It’s all good now.
Suddenly, the whole country’s peers have gained a big "daddy."
Tang Lingwu added, "The foundation’s funds are not that much for now; in the future, we will continue to..."
No, more like a close grandfather!
"Plenty, a lot!"
For Zheng Fa and Tang Lingwu, they have so much to do, this money isn’t really much.
But for the nearly bankrupt research institute...
This is called breaking into sudden wealth!
...
After Zheng Fa left, the dean still hadn’t recovered. He turned his head and saw the diterranean at the door, and started to say, "This project..."
"I’ll do it!"
The diterranean volunteered.
"This..." The dean hesitated a bit, shaking his head he said, "These outer elixirs are all new things, need young people, let Huang Yi..."
"He wants to resign!" The diterranean imdiately said, his mouth like a machine gun, "Agreed, leaving imdiately, today..."
"I didn’t!"
From behind the diterranean, the young Huang Yi squeezed in, glaring angrily at the diterranean.
"Fighting over what!"
The dean slapped the table, glaring at both of them: "You, are you leaving?"
"No, no, no..."
The dean nodded, muttering, "eting!"
...
A day later, looking at the large red banner in the office with the words "Work hard for a hundred days" printed on it, the young Huang Yi felt a mont of confusion, as if he had returned thirty years back.
"Our old dean, always had this kind of taste."
Standing next to him, the diterranean smirked and said:
"Heard from the old dean, for the next three months we have to work overti, stay in the institute, sleep on the floor; your girlfriend doesn’t mind?"
A smile appeared on Huang Yi’s face: "I said I was working on a project with Dean Zheng..."
"..."
"This morning, she dragged to get our marriage certificate."
The diterranean nodded, seemingly understanding: "Not too shabby."
"Aren’t you going to... assert your manly authority at ho?"
Huang Yi teased, looking at the diterranean.
Speaking of which, having a wife due to eminent domain is nice, but a wife being too rich must have made life modest before.
The diterranean adjusted his waist, lifted his head, and sighed: "Three months is still a bit short."
"..."
Huang Yi choked for a mont, coughed, and then the coughing turned to laughter, becoming louder and louder.
The diterranean beside him also lit a cigarette. Through the thin smoke, he squinted at the sowhat glaring banner on the wall.
Before, he thought this thing was ugly.
Now, it’s still kind of ugly.
But he now feels that the red color is a bit like the heart of the research institute, pulsing in the twisted smoke.
The old research institute seems to have returned to its youthful days.
The diterranean turned back, looking at the statue standing at the door, smiling at everything, with a slightly compassionate expression.
He removed the cigarette from his mouth and placed it before the statue.
...
Zheng Fa and Tang Lingwu toured the entire country before returning to the nursing ho.
He wasn’t familiar with this line of work and could only wait for results from those university research institutes.
Frankly, he was quite anxious but also very patient.
Spending money now is like watering; he just has to wait for the seeds in the soil to bloom and bear fruit.
What surprised him was that as soon as Tang Lingwu returned to the nursing ho, she asked him to start the Spirit Mountain Technique and went into a room to train.
He was still a bit unaccustod to it.
Before, he was the one busy all the ti. Tang Lingwu would always seize the mont to stick by his side, chirping away in conversation.
Perhaps seeing Zheng Fa’s bewildernt, Old Man Bai and Mrs. Tian ca over to him, seeming to have sothing to say.
"Little Ling Wu... has been working too hard lately..."
Zheng Fa furrowed his brow.
He also rembered that these days, besides helping him manage the grain company and inspect research institutes, Tang Lingwu mostly stayed in her room practicing.
Much more diligent than before.
He understood Old Man Bai and Mrs. Tian’s point, cultivation is a delicate task, and sotis hastiness can lead to issues.
"Lingwu, why does she..."
Surprisingly, Old Man Bai glared at him, looking a bit angry.
"Don’t you understand?"
Zheng Fa was stunned. His mind had been focused on these research institutes for the past few days, indeed neglecting people like Tang Lingwu.
Now, recalling Tang Lingwu’s slightly pained expression from before, he naturally understood.
"She..."
"She wants to help you."
Old Man Bai snorted.
"Lingwu has already helped a lot."
Nowadays, Tang Lingwu is the head of finance in the nursing ho, overseeing expenses for the grain company, Jiushan Martial Arts Hall, and the nursing ho.
Initially, there were still so errors and omissions.
But Tang Lingwu improved rapidly, managing the company thodically.
Even Zheng Fa had to admit that without Tang Lingwu, he couldn’t handle such a large enterprise.
Mrs. Tian sighed, "She’s been working hard all along to stand by your side."
Zheng Fa knew this, even more so than Mrs. Tian.
He actually rembered... when he first t Tang Lingwu, she said she didn’t like managing businesses and didn’t want to inherit the family business.
But now... she was an excellent chairwoman.
On the other hand, he wasn’t optimistic about Tang Lingwu’s current efforts.
Impossible.
The spiritual energy concentration of Rainbow Mountain is still relatively low, after all, all the spiritual energy cos from Zheng Fa himself, who is currently only at the Golden Core stage.
Even reaching beyond Divinity Transformation, in terms of spiritual energy production quantity and efficiency, he may still find it hard to match the Sun and Moon Clock.
No matter how good Tang Lingwu’s aptitude, how diligent her cultivation, or how deep her understanding of cultivation practices,
in this environnt, it’s still difficult to surpass the geniuses of the Xuanwei Realm.
Moreover, apart from spiritual energy,
there is currently no mature thod for producing spirit pills in the modern world.
This also significantly affects modern people’s cultivation...
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