mtlumby2d Chapter 125: How Many Billions Are in the Card
Chapter 125: How Many Billions Are in the Card
modern world.
It was almost noon when Gu Xi woke up. This was her first time absent from work. She immediately sent a message to her supervisor, saying that she had an urgent matter and needed to take a leave of absence today.
Fortunately, she usually worked hard and never made any mistakes. Her supervisor was always tolerant of her and didn't say anything about her asking for leave later.
She saw a message on her phone from Lin Xiaoxuan:
"Sister Xi, those boxes of stuff you have sold have all been sold, and the money has been transferred to your card."
A sales bill is also attached.
This is what Gu Xi asked Lin Xiaoxuan to do. There are so many things in the space, and they must be converted into cash to be useful. Lin Xiaoxuan's network of contacts is much wider than hers, so it is most appropriate for him to handle it.
Although Lin Xiaoxuan has been busy cleaning up the company's mess recently, he always treats Gu Xi's affairs as top priority.
Gu Xi checked the balance of his bank card.
Oh my god! I didn't expect the Turkic royal family's stuff to be so valuable. Just a few boxes of jewelry and antiques were sold for so much money. How many digits are these? Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions, tens of millions...
It was sold for 500 million.
If she sold all her stuff, wouldn't she become the richest person in the world?
Although she had so much money, Gu Xi was still in a bad mood. What happened to the little girls last night was still weighing on her mind.
She slipped into the space villa and saw five little girls still sleeping, but they were sleeping very uneasily.
Their tiny bodies trembled from time to time, and expressions of pain and fear flashed across their tender faces. Even their dreams were shrouded in uneasiness.
Such an unbearable experience is too cruel for such a young child, and it may leave a lifelong shadow. Gu Xi can heal the physical trauma, but how to heal the spiritual trauma?
Gu Xi felt that killing the old pervert with one knife was too easy for him, he should be cut into pieces!
She closed her eyes and asked the system:
"System, is there any way to erase the memories of these children for two days?"
System: "Host, you can try to upgrade your medical skills. Advanced medical skills can erase memories."
Gu Xi tried his third-level medical skills, but it was useless for memory.
It seems that I have to let these children stay in the space for the time being, and try to upgrade them after she completes the task.
Anyway, there is food and drink in the space villa, so it doesn’t matter if Gu Xi supports them for the rest of their lives.
Gu Xi walked out of the villa and saw Gu Ming and his servant who had been thrown on the grass by her. She was so angry that she kicked Gu Ming a few times. This dead pig needs to sleep for a few more hours.
Butler Gu was knocked unconscious by Gu Xi. At this time, he seemed to have recovered a little. He moved his fingers and slowly raised his eyelids. Gu Xi happened to be looking at him, and their eyes met.
Butler Gu: Why am I standing opposite me?
Gu Xi took out the anesthetic gun and immediately gave him another shot.
Worried that the little girls would be scared when they saw the Gu family after waking up, Gu Xi grabbed one in each hand and dragged them into another villa, threw them in a random room, and locked the door.
After leaving the space, Gu Xi checked on the Internet and found that corn is drought-resistant and has a high yield, with one acre producing more than 1,000 kilograms.
So she drove to a seed station in the suburbs, asked about the situation, and asked the boss to write down the planting methods clearly before she started purchasing.
Gu Xi drove to several seed stations before he bought 30,000 bags of corn seeds. One bag was enough to plant two or three acres of land.
She also printed a thick stack of planting methods. There must be literate people in the village, so she will give one to each village.
On the way home, Gu Xi passed by a children's clothing store and walked in. She bought ten sets of princess dresses of different sizes, as well as shoes and socks for little girls.
When she was little, she envied other children for wearing princess dresses and looking like fairies, but her grandmother had a hard time making money, so she never asked for anything.
I am financially independent now, but I am no longer old enough to wear princess dresses.
I hope those little girls will be in a better mood after being dressed beautifully.
After finishing all these, it was already dark and Gu Xi went to bed early.
When I returned to the ancient mansion, it was still dark and the servants had not yet gotten up. The mansion was very quiet.
Gu Xi used his Qinggong skills to arrive at the city gate, and saw Chu Zhao, dressed as Gu Ming, directing the people to line up.
Outside the city, a large number of refugees lined up in dozens of teams, and many more were pouring in.
There used to be a large open space inside the city gate, but now it is filled with mountains of grain.
They did not dare to leave all the food outside the city, for fear that the refugees would scramble for it and the crowds would easily cause stampedes.
Gu Xi took advantage of darkness inside the grain mountain and took out the corn seeds from the space. When distributing the grain later, he could distribute the seeds at the same time.
Seeing Gu Xi coming back, Chu Zhao came over and pointed at the big pots outside the city and offered his treasures:
"Axi, I'm worried that the refugees can't carry the food, so I cooked a few big pots of porridge. When the food is distributed later, I can give them each a bowl."
Gu Xi nodded: "Not bad, very thoughtful."
Chu Zhao felt very happy to be praised.
Then, the two men began to direct the yamen runners and the servants of the Gu Mansion to transport the grain in the city gate out with carts. The refugees could receive grain and corn seeds based on their household registration.
Regardless of whether they are adults or children, each person will receive 30 kilograms of grain and a bag of seeds.
A man in the first row asked in disbelief until the yamen runner asked him to put his fingerprints on it:
"Sir, there are five people in my family. This is the household registration document. Can I really get 150 kilograms of food?"
The yamen runner nodded and said, "Press your fingerprints here, and you can take the grain away. There are also five bags of grain seeds. If you don't know how to plant them, go back to the village and ask the head of the village. The government will teach the head of each village the planting method."
The man quickly pressed his fingerprints.
Then he saw two officers carrying grain in front of him, one bag, two bags, three bags, three bags of fifty kilograms of grain, and five bags of seeds, piled in front of the man, almost reaching his chest.
"Is this really all mine?"
The officer laughed and joked:
"If you don't want it, you don't have to."
"I want it! I want it!" The man threw himself on the food and cried with joy.
"Did you bring a cart? If not, call your family to come and move the food. You can't move so much food by yourself," said the officer.
"We have it, we have it!" the man called out to his fellow villagers loudly. Several households shared a cart.
Most of the runners were from poor families. Although it was hard for them to transport grain all night long, they felt warm in their hearts. Their county magistrate was such a kind man. Not only did he distribute grain and seeds to refugees throughout the county, he also said that after the grain was distributed, he would give each of them a sum of money for their hard work.
Their monthly salary was only two hundred coins.
The refugees who received the food all knelt down and kowtowed, saying, "Thank you, Lord!"
Then he left.