stood up and gave her his seat, jokingly saying, "I'll let you pretend again."

Ji Shumiao snapped his fingers: "Okay~"

Ji Shumiao took out the matcha powder he brought, put a little in a tea bowl, added a small amount of hot water at about 70 to 80 degrees, and stirred it into the consistency of peanut butter. After adding water for the second time, he used a tea whisk to quickly beat out dense foam. After adding water for the third time, he made the foam finer. Finally, he divided the cups and handed them to the two Mr. Lu with both hands.

Lu Binghe admired the bubbles in the teacup and exclaimed, "I haven't seen making tea in so many years."

Ji Shumiao: "Isn't it? Now even matcha has to be imported. Our own product has been promoted by others."

At this time, the servant brought up the mooncakes she brought on an exquisite plate, and the three of them drank tea and chatted while eating the snacks.

In fact, he was not "idle". Ji Shumiao was searching his mind for information about the new first-tier city. Except for the fact that the current top leader would be dismissed for corruption ten years later, there seemed to be nothing useful.

But it's enough.

Ji Shumiao selectively talked about some major trends and changes in the country's political and economic aspects in the future, and a small part of them was consistent with what the two brothers expected.

After talking about domestic affairs, they turned to foreign affairs. Just as the talk about the Middle East had begun, Ji Shumiao's cell phone rang. Before she knew it, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon. Qin Rong called to ask her if she wanted to go home for dinner.

"Yes!" Ji Shumiao answered affirmatively. He lost his calm demeanor after hanging up the phone. "My mother asked me to go home for dinner. Goodbye, Uncle Lu!"

Don’t be fooled by me because I look so awesome. Actually, I’m just an ordinary primary school student.

Lu Binghe: “…”

Lu Yonghe: "Uncle Lu's food is better, stay for dinner."

Ji Shumiao shook his head disapprovingly: "No meal is better than the one at home."

"My old classmates at the Municipal Emergency Management Bureau told me that they received an anonymous email last month," Lu Binghe said suddenly.

Ji Shumiao paused while holding the backpack, and admitted directly: "It's me."

"You want to save those people?"

"I want to save a lot of people." Ji Shumiao looked directly at him and said, "How long will it take for Uncle Binghe to be transferred to Beijing?"

"Two years."

Ji Shumiao sighed: "It's quite slow, why don't you hug my thigh in advance?"

Ji Shumiao leaned close to his ear and whispered a name.

Lu Binghe was stunned and looked at her in shock.

Ji Shumiao nodded affirmatively.

Lu Yonghe asked Madam Lan to prepare return gifts for Ji Shumiao to take back. There were expensive tea, cigarettes, alcohol, abalone, shark's fin, bird's nest and the like. Because it was near the Mid-Autumn Festival, there were also two boxes of expensive moon cakes, which filled the trunk.

Ji Shumiao curled his lips and said unhappily: "I don't have anything I like."

"what do you like?"

Even though he knew she had dug a hole, Lu Yonghe didn't mind jumping in.

Ji Shumiao's identity in front of him is very strange. She can be an equal partner or a beloved junior. She skillfully jumps back and forth between the two.

Ji Shumiao was waiting for this sentence and asked playfully, "I like matcha, uncle, can you help me import a production line?"

"Oh, there is no such thing as free snacks or free tea in this world, right?"

Ji Shumiao said coquettishly: "I didn't even ask you to send him off, just help me introduce him. You are such a big boss, it must be as easy as turning your palm for you."

If she were to introduce a production line, not to mention how many connections she would have to go through to get the production line, even if she succeeded in contacting the factory in Xiaorizi, they would most likely not sell her the latest production line, but would only fool her with the old and obsolete ones.

"Do your parents know about this?" Lu Yonghe asked.

Oh, such an awesome primary school student even has to ask his parents if they know about this.

"If you agree, I'll go home and tell you."

"As long as your parents support it, there will be no problem on my side."

"Okay, okay~"

Having achieved their goal, Ji Shumiao and Lu Yonghe said goodbye, waved to Lu Liangjing and Mrs. Lan at the door, and got on the car to go home.

Mrs. Lan asked gently, "Why doesn't this child stay for dinner?"

Lu Yonghe did not answer her, but just smiled and sighed: "If I had a son, I would want him to be like Ji Shumiao."

Lu Liangjing's face changed, and he couldn't help asking, "Dad, do you think I'm not as good as Miaomiao?"

Lu Yonghe said bluntly: "Not only you, but also your brothers and sisters, as well as your uncles and second uncles, none of them can compare to him."

Not to mention the opportunity, even Ji Shumiao's character and ambition are not comparable to those of these kids.

Standing on the stairs, Lu Liangshi sneered when he heard his words and said sarcastically: "What a pity, it's not your child."

Lu Yonghe was too lazy to argue with his son who was cheating on his wife, so he just turned his eyes and walked away.

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During dinner, Ji Shumiao talked about his plan to build a matcha factory.

"I originally wanted to build it in my hometown county, but the county already has high-polluting factories such as brick and cement factories. Now the most suitable location is the neighboring Chutuo County. The upwind location is also upstream of the river, so it will not be affected by the polluting factories in the county."

Qinjiawan and Jijiagou are actually closer to the neighboring Chutuo County, but Chutuo County is farther away from the provincial capital.

"I heard that the province is planning a highway, and Chutuo County is trying its best to get it, but it's unlikely because there are no factories."

"How do you know?" Ji Zhenhua asked.

Ji Shumiao: "Brother Zechuan said so. We are in touch often."

Ji Shumiao continued, "If it can be built in Chutuo, it will be a win-win situation. The factory, the county, and the tea farmers, one production line can at least absorb the current tea production of the three surrounding counties and provide about 200 jobs."

The green tea produced in Ji Shumiao's hometown is not bad, but it has not been well-known and has not been able to open up the market, so the area of ​​tea cultivation is not large.

When grandpa heard this, his hand holding the chopsticks trembled: "Then everyone doesn't have to go out to work?"

"In theory, yes." Ji Shumiao nodded, "It's just that the investment is a bit high. One production line costs more than 7 million, plus the cost of building a factory, hiring technicians, and purchasing tea leaves. At least 12 million will be invested in the early stage."

The spring tea used to make matcha is different from the spring tea we drink every day. The tea trees used to make matcha cannot be exposed to light for one month before picking in order to produce more chlorophyll. Therefore, a considerable deposit must be paid to the tea garden in advance.

Ji Shumiao knew that the family’s money was probably not enough. After winning the lottery, he would buy a house and land. The brick factory was still burning money and not making a profit, so he had to set aside some money for the early operations of the brick factory.

If you really want to build a matcha factory, you have to borrow part of the money from the bank. The richer you are, the more you need money.

Ji Shumiao asked his parents: "I will write a business plan, can you take a look at it before deciding?"

The couple looked at each other and understood.

Qin Rong waved her hand: "If we don't see it, we won't understand it. Just do it if you want to. There are still so many gold bars in the bank."

Antique jewelry should never be moved.

"Uncle still has money here!" Ji Shiqian said, "You are not kind enough to make money without bringing aunt and uncle along."

"I don't know if I can make money. I'm a little unsure."

Ji Shulang said indifferently: "It doesn't matter if I lose money, it's all thanks to you. You can't bring this stuff with you when you are born, and you can't take it with you when you die. Besides, even if you spend all your money, you can still get it back."

Ji Shumiao applauded: "Boss is so generous!"

Qin Yun raised his hand: "Teacher Miaomiao, I have a question."

Ji Shumiao: "Student Yunyun, please speak."

"We are just a milk tea shop. Can we consume the matcha produced by a factory? Can we sell it to others?"

Ji Shumiao smiled slightly: "There must be only one at the beginning, but it will definitely not be the case in the future."

Ji Shumiao still has confidence in the milk tea shop.

"And as long as our milk tea shops can make matcha popular, we won't have to worry about sales. Even if we put matcha in cans and store it in the refrigerator, it won't go bad for three years."

Grandma asked: "How can you be sure that our milk tea shop will be popular if we make matcha?"

Ji Shumiao was very proud: "The hermit has his own clever plan."

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