Last year.
After careful consideration.
Mi Hao joined Tang Kai’s Construction Company.
Ling’s crazy infrastructure building, coupled with the booming real estate developnt in Delin Province, caused the company business to rapidly expand. With his existing project managent Experience, he flipped the year and beca the deputy Manager of the project departnt.
The day before yesterday.
That Project ended.
He got promoted to beco the Project Manager of a new Project.
The location is in India.
Honestly.
If it were truly in inland India.
He might have to complain non-stop. But this ti, it’s the Myanmar Bank city loan Project, located on the opposite side of the Myanmar border, making it very convenient to return. The Train takes only six and a half hours to return to Xin’an City.
By Airplane.
Around two hours.
"Are you finished eating?" Mi Hao shouted.
He checked the ti.
It was ti to send his daughter to School.
"Almost."
His daughter ng ng’s voice echoed. Having been through life and death, his daughter was very obedient. When she said "almost", in less than five seconds, he saw her get off the table, run towards him, and grab the backpack on the Sofa.
"Papa, let’s go."
Being able to attend School.
Was sothing she almost didn’t have the chance to do before.
She didn’t mind it one bit.
"Okay."
Mi Hao stood up.
"Mom, we’re going out."
"Rember to buy a bag of rice when you get back, five kilograms will do," his mother said as she cleaned the dishes.
"Okay."
Holding his daughter’s hand, Mi Hao left the house. Since it was the high floors, there was an Elevator. This was quite good for families with elderly and children, so they don’t have to worry about slipping while going up and down the stairs.
In the neighborhood.
There were many taking their kids to School.
The urban expansion in Xin’an City built a lot of city facilities around the Mountainous areas, including neighborhoods, Sanatoriums, Amusent Parks, etc. Their building was the Company family compound, of course, the ownership doesn’t belong to the Company.
It’s rented.
Planned and designed by Myanmar Bank Group.
You have to admit.
The advantage of this is that the layout, Decoration, and all aspects of these houses are extrely complete. The nearby kindergartens, primary Schools, and middle Schools are all available and offer convenient access.
There’s no distinction between good and bad.
Educational fairness.
Is a Policy that Ling strongly enforces.
Strolling out of the neighborhood.
Arriving at the School.
At this ti.
Several security personnel were standing at the entrance, reassuring to see. This place was a comprehensive School, unlike Huaxia, this School is defined as foundational public Education of the country.
To reflect fairness.
Besides Educational training.
Private Schools are not allowed to be run. Even kindergartens are included in the public system.
"I’ll pick you up at noon."
"Okay."
His daughter responded obediently.
Seeing his daughter disappear around the corner, Mi Hao turned around, took the car, and headed to town.
A rare chance to co back.
Xin’an City’s urban area didn’t change much.
Since the past planning was very tight, there are almost no new constructions now, only standing on the high part of a building and looking into the distance, can you see so tower cranes and green curtains stretching into the mountains.
It’s a pity.
The project departnt here is full; he could only go to Delin Province to build a Resort.
After entering the city.
He planned to go see Rong Wei, back then, he and his daughter almost had to sleep on the streets, but were kindly taken to the ergency rescue center. During the Treatnt that followed, they’ve grown familiar with each other.
Before returning to the country.
It was also the other party who suggested that he stay and work.
Chinese New Year last year.
He even went to Rong Wei’s house for the Chinese New Year visit, all Chinese, so communication was barrier-free.
Security Pavilion.
When he arrived, Rong Wei was giving directions to a Westerner.
Mi Hao smiled.
Due to large population mobility, Xin’an City ran at full capacity every day, making police work here very busy. Every few minutes, soone cos up asking this or that, by day’s end, their throat might ache from speaking.
They also have to learn different languages.
To his knowledge.
Besides Chinese and Burse, Rong Wei could converse daily in English, German, French, and Japanese, totaling five languages. Just think about it, practising Actual Combats every day, wanting to not learn is tough.
Taking the initiative.
Learning multiple languages isn’t an issue.
After sending off the couple who asked for directions, Rong Wei saw Mi Hao.
"Mi Hao."
Rong Wei happily beckoned him over.
"Bro Rong," Mi Hao walked over.
"How long are you staying this ti?"
"One and a half days, leaving tomorrow afternoon." Mi Hao had only two days off; he rushed back last night and must head to Langyu County the day after tomorrow morning for the assembly. Unlike him, many people don’t have family here, and might have gone ahead.
"So hurried."
"Yes."
"Where to?"
"India."
"You an the city loan Project?" How could Rong Wei not know about this Project, worth several billion, although he doesn’t understand Ling’s spending, whether it’s just to internationalize the Asia Dollar.
They still supported it.
After all.
To this day, Ling hasn’t missed. Everything now also results from Ling’s efforts. They unconditionally trust Ling’s decisions - though a bit overly worshipping, they think it’s right.
With one’s own strength.
In just a few short years.
From thatched cottages to Skyscrapers, even magic isn’t this miraculous.
"Right, fortunately it’s close to Langyu County."
"Then be safe."
"Don’t worry, I’m not fooling around. Besides, I’ve heard India’s law enforcent is quite good, much better compared to Africa." At this mont, Mi Hao felt a bit anxious.
City Loan.
Now India.
Will it expand to Africa? And then our Company secures the tender, and I’m sent there?
The possibility is not small.
Thinking about it.
It’s a little scary.
To not interrupt work, Mi Hao only chatted for a few minutes and invited Rong Wei to dinner at ho, to which Rong Wei gladly accepted. Afterwards, they went to a large supermarket in town, where Mi Hao bought lots of delicious food.
Seafood.
Fruit.
Snacks.
If he liked sothing, he put it in the basket.
After working at the Company for over half a year, post-probation Wages went up significantly. He soon repaid the loan for his daughter’s Treatnt, having so surplus, in early years. Normally, he didn’t invest in Stocks, but hearing that Tang Qing’s Company is Going Public on the Myanmar stock market.
He took a leap.
Sold his dostic house.
He wasn’t impulsive.
But there were too many ’cases’ around him.
Last October.
Ling opened the Stock market, at the ti he had already entered the Company, but didn’t notice this Investnt opportunity, because he was on probation, only wanted to work, stubbornly missed that opportunity.
After that.
Everyone saw.
Skyrocketing all the way.
Many people doubled, even tripled their Property.
In the following months, the price continued to soar, as more capital poured in, further driving the price higher. Many local Chinese colleagues around him earned tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands.
Thus.
Mi Hao was tempted.
Hesitated for a long ti.
After New Year.
Knowing Tang Qing’s enterprise is Going Public here, and even the dostic market seed to allow Account movent. He realized if he missed this chance, he would have to slap himself a few tis.
Selling the house.
Since he was a formal employee of Tang Kai’s Company.
The place allowed him to open an Account.
Sold his house for two hundred ninety thousand, he bought all of Tang Qing’s Qingyuan Technology shares, and it turned out that his Luck was on his side. That day, his Stocks rose nearly sixty percent, because the average Stock price was high.
In the days that followed.
Rising.
Rising.
Rising.
In the later part of last month, the Stock price of Qingyuan Technology he owned had already risen to six hundred fifty thousand, more than doubled. Then, the interconnection of Huaxia Securities Accounts encouraged the price to start leaping, though the first batch wasn’t large.
Until today.
The two hundred ninety thousand turned into seven hundred seventy thousand.
A bicycle turned into a motorbike.
Much better than working.
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