Becoming the Richest by Farming
Chapter 202 - 0202 one week super long holiday_1

Chapter 202: 0202 one week super long holiday_1

Ellen Young listened and murmured, "Hmm."

"How much funding do they need?"

Clinton White estimated, "The report I received suggests about five billion."

Ellen Young said, "Then let’s transfer it, move five billion over from my own account."

She really didn’t know how much money she had.

Even though her memory and arithmetic were both very good, the whole world was continuously making money, plus her own patent fees.

The extent of her wealth had become unimaginable to others.

To them, several billions were just a number.

Clinton White gave an OK gesture and started preparing for the meeting.

This meeting included senior executives from several other international groups, and some would be over video conference.

They had long been aware of Ellen Young’s identity, although there were also some new, young executives.

Only those who had entered the core circle knew Ellen Young’s identity and, upon seeing her, exclaimed in their hearts that God, she was too young.

How could Sina produce such a terrifying super-genius?

Though shocked within, they showed none of it outwardly, and during the meeting, they found that her genius was not without reason. She spoke as swiftly as a machine gun, not in aggression but because her speed was just so fast, fluent and natural.

What was even more frightening was that she didn’t need to look at any documents for data-related information; she could swiftly answer whatever she was asked without a moment’s hesitation.

One of the senior executives, whose age affected his memory, was flipping through documents when asked by Ellen Young. She promptly told him the exact page and row to find the data.

Everyone: "..."

This was the deterrent force of a genius.

After the meeting, several executives wiped their sweat, unable to deny that, despite her young age, she exerted immense pressure.

It wasn’t just her commanding presence but also the absolute domination from all aspects.

After the meeting, as Clinton White escorted Ellen Young to the airport, he couldn’t help but chuckle, "Actually, many people are reluctant to have meetings with you because they feel it’s like an IQ crushing and slaughter each time."

Ellen Young replied, "I’ve already made the data clear enough; they shouldn’t feel any special pressure."

When they arrived at the airport, Clinton White said, "Next time you’re coming, give me a heads-up, and I’ll send a plane to pick you up. Or how about we build a helipad right there in Haran Village? That way, you don’t have to always come into the city to catch a plane. I heard the land where you are is quite remote."

Ellen Young retorted, "You really do fuss a lot."

Clinton White: ?????

Alright then, now she already finds him too fussy, he thought indignantly to himself.

He continued, "I’ve also watched your live broadcast show. Every day you’re either peeling radishes or farming. Boss, if you want to farm, then do it properly and show some results. Otherwise, come back to the company and be the boss you’re supposed to be!"

Ellen Young glanced at him and said, "You sure do like to meddle. I won’t talk about it now; you’ve got a busy year ahead. Am I supposed to give you a holiday when I return?"

"I know you never rope anyone into other matters, but with this one, I feel like you’re roping me in. I need a definitive answer, when you come back after a year, how long of a holiday do you plan to give me?"

Ellen Young replied, "One week."

Clinton White protested, "Are you even human? Is that long?"

"Isn’t one week long?" Ellen Young frowned, exceedingly serious, "You should know that I hardly ever took a break before."

She was so involved in her work that she didn’t know what a holiday meant. Perhaps she’d rest for half a day on occasion, so one week, in her view, was already an excessively long vacation.

Clinton White asked, "Did you think about the fact that you’ve directly taken a year off this time before you said that?"

Ellen Young simply stated, "I’m retired."

Clinton White: "..."

God damn retirement.