bestfiction Chapter 100 The Grape Project
Chapter 100 The Grape Project
The next day.
Daishan Nursing Home.
A Hongqi car slowly drove into the courtyard.
"Xiaoming! Come out! I brought you something delicious!" Zhang Liangjun saw Xiaoming drawing in Yang Xiuyuan's office. Besides math, Xiaoming's favorite things were stock trading, and then drawing. Yang Xiuyuan didn't want Xiaoming to play on the computer for too long, fearing it would harm his health. Xiaoming lacked self-control and had no concept of playtime; Yang Xiuyuan always controlled his schedule.
Hearing Zhang Liangjun's call, Xiaoming put down his paintbrush, swung his hands back like prosthetics, leaned forward, and charged towards Zhang Liangjun with a running posture he'd apparently learned from someone.
Fortunately, he knew to slow down, otherwise Zhang Liangjun would have taken three or four steps back even if he hadn't been knocked down!
"Brother Jun, have some candy!"
"Yes, I have them all!" Zhang Liangjun took out Xiaoming's favorite snacks from the trunk, a big bag of them, which made Xiaoming so happy that he spun around in circles.
"My son is back! Come here, let Mom see if you've lost weight." The saintly Yang Xiuyuan treated Zhang Liangjun with genuine kindness, raising him entirely as her own son.
"Mom, Xiaotong said you want me to come back for a visit. Is there something you need?" Zhang Liangjun, carrying the coat he bought for Yang Xiuyuan, pulled her back to the office and sat her down. Xiaoming, clutching snacks, skipped along behind them.
Yang Xiuyuan scolded, "I raised you! Do I need a reason to let you come back? I miss my son and want to see him, is that not allowed?"
Yang Xiuyuan was more direct than Sun Suying, and her feelings for her son were not as subtle. Perhaps she felt that since there was no blood relation between them, being too reserved might prevent her son from feeling her emotions?
"Okay! I'll come back whenever you want! Is Dad still at work?"
“Yes, you know your dad, he works like he’s out of his mind!” Yang Xiuyuan’s tone was full of complaint. Zhang Liangjun knew that she was just worried about Zhang Zhipeng’s health.
Zhang Zhipeng's mental state may be similar to that of the thick, mushy meat in "home-cooked dishes," where he tries to numb himself with a heavy workload.
"Okay, when Dad comes home tonight, I'll talk to him and tell him he should get some rest."
After the mother and son finished the traditional courtesan routine, Yang Xiuyuan finally got to the point, "Actually, there's something else I wanted to do by asking you to come back!"
Zhang Liangjun sat upright and said, "Go ahead and speak! I'm listening."
"I'm asking you, are you really just going to abandon Xiaotong? She'll be over thirty by now! It'll be too late for her to give birth later!"
"I really can't control Xiaotong's situation! She absolutely refuses to get married, and there's nothing I can do! I don't know which fortune teller she was scammed by!" Zhang Liangjun picked a few grapes from the coffee table, ate them, and asked, "These grapes are nice, where did you buy them?"
“We planted these ourselves in the yard. Ever since you let Xiaoming invest in stocks, he’s made some money bit by bit. You also said we should invest this money in this nursing home, so we used some of it to renovate the environment and facilities. When we were renovating the backyard, we planted some fruit trees and built this grape trellis. But because the conditions have improved, more people are coming here.” As Yang Xiuyuan spoke, the wrinkles around her eyes deepened, and she couldn’t hide her smile. Her two sons are both “good people,” which makes her feel very accomplished.
Xiaoming doesn't just make money from stocks; he buys and sells based on intuition. However, he makes more money than he loses, and he can save up a considerable amount of money over the course of a year.
Zhang Liangjun pulled over the trash can, spat out the grape seeds, and asked, "Mom, is there anything else you wanted to tell me to come back?"
Yang Xiuyuan glanced at Zhang Liangjun and said, "Last year, a few new elderly people came to our compound, one of whom was your Aunt Aixia's father, you know?" Yang Xiuyuan pointed to a few old men sunbathing outside. "Your Aunt Aixia has been visiting her father a lot lately, and she's also been chatting with me. We've been talking about the marriage prospects of your generation. She said she introduced her classmate's daughter to her nephew, but it didn't work out. I thought, why don't you meet him too? If it works out, it'll put an end to Xiaotong's hopes. If not, we can at least make friends!"
Although Ji Xiaotong repeatedly denied it, Yang Xiuyuan still believed that Zhang Liangjun was the one who delayed Ji Xiaotong's life. If Zhang Liangjun got married, perhaps Ji Xiaotong would give up and return to normal?
When her "Mother Teresa syndrome" kicks in, she can even do a good deed in the middle of her son's marriage!
"Oh, it really is a blind date!" Although Ji Xiaotong had given him a heads-up, the words "blind date" still struck Zhang Liangjun quite a bit when it came down to it. Zhang Liangjun was lost in memories. It wasn't that he hadn't been on blind dates before. Before the system was available, he was already a thirty-year-old single man, and his parents were very worried about his marriage. They tried every means to find him suitable women, especially during the Chinese New Year period, when their schedules were packed.
Yang Xiuyuan urged Zhang Liangjun, "Well? If you have no objections, I'll talk to your Aunt Aixia, okay?"
“Okay, you decide. But let me make this clear first, it might not work out, and you don’t need to worry too much about me. I think I can handle it myself. I’m so rich, why would I be afraid of not finding a wife?” Zhang Liangjun gave Yang Xiuyuan a heads-up so he could refuse her later.
"Don't you dare do anything reckless, you know? Those people outside only care about your money. If you're going to find someone, find someone with a good heart. I think Xiaotong is pretty good, it's just a pity that the kid is too stubborn!" Yang Xiuyuan said angrily, lightly poking Zhang Liangjun's head with her finger. "Xiaoqu is also quite good! I know what you're thinking! Honestly, can't you give me a break!"
"Okay! Okay! Okay! I'll support you, but this matter isn't urgent. However, I do have something I'd like you to help me with since I came back." Zhang Liangjun decided to find something for Yang Xiuyuan to do, so she wouldn't give him random orders.
"what's up?"
Zhang Liangjun took a document from the car and handed it to Yang Xiuyuan. "This is a planning report for a charitable foundation. You see, my company has reached a certain scale now, so I want to use a portion of the profits for charitable projects. And charitable projects need someone to manage and supervise them, otherwise a good thing can easily turn into a bad thing! And to be on the safe side, I don't plan to solicit funds from the public for this foundation; we'll only do what we can. The foundation hasn't been established yet, so I'd like to ask you to help me with this, so I can feel at ease."
There are several purposes to establishing this fund and having Yang Xiuyuan manage it. First, it allows Yang Xiuyuan to do some work to satisfy her saintly desires. Second, Zhang Zhipeng's position can provide some protection for the fund, preventing it from being intercepted. Third, it can improve the company's image, since it is just a game company, and at this stage, people still have some prejudice against game companies.
"Then I'll think about it, and I'll also have to discuss it with your father." Yang Xiuyuan didn't dare to make a decision on her own. Her status was not ordinary, and she had to consider the consequences of everything she did.