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Chapter 65 Goodbye Dad
  Song Xiaoran's smile became sweeter and sweeter. She squinted her eyes like a little fox and looked at Qian Zhongkai: "Grandpa Qian, can I give you two bottles of Maotai every month from now on?"

After hearing about Song Xiaoran's astonishing income, Qian Zhongkai already had the mentality of taking advantage of the rich: "That's a good relationship."

Song Xiaoran continued to play: "I can often bring someone to drink with you. He should be quite good at drinking."

"Okay, okay." Qian Zhongkaile was happy. His children were all in other places. As a standard left-behind old man in the local area with only one eldest sister who called him Ergouzi, it was a pity that he had good wine and no one to drink with him. .

Qian Zhongkai smiled for a while and was suddenly startled: "Xiao Ran, do you have anything to ask me about?"

Song Xiaoran stopped hiding and exposed the fox's tail: "Hey, I have something to ask of you!"

She took out two pages of paper from her bag, on which she drew a schematic diagram of the equipment for brewing milk tea and sealing paper cups from memory, and included a long paragraph of text explanation:
  "Grandpa Qian, I want to ask you to design and manufacture this kind of equipment. Take a look, is it complicated?"

Qian Zhongkai took it, put on his glasses, looked at it carefully for a while, put it down, and smiled coldly: "Complex? Huh, the graduation projects I did when I was in school were ten times more complicated than this."

"Wow! Let me tell you, for a technical guy like you, that's really a piece of cake."

Start flattering!
  Qian Zhongkai was shocked, and his overbearing aura suddenly emerged: "I can come up with the design draft at night, and then find a small factory to help you make molds and start manufacturing. In ten days and a half, I should be able to mass produce on the production line ”

"Um, Grandpa Qian, stop for a minute," Song Xiaoran was startled, "I don't have the financial strength for mass production yet. I think I can order five sets first. How much will it cost."

Qian Zhongkai did the math: "Including materials and labor, one set costs about 1000 yuan."

Song Xiaoran was overjoyed. The price was much lower than she expected.

The main reason is that the design fee is free, and the design is made by a big engine developer. They are all optimal solutions, saving time and materials. It is a bit like killing a chicken with a bull's-eye.

Song Xiaoran said proudly: "Then I'll do ten sets first!"

Qian Zhongkai nodded: "Okay, leave this matter to me."

"Grandpa Qian, thank you so much. I think I will use your name to apply for a patent in the future. You will have a share of the profits generated from selling the equipment in the future."

After selling milk tea, we sell raw materials, patents and equipment.

There are both losses and profits when opening a store, but selling patents, equipment, and one set only costs money, and you only make profits without losing money!

The income from this is huge, very huge, huge and scary.

Qian Zhongkai waved his hand and said calmly, "You can keep it for yourself, I still need the three melons and two dates you gave me, this little kid!"

Song Xiaoran advised: "Although I won't sell the equipment for the time being, in the future..."

Qian Zhongkai's expression changed, as if Song Xiaoran would give up if he spoke any more.

Well, Grandpa Qian probably hasn’t realized how big these three melons and two dates are.

Song Xiaoran didn’t insist anymore, let’s talk about it later.

After chatting for a while, Song Xiaoran declined Grandpa Qian's invitation to play chess, feeling a little regretful that he didn't kill Grandpa Qian to show his strength.

I'm too busy, I have too many things planned to do recently, and I don't have any happy leisure time.

Song Xiaoran came out of Qian Zhongkai's office and went straight to Song Wenxuan's office.

Although I haven't visited my father in the past few days, I still have a general understanding of the news there.

My uncle called me a few days ago and told me that my father had basically recovered and would be back in charge of the factory this Monday.

After hearing that her father's health was fine, she was not in a hurry to visit her home over there. It wasn't just Liu Xiuwen's fault, she found that the way Song Xiran looked at her last time was getting more and more strange, and she didn't know where she offended her.

I wasn't planning on having a close relationship, so I just couldn't help feeling upset.

Song Xiaoran came to her father's office in a familiar way. Zhang Yi was transferred away, and the secretary was replaced by an unfamiliar young man.

He was about twenty-six or seventeen years old. He introduced himself as Yao and Haiyang.

Yao Haiyang greeted Song Xiaoran and carefully observed Miss Song, who was said to have turned the tide in high-level meetings. Especially her identity as a fake daughter made her even more legendary.

I have to say that no matter who Song Xiaoran treats, his clear and equal eyes are very approachable.

"Brother Yao, you are busy, I can just go in by myself."

Song Xiaoran pushed the door open and entered Song Wenxuan's inner room, where he was reviewing documents.

Although he had heard the greetings between his daughter and Yao Haiyang early, and he had not seen her in the past few days and missed her in his heart, he still did not raise his head.

There is no other way. The people under this document are waiting for instructions.

Seeing that her father was busy, Song Xiaoran sat down obediently and waited for 5 minutes.

Finally, Song Wenxuan put down the document and called Secretary Yao to come in and take it away. Finally, he had time to say a few words to his daughter:

"I've been really busy lately."

Song Xiaoran nodded to express his understanding. Dad has recently been working on optimizing the structure. The factory is also preparing for restructuring. There must be more things to do:
  "Dad, take care of yourself."

Song Wenxuan's heart felt warm, and he moved his stiff neck a little, feeling much better: "Recently, the factory is going to undergo joint-stock reform and form a group operation with other factories in this large factory. There are really too many things to do."

"Wow, then dad will no longer be the director of the factory, but the chairman of the group!" Song Xiaoran blinked, and the chairman would definitely shout louder than the factory director.

Song Wenxuan waved his hands and didn't want to talk about this kind of thing in front of his daughter: "Why do you, a busy man, have time to come here today? You didn't go to pick up my dad after he was discharged from the hospital, and you didn't go back home."

Hearing his father's tone gradually developing into a plaintive tone, Song Xiaoran quickly put on a big smile:
  "Dad, don't be angry, I'm busy working to make money! Look, I bought you a gift as soon as I earned the first month's money."

Song Xiaoran took out a beautifully wrapped gift about one foot long from his bag and presented it to his father with both hands: "Dad, this is for you!"

Song Wenxuan took it. This was the first time he received a gift from his children.

On the outside, he was still calm and emotionless, but inside, he was not so calm.

This is a feeling I've never had before.

The welcome and delivery of gifts for adults is more of a way of exchanging benefits.

There is an element of emotion, but not much.

And the gift in my hand is pure and abundant emotion.

Song Wenxuan's heart was full of mixed feelings for a while. He felt a sense of accomplishment that our daughter had grown up, but he also had a slight sense of loss that only a lonely old man could have.

My daughter has really grown up!
  She is no longer the little girl who covered her head under the quilt with her bare feet exposed and played hide-and-seek with herself.

(End of this chapter)