"Alright, I've noted it down," Feng Zishuang nodded.
"In addition to that, I want each continent and city to have its own unique characteristics so that tourism can be developed in the future," Jiang Ye said.
"For example?" Feng Zishuang looked up at him. "Do you have any specific features in mind?"
"For instance, on continents with developed agriculture, we can plant tens of thousands of mu of fruit trees and thousands of mu of rapeseed flowers, with plenty of flowers and plants lining the city streets. In industrialized areas, we can build countless beautiful factories with a unified style, avoiding a chaotic mess. Coastal cities can vigorously develop fisheries, dig ditches along the roads for fish to pass through, or even extend part of the city onto the water, relying on boats for transportation."
"In short, the goal is to have distinct characteristics, comfortable living, and to give people the feeling that changing continents is like changing worlds," Jiang Ye said. "We don't want cities across the entire planet to be similar; that would be too monotonous."
"This is quite challenging, but it can be implemented with time," Feng Zishuang said. "The next matter is import and export taxes. We already have some products that can be sold to other planets, and many alien enterprises are bringing their goods in. We can start collecting import and export taxes."
"Previously, your approach was to take a portion of the profits from major enterprises and a portion of the money from the sale of factory-produced goods," Feng Zishuang explained. "This method has drawbacks; production is blind and not conducive to the healthy development of the planet's commerce. I believe we should adjust this, reducing income from production and increasing taxes on consumption. This will encourage the planet's market to focus more on consumption." Da Feng Novel Network
"Okay, you're the expert in this area, I'll listen to you," Jiang Ye said.
Feng Zishuang pulled out a thick book from the pile of documents and handed it to Jiang Ye.
Opening it, Jiang Ye saw densely packed import and export tax items, clearly detailing what products would be taxed and how much under what circumstances.
Jiang Ye read through it patiently. There were no major issues, and he nodded, "Let's proceed with this."
"The last matter concerns your child," Feng Zishuang said.
"Oh?"
"Jiang Senlin's situation is special. He has a reverse aging syndrome. In a few years, he'll be due to start school, but his psychological age and experience are that of a child, while his body and appearance are that of an elder. Therefore, conventional kindergartens and primary schools might have an adverse effect on him. Do you understand? Other children might discriminate against him."
Jiang Ye's expression turned solemn.
He had considered this issue and his solution was to hire some tutors for one-on-one instruction for Jiang Senlin at home.
However, being isolated from group life from a young age and staying at home might also have a negative impact on the child.
"What do you mean?" Jiang Ye looked at Feng Zishuang earnestly.
"During Jiang Senlin's early childhood, we can first establish a nursing home and a kindergarten, with the two buildings adjacent to each other. In the nursing home, we can arrange for some outstanding elderly individuals, such as retired professors, artists, military veterans, entrepreneurs, and so on, to educate Jiang Senlin and serve as his childhood teachers."
"Excellent!" Jiang Ye nodded vigorously.
"Simultaneously, we can set up a kindergarten next to the nursing home. We will strictly control the student intake for the kindergarten, selecting children with good temperaments and good upbringing who will not discriminate against the elderly. When there's free time, we can have the kindergarten children visit the nursing home to play. This way, Jiang Senlin can also make friends with peers his own age."
"That's wonderful! This idea is excellent!" Jiang Ye praised repeatedly.
This was equivalent to building a nursing home and kindergarten specifically for Jiang Senlin, where everyone within would be there for him, with each person serving as his teacher, friend, and subordinate.
It was practically the treatment of a crown prince.
"Until the age of six, Jiang Senlin can grow up in such an environment, attending classes in the nursing home early every morning. These 'classes' are essentially the elderly taking him to play, imparting knowledge through their words and actions. During breaks, children will come to play with him," Feng Zishuang said. "However, after the age of six, it becomes more complicated."
"We'll deal with that when the time comes. Let's get the nursing home and kindergarten established first," Jiang Ye mused. "I'm planning to build a new mansion recently. Once it's completed, I'll build the nursing home and kindergarten within a half-hour's drive."
"Where will the funds for this come from?"
"They'll come from my account. I'll contact Xu Yan to place the order," Jiang Ye said. "I have too much money to spend anyway."
"Alright, it's getting late. You should go upstairs to be with your wife and child. I'll be heading back to rest," Feng Zishuang said, standing up.
"I'll see you out."
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Eight o'clock in the morning.
Jiang Ye woke up groggily and reached out to the side.
He didn't find anyone after a couple of tries, and he suddenly woke up.
Cen Yemeng was gone!
He turned to look at the crib; Jiang Senlin was also gone!
His heart immediately raced. Without even putting on his slippers, Jiang Ye jumped up and ran downstairs.
In the kitchen, he saw the mother and child.
Jiang Senlin, wrapped in swaddling clothes, lay next to the stove, still sleeping soundly.
Cen Yemeng, dressed in white autumn pajamas, stood behind the stove, tending to something simmering in a pot.
Jiang Ye walked over and hugged her from behind. "Why did you get up to cook?"
"It's already eight o'clock," Cen Yemeng turned and kissed him.
"From now on, if you're hungry after waking up in the morning, just kick me, and I'll get up to make you food."
"No need. My confinement period is over. I could run a marathon now! Cooking is nothing!"
"Do we need to hire a servant?"
"No, I don't like having outsiders in the house. Having you and the child is enough," Cen Yemeng paused, then added, "Beibei and Tiantian said they'll come over occasionally to play mahjong."
Jiang Ye was stunned. It took him a few seconds to realize that Beibei likely referred to Isabella, and Tiantian was probably Tian Rao.
It was only the second day, and the terms of endearment were already so familiar?
"After breakfast, we'll go to Xu Yan's place to finalize the new house," Jiang Ye said.
"New house? Isn't this house nice? I saw there's even a hot spring in the yard!"
"This is my bachelor pad. For a family, we need a bigger one. Look at the house of the High Priest of Hal Star; the toilet alone is over a hundred square meters. That's what a proper house looks like!" Jiang Ye said with longing in his expression.
"Holy cow, how long would that take to clean?" the voice of a cleaning robot suddenly chimed in.
Jiang Ye and Cen Yemeng both turned their heads.
Two cleaning robots were peeking at the doorway and quickly retreated, pretending to clean the hallway.
After cleaning for a while and seeing that their owner wasn't following, the two cleaning robots whispered to each other:
"The master has been away for so long, and he actually brought back a beautiful woman and a child."
"What do you know! That's his wife and child. The master has started a family. We have a mistress and a young master now, so we'll have to serve them well."
"Will I ever have a wife and child?"
"You idiot, you're a stupid cleaning robot. You don't need a wife and child! You'll be single for life!"
"Hey, you're calling me a cleaning robot, but aren't you one too? You're even older than me, and you're also single!"
"Damn it, you're looking for trouble!"
The clanking sounds echoed through the living room as the two robots began to collide with each other again.