Just this small red envelope actually contains 100 million, which has exceeded the limit of Gao Xuan's imagination.

"What are you writing about, milk?" Meng Zijun asked anxiously.

"Zhi Ming...gave us one percent of his company's shares." Gao Xuan said, handing the paper to Meng Qiwen.

Meng Qiwen looked at what was written on the paper and said quickly, "I know my fate, this is not possible, this..."

"Grandpa, keep it. This is my small way of honoring you. With this 1% share, even if your uncle's business fails in the future, you won't have to worry about food and clothing, and Zijun's study and life will not be the same."

If there are any difficulties, grandpa, you can take grandma out for a walk. Didn't you tell me last time that your dream in life is to travel thousands of miles?" Lin Zhiming said.

"But this is too much. Zhi Ming, you need money for many things in business, so you don't need to give us so much!" Meng Qiwen said seriously.

"How much is a 1% dividend?" Meng Zijun asked curiously.

"Looking at last year alone, if the mid-year fines were not included, the Lin Group's profit last year was about 800 million. This year, our target profit is more than 1.5 billion." Lin Zhiming said.

"Fifteen hundred million... If you say one percent, that's fifteen million, my god! So many!" Meng Zijun said in horror.

"It's not much, but with this dividend, your life will be easier and you will have time to pursue what you want." Lin Zhiming said.

"That's too much, cousin, you'd better take it back. What motivation will you give me to fight in the future? No, no, no!" Meng Zijun shook his head.

"Just accept it. Zhiming has thought about this gift for a long time. This is his wish. For him, there is no difference between one percent more and one percent less. If you don't accept it,

Then he will be really sad!" Yao Jing said.
Chapter completed!