Reborn with a Cell Phone 2007

As the Chinese New Year approaches, Ji Shumiao becomes busy again. Several companies are busy closing their accounts at the end of the year, which exposes many financial problems.

In his previous life, Ji Shumiao was forced by Zhou Hui to take so many courses, and his worst grade was CPA. Now facing the accounts, he felt as powerless as a eunuch going to a brothel.

The financial directors of several companies are all mediocre in ability, and there has been no good news from the headhunters, which is really a headache.

Qingqing had been helping her these days, starting from doing odd jobs and learning how to be a qualified assistant. In any case, it saved Ji Shumiao a lot of worry about trivial matters.

Qingqing became more and more adept at what she did: "I think I have found my life goal. I want to be your assistant for the rest of my life."

Ji Shumiao was tortured by the financial statements and his eyes were silent. Hearing this, he raised his head and said, "Your target cannot be me, it can only be yourself."

Qingqing smiled and shook her head: "No, I just think I am very suitable for this job. I am indecisive, I have no judgment, no decisiveness, and no creativity. But I have perseverance and willpower. If you want me to accomplish something, I will definitely do my best to accomplish it. I will do whatever you point me to do. We are the best partners!"

Ji Shumiao said with a straight face: "Don't fight to the death at any time. I don't want you to fight to the death."

"Don't worry, I'm just making an analogy."

Ji Shumiao finally breathed a sigh of relief and pinched his brows tiredly: "After get off work, call Brother Lang to go home for dinner."

There were guests at home. It was Grandma Su Ziwan who came to pay back the money and give New Year gifts.

Grandma Su comes over every once in a while. Her coming home is not unusual, but what is unusual is that Grandpa Suhe, with a rosy face, sits next to her!

"Grandpa Su, are you...are you okay?" Ji Shumiao seemed to be looking at the ninth wonder of the world.

Su He touched the crutch beside him and answered her with a smile: "I can't walk very well yet, but everything else is fine."

He was the one who was diagnosed by the doctor as being paralyzed forever.

Ji Shumiao was shocked and confused. He scratched his head and didn't know what to say.

"Thank you for helping me back then. I thought I should come and thank you." Su He smiled and held his wife's hand. "Thank you for sticking with me, an old man."

During this year, Su Ziyuan has been treating him with traditional Chinese medicine, and has never stopped using acupuncture and herbal medicine.

After hearing the whole story, Ji Shumiao was shocked - she had no idea how powerful Chinese medicine was.

Everyone was happy for Grandpa Su and insisted on keeping them for dinner, and then asked the driver to take them home.

Grandma teased Grandma Su: "You have no reason to refuse this time."

Because she was worried about Grandpa Su at home, Grandma Su always came in a hurry, and left in a hurry after putting down the things.

Grandma Su smiled and said, "It would be disrespectful to refuse."

There was a medicinal meal for dinner, which was the recipe given by the old expert from Shanghai. Every now and then, the family would make it for Ji Shumiao according to the recipe.

When they saw the medicinal meal being served, Grandpa Su and Grandma Su looked dazed for a moment.

"Can...can I try it?" Grandpa Su's fingers trembled slightly as he pointed at the dish.

After tasting the food carefully, the two old men looked at each other with serious expressions.

Qin Rong asked anxiously, "Is there something wrong with this medicinal diet? Miaomiao has been eating it for more than a year, so there should be no problem, right?"

Xie Cuilan quickly took out the medicinal recipe and showed it to the two old people: "Please take a look."

Grandpa Su He took it with trembling hands, tears in his eyes: "This... This is the recipe left by our master. Where did you get it from?"

Qin Rong: "She is an expert in child nutrition in Shanghai."

"What's your last name?" Su Ziwan asked anxiously.

Qin Rong couldn't remember clearly, but Ji Shumiao remembered: "It should be the surname Cao."

Su He: "Is his name Cao Fengteng?"

Ji Shumiao thought for a moment and said, "It seems to be this name."

After the two old men calmed down a little, they told them about the past. In short, they had a junior fellow apprentice, who was also an orphan adopted by the master. During the turbulent times, they were separated while seeking refuge.

The two old people were surprised and filled with emotion. At this age, there is nothing more touching than to know that their loved ones are still alive and well.

Su Ziyuan smiled with tears in her eyes: "Xiaofeng is now in his seventies. He was only this tall when he separated from us."

Ji Shumiao agreed to help them contact each other, hoping that they could meet soon. Before the two old men left, they thanked him and told him, "If he doesn't want to see us, don't force him. Just know that he is doing well."

After all, so many years have passed, and they were worried about disturbing the life of this junior fellow apprentice.

Ji Shumiao agreed to all of them.

Things went unexpectedly smoothly and quickly. Ji Shumiao contacted the hospital the next morning and explained the whole story to the staff. At noon, he received a call from Mr. Cao Fengteng.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier!" Mr. Cao complained angrily on the other end of the phone.

"I...I see you've been busy all morning..."

Cao Fengteng then noticed that the call was connected, and asked impatiently: "Do you know Su He and Su Ziyuan? Where are they? Are they doing well? Can I go to see them now?"

Ji Shumiao responded quickly and answered one by one: "I know them. They are in Beijing and are doing well. If you want to come, tell me your flight number and we will pick you up."

"Book me a flight! The fastest flight to Beijing!" Cao Fengteng shouted before continuing, "Okay, I... I'll book a time and then..."

Ji Shumiao: "I'll give you their phone numbers first. You can contact them first. Please remember them."

After Mr. Cao finished listening to her call, he hung up with a click.

Ji Shumiao touched his nose, seeming to be really anxious.

Not to mention how touching, mixed with joy and tears, the scene was when Mr. Cao talked on the phone with Grandpa Su and Grandma Su.

Mr. Cao came to Beijing that afternoon accompanied by his family. Ji Shumiao asked the driver to pick up Grandpa Su and Grandma Su to meet them at the airport. The three elderly people who had been separated for half a century hugged each other and cried for a long time at the airport.

Ji Shumiao arranged a hotel for them to reminisce about the past. He originally didn't want to disturb them, but the three old people insisted on inviting their family to dinner and thank them, so Ji Shumiao and his friends had to go.

In the hotel box, Mr. Cao raised his glass to apologize to Ji Shumiao: "I was confused at noon, very anxious, and had a bad attitude. Please don't mind it, little friend. Just treat me as an old and confused person, don't bother with me."

Ji Shumiao comforted him with a few words, saying that he didn't mind, and clinked glasses with him with tea instead of wine.

During the dinner, Ji Shumiao also learned the story of Mr. Cao.

After he got separated from his senior fellow students, he was saved by a western doctor. He followed the doctor to immigrate to Singapore and married the doctor's daughter. He returned to China after the reform and opening up and invested in building a hospital, which is the hospital where he now practices.

Ji Shumiao exclaimed: "You are a major shareholder, and you still insist on seeing patients every day!"

Mr. Cao snorted angrily: "If I were not a shareholder, I would not prescribe medicine when I see patients, and those medical representatives would eat me alive!"

These words were said without any shame, revealing the family's shortcomings in front of so many strangers. Mr. Cao's children and grandchildren all looked unhappy.

Ji Shumiao realized that he had said something wrong and quickly changed the subject to talk about family matters.

Late at night, on the way home in the car, Ji Shumiao kept sighing...

Brother Lang couldn't bear to watch it anymore: "What are you doing?"

Ji Shumiao wailed, wanting to cry but unable to, "I can't get what I want, it's really too painful for me!"

Ji Zhenhua quickly said: "Tell Dad what you want and he will buy it for you."

Ji Shumiao looked at him expressionlessly and said, "I want a financial company to make money, a pharmaceutical research and development company to make medicine, a hospital that combines Chinese and Western medicine, a company that makes mobile phones, and the Shenglang Group Building to stand on the land of China."

Ji Zhenhua touched his nose with a wandering look in his eyes: "Then you think about it carefully, Dad, I can't do anything."

"Ah..." Ji Shumiao wailed and groaned on the back of the chair.

It hurts so much! My ambition is too big and my ability is too small. It hurts so much!