Reborn with a Cell Phone 2007

There have been calls from the international community for China to make its earthquake prediction technology public. Among them, countries with frequent earthquakes such as Japan, Indonesia, Chile, and the United States have been the most vocal. In response, my country's foreign ministry spokesperson said: Prediction technology? What prediction technology? We don't have such a thing. We just wanted to do a national exercise. Who knew we would run into this by chance? What a coincidence.

Regardless of whether other countries believe it or not, the Chinese government and most citizens have now agreed that there is no such thing. The public thinks that the government has a secret that cannot be made public, and they are proud and happy while making up jokes and memes, and the whole country is filled with a happy atmosphere.

The scenario of "when one side is in trouble, all sides come to its aid" is staged once again, and the four characters "a country prospers in times of adversity" are once again written on the blackboard of the temporary school in the disaster area. This time, there is no longer sadness in people's eyes, but more of longing and hope for a better future.

After fulfilling a great wish, Ji Shumiao has been full of energy these days. She works during the day, scolds people when she has time, and studies at night. Every day is packed with wonderful things. After her unremitting efforts and continuous high-level output, the ID YiAmiao has been regarded as the god of online trolls by many netizens, and the name Miaoshen has spread on major websites.

On May 5th, Lu Binghe, who hadn't been seen for half a month, suddenly came to visit and brought Ji Shumiao a gift from a senior leader.

The twelve large characters on the exquisitely mounted scroll are vigorous and powerful, with the brush strokes flowing smoothly: Confucian character, Legalist mind, Buddhist compassion.

Ji Shumiao was so excited that he kept stamping his feet—the idol’s inscription, the idol’s inscription, the idol’s inscription!

Lu Binghe rolled up the scroll and handed it to her with both hands: "The leader said that this is a gift and also a spur."

Praise me, praise me, praise me, praise me!

Ji Shumiao held the scroll, grinning foolishly and unable to utter a single word. There was no trace of his usual eloquent self, replaced by tongue-tiedness.

The Ji family invited Lu Binghe to have dinner with them, but Lu Binghe, who looked tired and had an unshaven beard, politely declined. He had not been home for a long time and was extremely tired. He just said he would visit them another day.

Ji Shumiao finally regained some of his sanity and chased to the door and said to Lu Binghe: "Uncle Binghe, please thank the big leader for me."

Lu Binghe waved his hand and said, "When he is done with his work, you can go and thank him yourself."

What Ji Shumiao was holding in his arms was not a scroll, but a thigh! The thickest and strongest thigh!

Everyone in the Ji family was equally excited, and they wanted to build a shrine to worship the calligraphy.

Ji Zhenhua sighed: "I suddenly feel that our house is not worthy of this calligraphy."

"Isn't this true?" Qin Rong asked back.

Ji Zhenhua whispered to his wife, "Our current house is indeed a little small. It has become even more crowded since Tongtong was born. Miaomiao and Langge are also grown up..."

What they say won't count in this matter; they still have to discuss it with Ji Shiqian and Qin Yun.

Ji Shumiao heard it, covered his mouth and asked in a low voice: "How about we do it all at once, buy a piece of land and build a few villas?"

Qin Rong smiled and said, "Ideals are great, but our family's savings are very skinny."

Deposit killer Ji Shumiao laughed and stuck out his tongue.

Business expansion requires a lot of capital. Except for Shuxianghe and Luwei hotpot restaurants that are currently self-sufficient, Cha Sanmei and building materials companies that are in the expansion stage are spending money to expand production and occupy the market. The currently small-scale Tonghuali is not worth mentioning. It is said to be an Internet technology company, but its biggest function at present is hype marketing.

Ji Shumiao initially said that he would not pay them, but he gave Luo Yixuan and Zhou Hui 1,200 yuan every month. The other friends did not receive any salary, but the snacks, fruits, and drinks they consumed in Tonghua were their biggest expense.

The dozens of kilograms of gold left by my great-grandmother are almost gone, and the family's liquid funds are only a few million yuan, which is not enough to buy land, let alone build a villa.

The company can't keep spending money like this, and my family doesn't have the money to continue spending, so we have to go to the bank for a loan.

"My family is so poor!" Ji Shumiao raised his head and yelled unhappily, "We can't even afford a courtyard house of several thousand square meters!"