Ran Qiuye got used to this, and heard Yang Xiaotao say this, "What's the point of this?"

"Hey, you don't know yet. This older generation is just a boy who can pass on the family line and see it."

"Of course, I am raising children in poverty and raising daughters in wealth."

"But this is the same in my heart."

Yang Xiaotao added, then looked at Miaomiao and the other three, but now all the three little ones were lowering their heads and eating.

However, when Dragon Boat Festival raised its head, there were still rice grains hanging on the corner of its mouth.

What did he hear just now?

Raising a son in poverty?

I was idle at home...

Xiaodao counted the melon seeds on his head, and added that he could not speak, so he only had two boys and three girls.

So their family is rich?

"Eat well."

Ran Qiuye looked at Dragon Boat Festival in a daze, "I'll finish my homework later."

The Dragon Boat Festival immediately lowered his head and licked the rice grains at the corner of his mouth with his tongue.

But I felt a lot of pain in my heart. I was tired all afternoon during the day and had to do my homework at night.

I'm still a child.

When Yang Xiaotao saw it, he lowered his head and smiled. His son, he probably won’t be a teacher when he grows up.

"My grandfather also called me, and I guess I'll come up before the 11th."

"With grandma?"

"Well, my aunt will be together, too."

"Then you have to prepare the room in advance."

"It's okay, there's still time."

After the family had dinner, Ran Qiuye packed it up, and Yang Xiaotao brought his things to the backyard.

During this period, Ran Qiuye was not very convenient, so the old Taoist got together with Mr. Ye.

Bringing a lunch box of beef balls, Yang Xiaotao came to Lao Tao's house.

At the door, Tianzun saw Yang Xiaotao coming and shook his tail.

When they walked into the room, two old men were smoking cigarettes and chatting, and there were a few dishes and bowls on the table.

"What are you two talking about? It's so exciting!"

Yang Xiaotao put the lunch box on the table, and the old Taoist took out a cup from the side and placed it in front of Yang Xiaotao, "I didn't say anything, I'm chatting."

Yang Xiaotao sat down cross-legged, picked up the wine bottle and filled it with the two of them, and poured it on himself.

"You ran back this afternoon, it doesn't look like your style."

The old Taoist sniffed and drank a small wine. Old Ye was not very drunk, but he was very restrained in drinking. "Yes, I heard you were doing a plane a while ago. Is there a place?"

Yang Xiaotao picked up the wine glass and took a sip, "No, but it's too soon."

Yang Xiaotao felt that it was only a few days before his success.

"I'm happy to come back early this year."

As he said that, he put down his glass and told him about the matter. Others can not say anything, but the two people have identities and status here, so there is nothing to say.

"What? One hundred million?"

"You really got a million yuan?"

The old Taoist voice changed, and Old Ye sat up from lying down.

Both of them knew that Yang Xiaotao's "sexy operation" during this period was to treat people from the desert as tyrants, but although they were tyrants, they were not stupid.

Otherwise, could you have such a wealth?

The two of them had no hope for Yang Xiaotao's small actions.

But now it seems that the tycoon's brain is really extraordinary.

No, it should be said that the minds of these poor people are not keeping up with other people's circuits.

"What are you shouting at? Isn't it just one hundred million? It's worth it."

"Besides, what is a pit? This is called normal economic exchanges. It is your love and will become a pit when it comes to your mouth."

"Old Master, I must criticize you, my ideological awareness is a little behind."

Yang Xiaotao said calmly, but the old Taoist stretched out his finger, "You, you are still pretending to me here."

"I'm talking about it as if I've seen it. Not to mention 100 million, I just erase two zeros. Have you seen it?"

After hearing this, Yang Xiaotao felt that this problem was a bit tricky. Forget it, let’s keep silent.

After the old Taoist finished speaking, he felt uncomfortable, so he picked up the wine glass and poured it into the glass, then took a sip and dried it.

Old Ye picked up the wine glass and dries it in one gulp.

"One hundred million, half, fifty million, if you count, there should be one hundred million."

"Now, the solar cells are in place."

Hearing Mr. Ye say this, Yang Xiaotao's eyes lit up and he immediately came forward, "Master, have you contacted Master Chen Fang last time?"

When Mr. Ye heard this, he knew Yang Xiaotao’s plan and shook his head, "No, I guess they haven’t made up their mind yet."

"But I think we have to help with this."

Yang Xiaotao nodded, "I have to help you with your busy schedule. We don't need that little money, right?"

The old man on the side squinted his eyes and smiled. Not to mention that Jiubi is rich now.

"But I still want to fight for it."

Hearing this, Mr. Ye didn't say much. He knew that Yang Xiaotao had his own opinions, so he pondered for a moment, and then smiled, "Last time I heard you say you wanted to do satellite communication. I know someone. I studied walkie-phones in the United States before and were very talented in optoelectronic information communication."

"We didn't contact much after we came back, but this guy is a talented person."

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When Yang Xiaotao heard that he didn't care about the Chinese Academy of Sciences, if these two people could really help out, I would pay for it to build a satellite by myself.

At that time, at most, I can say good things to my master and ask my father-in-law to help me, and I will worry about not being able to deliver it to God?

"Master, please tell me quickly, what's going on with this person? Where is it? I'll go find someone tomorrow."

"If such a talent doesn't come to our Ninth Division, we will lose a lot, and he will lose too."

Yang Xiaotao was excited, Old Ye smiled, and then said softly, "This person is called Shu Xingbei. He is younger than me. We can only recognize each other."

"Shu Xingbei? I think I have heard of this name somewhere."

Yang Xiaotao frowned, not sure whether he had heard of it in his previous life or in this life.

But this person should be a celebrity.

Nothing that can be remembered by Yang Xiaotao is simple.

"I don't know where he is now, but I heard a while ago that he agreed to the appointment of Qilu University and went to be a teacher. You can inquire about it."

"Okay, then I have someone in Qilu."

Yang Xiaotao thought of his generous face and immediately had an idea.

The three of them chatted at the dinner table for a while, and it was getting darker, so Yang Xiaotao helped Mr. Ye back to the intermediate courtyard.

Then I went home and saw the lights in the study, and I knew that Dragon Boat Festival was doing homework inside. The expression of grievance on my little face could be seen from a distance.

After thinking for a while, Yang Xiaotao walked into the study, curious about Dragon Boat Festival, picked up the design drawings on the table and started to unfold.

"Dad, is this a plane?"

When the Dragon Boat Festival threw the pencil, his face was full of curiosity.

"Yes, this is the plane designed by Dad."

"oh!"

"Then, dad, what is this?"

"This is the fuel tank inside the plane."

"Where is this?"

"This is a wheel, but it's a buffer device, with hydraulic oil inside..."

Yang Xiaotao explained carefully that the interest in Dragon Boat Festival's eyes became increasingly intense...
Chapter completed!