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Chapter 369 Three Paths to Deceiving One's Master and Ancestors! (Please Subscribe)
"Master, why is this year's research grant arriving so late? I thought it was gone." Fang Ziye was slightly surprised to see his master in the trauma surgery ward office.

After Yuan Weihong explained his purpose, Fang Ziye asked again with a smile.

Last year's research grant was already deposited into Yuan Weihong's account before Fang Ziye went to Enshi. Fang Ziye received a small share at that time, but the total amount was only a little over 100,000 yuan, so Fang Ziye didn't receive much.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Weihong rolled his eyes: "Can the processing speed of tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands be the same? With such a large reward, the review speed of both hospitals and schools will naturally be slower."

"You've been eyeing this money for a long time, but you've been too embarrassed to ask. You thought your master had pocketed it all, right?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye shook his head first: "It's not that I'm thinking about my master, but I feel very surprised. You could say it's a timely help."

“Master, to be honest, I had to borrow money from Tingzhu to pay for my doctoral dissertation defense last time.”

For a doctoral defense, you need to treat your supervisor, fellow students, and members of the defense committee to a meal, and also buy them fruit, etc.

This time, although there were three PhDs, the cost was still considerable.

Fang Ziye had accumulated a considerable amount of savings after being sent to the countryside. However, after going abroad with his girlfriend, and despite receiving a full scholarship, he found himself extremely bored overseas.

How much savings can you have?

When Fang Ziye returned from abroad, he only had ten or twenty thousand yuan left. But even that wasn't much. After leaving the rural area, his subsidies decreased, he had to pay rent again, take on the role of chief resident, and treat his junior colleagues to meals. He also frequently had to order takeout and buy various daily necessities.

Because of the savings he had accumulated before going abroad, he could have had enough for anything if he was careful with his money. He had squandered it all on his own, and Fang Ziye felt guilty asking his family for money.

I took it from Luo Tingzhu.

The talent recruitment fee hasn't arrived yet, and the first month's salary won't be settled until May. Fang Ziye is currently facing a real financial bind...

Yuan Weihong looked at Fang Ziye: "That's true. In the early stages of employment, you'll need money for graduation defense and renting an apartment."

"It's okay, your master will make it up to you." Yuan Weihong grinned and slammed the phone in his right hand into his left palm.

"Thank you for feeding me, Master!" Fang Ziye said without hesitation.

The amount of money received this year is not small.

Fang Ziye's annual salary is currently around 250,000 yuan. It's not bad to be able to earn 20,000 yuan a month right after joining the company.

Yuan Weihong's annual salary is probably around 300,000 to 400,000 yuan. But he received 400,000 yuan in research funding alone, enough for the whole team to eat their fill and still have plenty to eat.

Yuan Weihong, who earns over 30,000 yuan a month and is now in his late thirties, is unlikely to lack money living in Wuhan. But it is also thanks to his master's kindness.

"Why haven't you two arrived yet?" Yuan Weihong picked up his phone and sent a voice message to the group chat.

The two little ones replied very quickly.

Jie Han's breathing was rapid, indicating he was walking quickly: "Master, I thought I could go back to the lab to look at the cells after the surgery. I was just about to do the scratch experiment when I heard your message, so I put the culture plates back in."

Lan Tianluo didn't reply in the group chat. He lazily pushed open the door to the chief inpatient's office, yawned as he entered, and greeted his master and senior brother with forced respect.

"Are you still half asleep? Where have you been?" Yuan Weihong looked at Lan Tianluo and couldn't help but feel a little jealous.

At your age, you can still sleep? How do you manage to sleep?
Although Lan Tianluo was forcing himself to stay awake, he was still a little sleepy: "I just sent some labor costs to the research group last night. It took me a long time to calculate the accounts."

Upon hearing Lan Tianluo's words, Fang Ziye swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue. Yuan Weihong fell silent on the spot!

The corners of his mouth began to tremble...

Who are they mocking by paying labor fees to the research group? Who are they imitating?
Yuan Weihong's first thought was whether Lan Tianlu was sabotaging him, but then he realized, wait a minute, Lan Tianlu didn't give him or Fang Ziye any money. He was the one who controlled the finances of his research group.

Not right either!
Yuan Weihong realized that Lan Tianluo had his own small research group, which might be even larger than his own.

The four characters that had just been forgotten have been brought back to the forefront.

This is blasphemy!
Seeing Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong's expressions, Lan Tianluo immediately realized that he had made a mistake. He quickly covered his mouth, turned his neck and hovered between Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong, and then slowly took off his left hand.

The three people in the office stared at each other, unsure of what to say.

"Master, I'm here." Jie Han, whose skin was originally fair but has now turned wheat-colored, was carrying a bag that seemed to contain a heavy object.

After Jie Han walked in, Yuan Weihong finally felt that there was someone who was relatively normal, so he said, "Alright, everyone is here. There are four people in our group now."

"A research reward fund just arrived in my account today. It's the research reward fund that Lan Tianluo has been talking about and 'envying' all last year."

"A total of 820,000, after tax. This is considered a secondary distribution within the group, so we don't need to pay any more tax."

"Everyone think about how to divide it. The simplest way is to give each person 250,000," Yuan Weihong said forcefully.

After Yuan Weihong finished speaking, Fang Ziye took the lead in shaking his head: "Master, this definitely won't work."

"You're the mentor, doesn't dividing things like this make us seem insensible?"

Yuan Weihong grinned and glared at the big traitor: "How many times have you been ignorant?"

Lan Tianlu shook his head and said, "Master, maybe I shouldn't. I just posted it." "Hmm! ~ Jiehan, you said it?" Fang Ziye quickly coughed, glared at Lan Tianlu, and thought to himself, "Young man, don't be too young. It's not that you don't want your master to be happy. Your master wants happiness that belongs only to your master."

Jie Han said with a smile, "I think it's fine either way. Last year, Tian Luo and I split 10,000 together, so let's take a little more this year. Let's split 20,000 together."

Jie Han was quite satiated. After all, he was a master's degree holder, and suddenly receiving 10,000 yuan would make him happy for a long time, especially since many workers in Wuhan earn less than 10,000 yuan a month.

"Ziye, what do you say?" Yuan Weihong looked at Fang Ziye.

Last year, Yuan Weihong held the initiative in allocating the research grants because he earned most of them. He could give them away if he wanted, and you couldn't object if he didn't. He was the one who published the articles and conducted the research projects.

But last year was different. Most of the scientific research achievements last year were made by Fang Ziye and others.

To be honest, Yuan Weihong's own thought was that he would give it all away and then refuse it!

Why?

If 800,000 yuan could buy a special title like "Outstanding Young Scientist," many people would probably be willing to do it. But the benefits this title brings to Yuan Weihong now far exceed 800,000 yuan!

"Master, I want 40,000. I think my two junior brothers can ask for the same amount too." Fang Ziye cautiously made a very large demand.

Forty thousand is just enough for Fang Ziye to transition to the talent introduction subsidy, and then Fang Ziye will have money!

The subsidy of one million yuan was issued in a lump sum and was tax-free. Fang Ziye had checked it.

Subsidies and allowances issued by the provincial government or in accordance with national regulations are exempt from personal income tax.

Zhongnan Hospital recruits talent through provincial-level channels, which allows them to be exempt from taxes.

Yuan Weihong sighed, looked at Lan Tianluo, and said, "You divide it up. Neither of them is very knowledgeable."

"4211?" Lan Tianluo is actually very sensitive to numbers, and he has done the allocation himself once, so he is quite familiar with this allocation rule.

To be honest, Yuan Weihong himself didn't get a share of the spoils very often.

"Okay then, I'll go all out. I'll give 4, Ziye 2, and you and Jiehan 11. The remaining 2 will be used as working funds for the research group. We'll rely on that for gatherings and such!"

Yuan Weihong found it reliable; it was an acceptable and relatively smooth allocation method for him.

As the mentor, I will take half of the credit. Fang Ziye deserves the most credit, so I will take half of the credit as well. Lan Tianluo and Jie Han will also receive half of the credit, as their contributions will be considered equal.

"Huh?" Jie Han was immediately dumbfounded.

Giving someone 100,000 yuan all at once is a bit overwhelming. Many ordinary workers would be happy to earn 100,000 yuan a year.

Yuan Weihong made the decision: "Yes, that's how it will be done."

"I'll transfer the money from my card to yours later, and there won't be any fees. But wait a minute, I need to take these things back and give them a quick look to your teacher's wife, just to get it over with!"

The three little ones all nodded.

Middle-aged men are just so helpless.

Even Fang Ziye himself, if he received the first payment, would have to let Luo Tingzhu see it and share it with him, otherwise, even the most intellectual Luo Tingzhu would throw a tantrum.

First and foremost, she is a girl, and only then is she a medical student, a top student, or something else.

After the demarcation was made, Yuan Weihong said, "Tianluo, Jiehan, let's go have a meal together. After we finish eating, pack some food for your senior brothers."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye also looked at Jie Han.

Jie Han smiled broadly: "Great, great, Master. I'll come back later and ask my senior brother some questions. Look, this is a list of questions I've collected in clinical practice and the lab this month."

Upon hearing what Jie Han said, the three of them noticed that Jie Han's backpack was full of heavy, square-shaped objects.

Yuan Weihong wiped his bald patch and asked in surprise, "Jie Han, how come you have so many questions? How did you collect so many questions in just one month?"

Jie Han lowered his head slightly: "Master, because I've discovered that I can't compare to my junior brother in terms of data expertise, and I can't compare to my senior brother in terms of clinical research and laboratory operations."

"So, I can only focus on the theory. I want to mainly study the research direction and grasp the types, number, and depth of research projects we can apply for later." After Jie Han finished speaking, he looked up at Yuan Weihong, showing his determination.

Yuan Weihong looked even more doubtful about life at this moment, and asked, "Then what should I do?"

I'm devastated!
Fang Ziye blocked the path for the team leader to conduct clinical and experimental procedures.

Lan Tianluo holds absolute power over data processing, effectively placing the 'boss's' chair on his own head.

Now, Jie Han also needs to gather the theoretical issues related to controlling the direction of the research project.

The three paths of betraying one's master and ancestors were vividly demonstrated by Fang Ziye and his two companions, leaving Yuan Weihong completely surrounded!
All three of them looked at Jie Han.

"Huh?" Jie Han was dumbfounded, having no idea what the answer was...

(End of this chapter)