Reborn with a Cell Phone 2007

Ji Shulang changed his clothes as soon as he got home. Although the flying fish suit looked handsome, it made him feel itchy all over when he wore it. Ji Shumiao called it "handsome shame".

During lunch, Ji Shumiao talked about his plan to start an Internet technology company: "There are more and more Internet users in our country. It will only be one or two years before the number of Internet users exceeds that of the United States. The Internet industry will definitely be the next outlet. Let's register a company first and train a group of our own talents. It doesn't need a big place..."

Ji Shumiao suddenly remembered: "Didn't we buy three old houses before, and there is still one that hasn't been demolished? It's fine to leave it there, just buy a few high-configuration computers. At this stage, it can be used as a water army, and in the future it will be a cash cow and treasure pot..."

We will be able to mine Bitcoin next year, and we should be able to carry the banner in two to three years at most. At the very least, it will be the first year of China's mobile Internet. By then, money will surely flow into our homes.

Ji Shumiao held his cheeks with both hands, his eyes shining with golden light, and his eyes were full of glittering gold ingots.

"This money-grubber!" Qin Rong loved her so much that she pinched the soft flesh on her face curiously.

Ji Zhenhua: "Mom and Dad will definitely support you, but can you handle it? Your eyes were all dark circles a while ago."

"Heh." Ji Shumiao narrowed his eyes, "Why don't you help me? You say you care about your precious daughter, but you actually do nothing! How hypocritical!"

"Did you hear that? I'm calling you!" Qin Rong slapped him on the arm, "You're not working hard as a father."

Ji Zhenhua felt wronged: "I don't understand those things, how can I help?"

"Heh." Ji Shumiao crossed his arms and asked, "Did you attend the management class seriously? How did you score in the last quiz? The teacher said you even brought the wrong book to class. Your daughter got full marks in Chinese, math and English in the final exam, how come you got it wrong..."

Ji Zhenhua took out a thick red envelope and slapped it in front of her: "It's hush money. Let's not talk about studying. We still have a father-daughter relationship."

Ji Shumiao squeezed the red envelope, and a cute little fat mouse fell out of it. He weighed it in his hand and found it was solid. Ji Shumiao smiled and flattered, and said in a sweet voice: "Thank you, Dad~ I love you the most~"

Ji Zhenhua: "Oh, what a face."

Brother Lang also received an identical golden mouse. Ji Shiqian scolded him for being unethical and for not informing him in advance, leaving him unprepared.

Ji Shumiao smiled and replied: "It's okay, we can plan for next year now. Ah~ next year, won't I have two golden bulls~"

In the afternoon, Brother Lang went to the community basketball court to play basketball. Ji Shumiao changed into sportswear and took his dusty tennis racket to go with him.

After studying for a few months, Ji Shumiao was still at the entry level. She was so busy that she didn't attend many classes, and there was no one to practice with her. There was no tennis court in the community, so Ji Shumiao could only play on the badminton court.

It was the same today. Ji Shumiao, who couldn't find anyone to play with, played against the wall for a while, but felt it was boring, so he carried his racket to the indoor basketball hall to find Brother Lang.

The basketball court was quite lively. Brother Lang was playing three-on-three with a few teenagers. Luo Yixian was also among them. He cooperated well with Brother Lang and scored points one after another.

There was a giant fat guy sitting next to the basketball court. He was short and strong, with a silly look on his face. His eyes were closely following the figure of Luo Yixuan on the court, and it was really funny to see him stop and start.

Ji Shumiao leaned over and asked, "Who are you to Brother Xuan?"

Ju Pang was horrified: "How do you know he is my brother?!"

"..."

Now I know.

Ji Shumiao smiled and said, "I guessed."

"Oh, you're so smart!" Ju Pang spoke slowly, but his praise was sincere. When he looked back at the court, he was suddenly panicked: "Where's my brother? Where's my brother? Where's my brother who's so old?"

"..." Ji Shumiao pointed at Luo Yixian who was passing the ball to Lang Ge on the court, "Isn't that the one in white over there?"

The fat man scratched his head and muttered, "White clothes, I thought he was wearing black clothes just now, but there are two people wearing white clothes."

"The other one is my brother."

"You have a brother, and I have a brother, too. We both have one brother, but why do we have two brothers in white clothes?"

"..."

Ji Shumiao then realized that something was wrong with the child and that he had some intellectual disabilities, so he slowed down his speech and patiently explained to him: "You have a brother, and I have a brother, so we have two brothers."

Fatty nodded, not quite understanding: "Two brothers."

"My name is Ji Shumiao, what's your name?"

"My name is Luo Yizhu."

Ji Shumiao suppressed his laughter and asked, "Is your mother's name Huanian?"

Luo Yizhu widened his eyes in surprise: "How do you know everything?"

Ji Shumiao raised his head and burst into laughter. My goodness, the two brothers are the victims of their parents' show of affection! Fortunately, Dazhu doesn't care, otherwise I don't know what he would do.

"What a nice name!" Ji Shumiao patted his shoulder and praised.

Luo Yizhu didn't know what she was laughing at, so he also smiled foolishly: "After mom went to heaven, dad changed my and my brother's names."

"I'm sorry." Ji Shumiao put away all his smiles in an instant.

Damn it, how could I have forgotten that this poem was a memorial to my deceased wife.

Luo Yizhu had a question mark in his head: "Why do you want to say sorry?"

Ji Shumiao sighed: "You don't have an antenna, I can't explain it to you."

Luo Yizhui looked up and patted his head, then found that he indeed had no antenna, so he stopped asking.

"Do you want chocolate?" He pulled out a handful of gold-foil wrapped chocolate balls from his pocket. "All for you."

"Thank you." Ji Shumiao took two from him, "I just want these."

The two of them sat together peeling the chocolate. Luo Yizhui had thick and fat fingers and no nails, so he couldn't pick up the edge of the gold foil.

Ji Shumiao put the peeled chocolate in his hand and exchanged it for an unpeeled one.

Luo Yizhu smiled innocently: "Thank you... What's your name?"

Ji Shumiao thought about it and thought that maybe his name was too complicated for him to remember, so he said, "My name is Boss, you can call me Boss from now on."

"Oh, Boss." Luo Yizhu nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "Thank you, Boss."

"Good~"

This was definitely the little brother who called his boss the most sincerely. Ji Shumiao peeled the second chocolate for him with satisfaction.

Luo Yixuan in the basketball court saw the whole scene, and when he was distracted, his opponent found the opportunity to shoot and score.

Ji Shulang punched him in dissatisfaction: "Has your brain mutated into a jujube? You can't even play basketball anymore?"

Luo Yixian raised his chin and motioned him to look at the two kids who were chatting happily on the sidelines. Luo Yizhui was talking to Ji Shumiao about something and was gesturing with his hands open.

"I rarely see him so happy."

Ji Shulang couldn't hide his pride in his tone: "My sister has special abilities, she's like a little sun."

As the sky gradually darkened, the people on the court were called home one after another. The remaining people were also tired, so they dispersed and went home to find their own mothers.

Luo Yizhu held a golden ball made of waste newspaper and gold foil, and reluctantly said goodbye to Ji Shumiao: "Goodbye, Boss!"

Ji Shumiao smiled and waved to him: "Goodbye, Dazhu!"

Luo Yixian reminded gently: "There is also Brother Lang."

"Goodbye, big brother."

Lang Ge, who had lost his name, waved and said, "Goodbye, brother Yixian."

Dazhu frowned and corrected him: "I am Yizhu's younger brother. How come you are as stupid as me? You can't even tell my name from my brother's. You don't act like the smart older brother at all."

Ji Shulang: “…”

"Hahaha!" Ji Shumiao clapped his hands and laughed, "Yes, he is not smart. If a family has two children, only one will be smart. Since he is my brother, you should forgive him and don't bother with him."

Brother Lang: “…”

Luo Yizhu suddenly realized: "So that's how it is. No wonder my classmates all have smart brothers and sisters... In my family, the elder brother is smart. Fortunately, the elder brother is smart."

Luo Yixian: "Let's go."

"Brother, wait for me." Luo Yizhu hurriedly chased after him, "Brother, brother, brother..."

Luo Yixuan slowed down and waited for him to catch up.

"Brother, don't be angry." Dazhu carefully tugged at the corner of his clothes.

"I'm not angry." Luo Yixian smiled and asked him, "Are you having fun playing with Miaomiao?"

"Who is Miaomiao?"

"That's your boss."

"Happy, very happy." Luo Yizhu held the golden ball in both hands and squeezed it. "Except for the teacher and you, other smart people would not talk to me so much. She also taught me how to make this ball. The eldest sister is so smart. She knows everything."

"If...if she..." Luo Yizhu lowered his head, "If I were as smart as her, my mother wouldn't have gone to heaven."

Luo Yixian sniffed his sore nose and comforted him with words he had said countless times: "Mom died of illness, it's not your fault."

"But, but if I were smart, I would know how to save her."

Luo Yixian rubbed his big furry head and said, "You have done a good job. You called me and Dad right away, didn't you?"

Luo Yizhui's tears fell like beads from a broken string: "But...but I can't find the medicine, and I don't know how to give first aid...I can't find it no matter how hard I look...Dad never comes back, he never comes back, he blames me for being a fool."

As fate would have it, when his mother had an asthma attack that day, young Luo Yizhui was the only one at home.

"No, Mom doesn't blame you, and neither does Dad and I. Dad is working in Africa because of work needs, so he won't come back." Luo Yixuan changed the subject, "Do you want to go to school with the eldest brother?"

"Think! Can I?" Luo Yizhui immediately raised his head, with crystal tears still on his face.

Luo Yixian raised his hand to wipe away the tears on his face: "Of course. The teacher said that you have made great progress. If you work hard, you can transfer from the ordinary school to the smart school in the second half of the year. Then you can go to school with your boss."

Dazhu clenched his fists, his eyes determined: "I will definitely do my best!"