I want to spend all my money

Soon, Song Ankang began to enjoy the depraved rich life again.

In the warm bath, Lan Xin'an and Xie Jiayi were next to him, massaging his back, relaxing his legs and feet, and Song Ankang could just lie there and enjoy.

With little soft hands wandering around his body, Song Ankang didn't want to move in comfort. With the help of two pairs of catkins, his tired body gradually relaxed, and his fatigue disappeared little by little.

At this time, Su Qiaoer brought the concoction just made, and said it was concoction, but its taste was not worse than juice, even better than many juices.

Song Ankang took a sip through a straw, only to feel that the whole person was relaxed. He deserves to be a royal chef. The concoction not only tastes good, but also has such amazing effects.

Song Ankang didn't say "thank you". After all, these things belonged to Lan Xin'an, Su Qiao'er and others. Song Ankang paid them such a high salary and naturally hoped to be taken care of in all aspects.

Now it seems that Lan Xin'an, Xie Jiayi and others can be regarded as diligent, all qualified for their respective positions.

But Xie Jiayi was a little bit naughty. While giving Song Ankang a massage, she quietly leaned into Lan Xin'an's ear, muttering not knowing what she was talking about.

"Blue, our BOSS's legs and feet are almost perfect. I really want to lick it a few times. Will you help me see if the BOSS is asleep? If I fall asleep, I will take advantage."

"The back of the BOSS is also very good-looking, just like marble. Except for the touch is a little weak, it has basically no flaws, but after a period of exercise, the BOSS's back will not have any flaws. It will definitely perfect."

"Before I have only seen women whose bodies look like artworks. This is the first time I have seen men whose bodies look like artworks. Look at this arm, look at this belly, look at this thigh, look at this..."

...

Lan Xin'an's shameful face flushed, and couldn't help but pinch Xie Jiayi: "Jiayi, what are you doing? The boss is not asleep yet. If you are so careful that the boss opens you, you are really a hooligan."

"Hehe, everyone loves beauty, just like men love beautiful women, women also love handsome boys. What's wrong with this." Xie Jiayi retorted and touched Song Ankang's quietly. A handful of thighs.

Lan Xin Anyu blushed and raised her feet to give Xie Jiayi: "The BOSS is staring at you, hurry up and be honest."

"Uh..." Xie Jiayi looked up, just seeing Song Ankang's eyes, scared her to shrink her neck, smiled at Song Ankang dryly, bowed her head and honestly massaged Song Ankang's feet.

After soaking in the hot spring, Song Ankang only felt that his exhausted body was fully restored, and returned to the living room accompanied by Lan Xinan and Xie Jiayi, lying on the sofa to watch a movie.

Suddenly thinking of something, Song Ankang returned to the bedroom and took out a thick notebook, called He Yingyu to the study, and handed the note to He Yingyu.

"Mr. Song, this is..." He Yingyu took the notes in surprise.

Song Ankang smiled and said, "You'll know when you open it."

He Yingyu nodded and opened the notebook. There was a personal name in it. There were some introductions under each person's name, and below the introduction were the specific things these people had helped Song Ankang.

For example, the first page of notes is Zhang Xinzhi. Her birthday is on June 26th each year. His favorite foods are sweet and sour pork ribs and Mapo tofu... There is one page for the introduction, and after the introduction is Zhang Xinzhi’s to Song Ankang Many things done.

These things included taking care of Song Ankang in the hospital for 35 days, cooking 573 meals for Song Ankang, and spending 15230 Xia Yuan for Song Ankang...There are always hundreds of them. It is how Zhang Xinzhi helped to take care of Song Ankang.

Zhang Xinzhi is followed by Lin Yi, after Lin Yi is Yang Qiushuang, and after Yang Qiushuang is Han Yuhong...The number of people who have helped Song Ankang is impressively in the thousands.

Those who helped Song Ankang such as Zhang Xinzhi, Lin Yi, Yang Qiushuang, etc., even He Yingyu was quite moved when she saw it. She didn't expect these girls to be able to do this for Song Ankang. No wonder Song Ankang has such a good relationship with them.

For Song Ankang, the number of small aids was even greater. These small assistances included sending a bottle of water to Song Ankang, paying for the bus to Song Ankang, and getting something for Song Ankang... It seems like just a trivial matter. The children were all recorded by Song Ankang, all in order, which made He Yingyu also moved.

After a long time, He Yingyu put down her thick notebook and looked at Song Ankang and said, "Mr. Song, do you want to thank these people who helped you?"

This thick notebook gave He Yingyu a deeper understanding of Song Ankang. She admired those who had helped Song Ankang, and she also admired Song Ankang's ability to write down these things one by one.

Without a heart of gratitude, how could Song Ankang achieve this level.

Zhien Tubao was originally one of the most traditional and important virtues of the Daxia nation!

Even if you look at the whole world, the people who know the gratitude will be respected by others.

Song Ankang nodded: "In the few years I was in college, most of the people who helped me were in their notebooks. Only a few did not leave their names and contact information, so I couldn't record them. "

“I can’t thank those who have not left their names and contact information, but I can thank the people in the notebook for their help. I didn’t have the ability before. Now that I have the ability, I can’t. Turn a blind eye."

"How does Mr. Song want to help them?" He Yingyu asked.

Song Ankang smiled and said: "You also know that my biggest advantage now is that I have money, and money happens to be an indispensable thing in modern society, so I am going to repay them in a more vulgar way."

"As the saying goes, the grace of dripping water is reported by the spring. Based on the information in your notebook, first calculate how much money I should return for each person, and then show it to me."

"What is the standard?" He Yingyu said.

Song Ankang thought for a while: "If you pay back 10,000 Xia Yuan for an ordinary help, you can calculate it based on this standard. As for how to give the money to these people who have helped me in the next step, I will give it a second thought."

"Okay, Mr. Song, I know what to do." He Yingyu nodded, and left with her notebook, ready to find relevant professionals to make statistics.

Although there is no specific statistics yet, according to the standards set by Song Ankang, He Yingyu believes that the total return this time is definitely an astronomical figure. One hundred million is not enough, and even more is needed.