Chapter 370

"Master, why did this year's research bonus arrive so late? I thought it was gone." Fang Ziye felt a slight surprise when he saw his Master in the Trauma Surgery Inpatient General Office.

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

Last year's research bonus had already been transferred to Yuan Weihong's account before Fang Ziye went to Enshi; at that time Fang Ziye also got a little bit, but the total amount was only a hundred-odd thousand, so what reached Fang Ziye's hands wasn't much.

Hearing this, Yuan Weihong rolled his eyes: "Can the speed of a hundred-odd thousand and several hundred thousand be the same? Such a large reward sum, whether it's the hospital or the school reviewing it, the audit speed will naturally be slower."

"You've been eyeing this money for a long time, just too embarrassed to ask, thinking your Master pocketed it, right?"

Hearing this, Fang Ziye shook his head first: "It's not that I was eyeing Master; it's that I found it very unexpected — you could call it charcoal in the snow."

"Master, not hiding it from you, the money for my doctoral defense last time was also borrowed from Tingzhu."

A doctoral defense requires treating the supervisor and fellow trainees to meals, treating the defense committee members to meals, and buying fruit and such.

This time, although there are three doctorates, the expense is still not small.

After Fang Ziye went on rural rotation, he originally had quite a bit of savings. But he made a trip abroad, and with his girlfriend at that; although he had a full scholarship, abroad was really too idle.

How much savings could there be?

Returning from abroad, Fang Ziye's remaining funds were only ten or twenty thousand, but that ten or twenty thousand isn't much either; after not going on rural rotation, the subsidy decreased, he paid rent once more, had to serve as Chief Resident, treat fellow trainees to meals. He himself also often ordered takeout, bought various daily necessities.

Thanks to the accumulated savings before going abroad, strictly speaking anything was enough if used frugally; it was just that he played around and spent it unrestrainedly. Fang Ziye felt asking his family for money would be too guilty.

So he took it from Luo Tingzhu.

The talent introduction funds haven't arrived yet either; the first month's salary won't be settled until May; Fang Ziye's pocket right now is genuinely a bit tight...

Yuan Weihong looked at Fang Ziye: "That's true, the period just after employment, both graduation defense and renting an apartment use a sum of money."

"But no matter, Master will subsidize you." Yuan Weihong laughed and slammed the mobile phone in his right hand onto his left palm.

"Thanks for the feeding, Master!" Fang Ziye didn't stand on ceremony either.

The money received this year is not a small amount.

Fang Ziye's annual salary currently works out to about 250,000; just starting the job he can have 21,000 a month, not bad.

Yuan Weihong should be around 300,000 to 400,000 annual salary. But research funding alone reached 400,000, enough for the whole group to eat their fill and then some.

Yuan Weihong with a monthly salary of 30,000-plus, and now thirty-six or seven years old, living in Han City, wouldn't be short of money. But it's also Master's grace.

"Why aren't you two here yet?" Yuan Weihong picked up his phone and sent a voice message in the group.

Soon, the two little ones replied.

Jie Han's breathing was rapid, clearly speed-walking: "Master, I thought after surgery ended I could go back to the lab to monitor cells; I was just about to do a scratch assay, heard your message, and put the culture plates back."

Lan Tianluo didn't reply in the group; he lazily pushed open the Inpatient General Office door, and after entering yawned while forcing a respectful "Master" and "Senior Brother."

"You haven't woken up? Where did you go?" Yuan Weihong looked at Lan Tianluo's state and couldn't help feeling some jealousy.

At your age, you can still fall asleep? How do you fall asleep?

Although Lan Tianluo forced himself awake now, he actually still had some sleepiness: "Last night I just distributed some labor fees to the research group. Calculated accounts for a long time."

Hearing Lan Tianluo say this, the words at Fang Ziye's mouth were swallowed back. Yuan Weihong fell silent on the spot!

The corners of his mouth began to tremble, tremble, tremble...

Distributing labor fees to the research group people — who is this yin-yang mocking? Who is this imitating?

Yuan Weihong's first thought was whether Lan Tianluo was yin-yang mocking himself, but then he thought, no, Lan Tianluo didn't give money to him and Fang Ziye; his own research group's financial power is in his own hands, he himself is the one?

That's not right either!

Yuan Weihong figured it out: Lan Tianluo himself still has a small research group; possibly the group's scale is even larger than his own.

Four big characters long forgotten were once again twisted onto the table.

Deceiving the Master and exterminating the ancestors! ~

Seeing Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong's expressions, Lan Tianluo immediately realized his slip of the tongue, hurriedly covered his mouth, turned his neck wandering between Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong, then slowly lowered his left hand.

The three people in the office, six eyes facing each other, for a moment didn't know what to say.

"Master, I'm here." Jie Han, originally fair-skinned, now tanned to a wheat color, carried a bag on his back; the bag seemed to contain something heavy.

After Jie Han walked in, Yuan Weihong felt this was finally a relatively normal person, and spoke: "Alright, everyone's here; our group currently has four people."

"Today a research reward fund just arrived; that's the one Lan Tianluo you kept mentioning last year, the research reward fund you've been 'envying' all along."

"Total 820,000, after tax. This counts as our group's second internal distribution, so no more tax needed."

"Everyone think about how to split it; the simplest distribution would be 205,000 each." Yuan Weihong said very forcefully.

After Yuan Weihong finished, Fang Ziye took the lead shaking his head: "Master, this absolutely won't do."

"You're the supervisor; splitting like this, wouldn't it make us look insensible?"

The corner of Yuan Weihong's mouth curled, glaring at the big rebel: "When have you ever been sensible?"

Lan Tianluo just shook his head: "Master, I'd better not take any; I just distributed."

"Hmph! ~ Jie Han, your turn?" Fang Ziye hurriedly coughed, glared at Lan Tianluo, thinking to himself: young people, don't be too young; it's not that you refusing makes Master happy, Master wants Master's own exclusive happiness.

Jie Han said with a beaming smile: "I think anything's fine; last year Tianluo and I split 10,000 together, this year just ask for a bit more, we'll split 20,000 together."

Jie Han is quite easily satisfied. After all, a small master's student, 10,000 big ones falling from the sky for one person, can be happy for a long time; many Han City workers' monthly salary isn't even 10,000.

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

Last year Yuan Weihong held the distribution initiative because most of the research bonuses were earned by Yuan Weihong; Yuan Weihong gave if he wanted, if not you couldn't have opinions; I published the papers, I did the projects.

But last year was different; last year's major research achievements were all done by Fang Ziye and the others.

Truthfully, Yuan Weihong's own thought was to give it all away; he didn't want it!

Why?

If 800,000 can buy an Outstanding Youth Fund special hat, probably many would be willing. This title, the practical benefits it brings Yuan Weihong now, far exceed 800,000!

"Master, I want 40,000. I think the two junior brothers can ask for the same." Fang Ziye very cautiously 'lion' opened his mouth wide.

40,000 is just enough for Fang Ziye to bridge until the talent introduction subsidy is issued; then Fang Ziye will have money!

A million subsidy, one-time payment, and no tax. Fang Ziye checked.

If they are provincial-level or issued according to unified national regulations, subsidies and allowances of that kind are exempt from individual income tax.

Zhongnan Hospital's talent introduction uses a provincial-level-one designation, which happens to qualify for tax exemption.

Yuan Weihong sighed, looking at Lan: "You divide it; those two have no experience at all."

"4211?" Lan Tianluo is actually quite sensitive to numbers, and since Lan Tianluo has allocated once before, he is also relatively familiar with and understands this kind of allocation rule.

Speaking of it, Yuan Weihong himself hasn't divided the spoils more than a few times.

"Then let's do it like this: I'll take a bigger share — I get 4, Ziye 2, you and Jie Han 11. The remaining 2 will serve as the research group's activity fund; when it's time for a banquet or whatever, we'll rely on it!"

Yuan Weihong found it reliable; this counted as a distribution method Yuan Weihong could accept, and a relatively smooth one at that.

As supervisor he takes half; Fang Ziye contributed the most, so he gets half of that half; Lan Tianluo and Jie Han are treated as having equal contributions.

"Ah?" Jie Han immediately stared wide-eyed and dumbfounded.

One hundred thousand yuan, handed to him personally all at once — this damn well has him at a loss; many ordinary working people would be grinning ear to ear if they earned one hundred thousand in a year.

Yuan Weihong finalized it: "Right, that's how we'll do it."

"I'll transfer from my card to yours when the time comes, saving the handling fees. But we have to wait a bit — I need to take these things back and get them past your Master's wife for a look, to account for them!"

The three small ones all nodded.

Middle-aged men are just this helpless.

Including Fang Ziye himself — if the first sum of money is issued, he also has to let Luo Tingzhu review and share it; otherwise, no matter how sensible Luo Tingzhu is, she would still throw a temper.

First she is a girl, and only then a medical student, academic ace, or any other identity.

Once that was settled, Yuan Weihong said: "Tian Luo, Jie Han, let's go, we're having a banquet, eating a meal. After you eat, pack some back for your Senior Brother."

Fang Ziye heard this and also looked at Jie Han.

Jie Han right now is smiling like a flower: "Great, great, Master, I'll happen to come back later and ask Senior Brother some questions; look, this is the problem collection I've gathered this month in the clinic and the laboratory."

Hearing Jie Han say this, all three people only then noticed that Jie Han's backpack was full of heavy objects, square in shape.

Yuan Weihong wiped his Mediterranean, surprised: "Jie Han, how do you have so many questions? How did you collect this many questions in one month?"

Jie Han lowered his head slightly: "Master, because I discovered that compared to specializing in data, I can't match Junior Brother; compared to clinical research and laboratory operations, I can't match Senior Brother."

"So I can only specialize in theory; I want to mainly focus on the research direction, grasping the categories, quantities, depths, and so on of the projects we can apply for later." Jie Han finished, raised his head, and looked at Yuan Weihong, displaying his determination.

Yuan Weihong's expression at this moment was even more suspect-life, asking: "Then what am I supposed to do?"

Inner collapse!

Fang Ziye has blocked the path of leading clinical operations and experimental operations.

Lan Tianluo occupies absolute authority over data processing, putting the 'Boss's' chair on his own head.

Now Jie Han wants to sweep up even the theoretical problems of controlling the research direction.

Three paths of deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors, performed to perfection by the three of them, surrounding Yuan Weihong so tightly not even water could leak through!

All three looked at Jie Han.

"Ah?" Jie Han was bewildered; where would he know the answer……

(Chapter End)