Rebirth of the tea art man

Chapter 243 Lin Family's New Year

Pay off the 1377 million debt of the uncle's family, plus 20 in cash, it is almost 1400 million.

Lin Cheng's net worth seems to be huge. There are a lot of companies, a lot of copyrights, and several celebrities are working for him.

However, there is only so much spare money on hand that he can really use without worrying about any sequelae.

Once this money was spent, plus the 75 for buying Alpha, and all kinds of expenses during the Chinese New Year, Lin Cheng's card balance was actually only a pitiful 2 before the release fee on February 10.

It's hard to imagine how much impact this has on a 19-year-old boy?
However, this money should be spent or spent. It is not only for my father to settle this heartache, but also to buy myself a good reputation in my hometown. At worst, this year's Chinese New Year will be more difficult and I will spend less money.

"Carving raw flowers in the hand,
The blade twists and turns into a picture,
Famous merit tower,
It's someone's house by the bridge,
The spring breeze bypasses the red yarn at the tip of the hair..."

On the newly bought 60-inch LCD TV in the living room, this year's Spring Festival Gala is playing.Lin Yun'er changed her sweet and lovely image in the past, and dressed in bright red clothes, dancing to the heartstrings of thousands of boys in front of the TV.

"Tell me, why don't you go to the Spring Festival Gala?"

Dad Lin Zhenghua kowtowed the sunflower seeds, and suddenly complained.

"Isn't this just to celebrate the New Year with you at home! If I go to Yanjing, who will you have the New Year's Eve dinner with?" Lin Cheng doesn't like cracking melon seeds or peeling peanuts. He even eats hickory nuts directly of walnuts.

As the most popular talented singer last year, the program group of the Spring Festival Gala naturally invited him to participate.

However, Lin Cheng refused.

For other entertainers and stars, it is unimaginable to refuse the Spring Festival Gala.

Fortunately, Lin Cheng's identities are different. At least he is a man who has replaced the national football team to win glory for the country. He is also young and ignorant, plus his status as a super student and top scorer in the college entrance examination. If he doesn't go, he won't go. It doesn't matter.

At least, two of Lin Cheng's artists, Chen Shiying and Lin Yun'er, both participated in the recording of the Spring Festival Gala.

One sang the new song "Bubble", which became a hit.

The other is "Red Zhaoyuan", which was sung and danced under the guidance of Lin Cheng, which changed the original style.

"Tsk tsk, as expected of my son, he is filial enough!"

Lin Zhenghua patted his shoulder with a look of relief.

"By the way, Dad, I arranged two positions for you and my mother in the company. You don't have to go to work, you just get a salary, you can pay social security, pay pension, and on the other hand There is still a salary of 2 yuan, which should be regarded as pocket money from my son."

50 per month for one person, [-] per month for two parents, and a pre-tax income of almost [-] per year.

Of course, Lin Cheng can ask for a higher salary, asking for a monthly salary of 20, [-], or even [-].

It's just that it's all my own company's own money. The higher the salary, the higher the individual tax, which is not necessary.

In fact, my parents still have nearly 200 million spare cash on hand. After half a year, the resettlement house will be demolished, and there will be two houses for rent. There is no shortage of money.

The several cars in the family are all under the name of Lin Cheng's company. Every year, various insurance maintenance costs, and even the gas money for driving are reimbursed by the company.

Arranging two jobs for them to receive their salaries is also to have more protection. The purpose of five social insurances and one housing fund may be greater than the salary itself.

My father is 50 years old this year, and my mother is only 48 years old this year. She has just reached middle age and has a long life.

"Would it be bad if you did this? Wouldn't it be illegal?" Lin Zhenghua asked worriedly.

"What law is it against? That company is 100% my sole proprietorship, the company's money is my money, and I have the final say on the entire company." Lin Cheng explained helplessly.

Lin Cheng took the money earned by the company and handed it over to his parents, with several taxes deducted in the process.

It is much more convenient for parents to receive wages directly from the company. They pay on time every month, pay five insurances and one housing fund, and at the same time increase the company's operating costs and deduct profits.

Just like the luxury cars that Lin Cheng bought were all under the name of his own company, the same is true.

Luxury car brands such as BMW and Mercedes-Benz sometimes even directly promote this when advertising, asking you to buy their luxury cars.

Buying a car counts as cost, and annual insurance and fuel costs, maintenance and repairs also count as cost, and even the annual depreciation of luxury cars can be converted into cost.

Some 4S stores just write these on the bright side so aboveboard, and teach you how to do it step by step.

"That...that's fine too! Anyway, it's our son's money, as long as it doesn't affect your career, you can give it if you want!" Lin Zhenghua nodded.

For his precious son, he is still very relieved.

"Come on, try my crab!"

Song Yi wore an apron, and brought out a large plate of hairy crabs from the kitchen. Each crab was as big as a palm and weighed at least six or seven taels.

"Isn't this just boiled in water, cooked?"

Lin Cheng muttered in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it.

For Song Yi's understanding of hell-level culinary skills, steamed or boiled hairy crabs are the simplest and safest without any skills at all.

"Uncle, try it too!"

Song Yi blushed, even though he had lived in for several days, he was still not used to how to address Lin Cheng's parents.

"What else can I call you uncle? Isn't it enough to call him dad?" Lin Zhenghua reminded.

"Then..." Song Yi blushed even more, bit his lips lightly, hesitated for a few seconds, and then mustered up the courage to shout, "Dad!"

"Hey, isn't that right!" Lin Zhenghua laughed heartily, and stuffed a red envelope that had been hidden for a long time from under the coffee table into her hand, "Here, the lucky money that Dad gave you!"

"Thank you... Dad!"

Song Yi's heart warmed.

Since her grandparents passed away, she has not received lucky money for several years.

She also asked Song Yuanming for the New Year's money before, but the biological father who was not a son of man had long been a reckless man. Not only did he not treat himself as a Chinese, he even refused to recognize the Spring Festival, New Year's greetings, New Year's money, and various traditional customs.

On the contrary, I remember very clearly about Thanksgiving and Christmas in the United States, but I forgot the Indians who need to be grateful most on Thanksgiving.

"Dad, where's my lucky money?"

Lin Cheng was jealous.

My own son hasn't even gotten the New Year's money yet.

"How much money do you make a year, and how much money does Dad make a year? How dare you ask me for New Year's money?" Lin Zhenghua's words were well-founded, and even Lin Cheng couldn't refute them.

"Okay, I have your share too!"

Snapped!
A big red envelope that was also thick was stuffed into Lin Cheng's hand.

"That's about the same!" Lin Cheng said.

(End of this chapter)