Chapter 373 Happy New Year What is the difference between New Year’s Eve after rebirth and before rebirth? It seems to be about the same. People in eastern Guangdong don't have the habit of watching the Spring Festival Gala. Someone on the Internet has done statistics on the ratings of the Spring Festival Gala, and the proportion of audiences watching the Spring Festival Gala in the three northeastern provinces has reached more than 90%. However, starting from the Qinling Mountains to the south, the ratings gradually decrease. The rate in eastern Guangdong is probably less than 10%, and Hainan is even worse, with less than 5%. The overall reason is probably the difference in regional culture. The dramas, sketches, crosstalk, etc. performed in the Spring Festival Gala are all entertainment programs that are more northern in nature, and southerners really can't understand some of the jokes. For example, the much-ridiculed “making dumplings” is not so relevant to people in eastern Guangdong because they don’t eat dumplings during the Spring Festival. Another is the climate difference. The weather in the north is cold and most people would rather stay indoors, so watching the Spring Festival Gala becomes a natural choice. The weather in the south is relatively warm. People don't want to stay indoors, so the custom in Guangzhou is to go to the flower market.

On New Year's Eve, Chen Zhu got up as usual. I glanced out the window and saw that it was indeed a pleasant day. The bright sunshine is like waves in the sea, spreading out in layers on the streets of Guangzhou. Those bumpy places are like the hardships of the past year. They illuminate people’s hopes while also carrying them. I hope that in the coming year, the past will be forgotten, difficulties will be overcome, and spring will come with a smile. Chen Peisong still has to go to work today, and Chen Zhuo also has to go to the office in Technology Valley. The Spring Festival arrangements of Suhui Company are as follows: The holiday doesn't start until three o'clock this afternoon, and we'll have another day off on the first day of the New Year, but we'll have to go back to work on the second day. Although there is the incentive of high salary and high commission, it still seems quite harsh. After all, it’s the New Year, and everyone has a family to take care of. Chen Zhuo was well aware of the situation, but that was how the learning network worked. Holidays were actually the best time for business, so this was the only way to arrange it. However, before the holiday at 1000 pm, Chen Zhuo prepared a red envelope of yuan for all colleagues who worked overtime. This unexpected surprise slightly eased some of the resentment in everyone's hearts. Zhang Guangfeng immediately stated that he would not go to his father-in-law’s house to pay New Year’s greetings this year and would focus on work. "Nowadays, visiting relatives during the Spring Festival doesn't have the same feeling as before. It's actually just showing off and competing." Zhang Guangfeng shouted loudly: "Take my brother-in-law for example. He used to rely on his higher salary than me, so my father-in-law always looked at him differently and secretly reserved all the delicious food and drinks for his family." "My wife has argued with my father-in-law and mother-in-law many times, asking them to treat us equally, but it's useless. It seems that only those who are doing well are worthy of being their children..." Zhang Guangfeng said indignantly. Zhang Guangfeng's experiences really touch everyone's heart. You have to know that many employees do not have good "backgrounds", otherwise they would not have accepted a job with a base salary of 600 yuan at the beginning. This "bad background" does not mean that they have bad character. On the contrary, everyone has good qualities, they are just unlucky.

Either they were fired for taking the blame for the company, or they were disliked by their boss’s wife, or they had been a non-staff teacher for many years and couldn’t get a permanent job… In short, judging from the secular perspective, they are definitely unsuccessful. Visiting relatives and friends during the Spring Festival may seem like a way to keep in touch with others, but in reality, it is inevitable to avoid being secretly compared. For children, people will ask about their final grades. If the score and ranking are good, relatives will brag, "It's a bit difficult to get into Peking University and Tsinghua University, but Sun Yat-sen University and China University of Technology should be no problem," making it seem as if getting into 985 is as easy as buying cabbage. If your grades are not satisfactory, those people will not comfort you, but will tease you by saying "Go to a construction site like your father (your uncle, your grandfather) in the future." These relatives are usually middle-aged men in their forties or fifties who have lost hope in life and take pleasure in attacking and making fun of others. The key is that you cannot get angry. Once you get angry, they will spread the word that “XX family can’t take a joke” everywhere. But if children can compete with each other like this, let alone adults. Suhui’s employees Zhang Guangfeng, Xiang Qing, Yao Lan and others used to be like minions during the Chinese New Year, standing at the outside and listening to their “relatives who are doing well” giving advice on how to run the business. At those times, what they hoped most was that the topic would not turn to themselves. If "misfortune" happens to you, you have to bow your head and listen to the scolding and "earnest teachings" of your elders. The most miserable thing is that you are forced to put on a smile and you cannot refute because if you do, you will be considered wrong. Seeing that his colleagues were moved by his words, Zhang Guangfeng immediately changed his tone. "So, I've decided!" Zhang Guangfeng slapped his thigh and said, "Instead of rushing to please them, why not work hard and make a name for yourself! Make 200,000 or 300,000 yuan next year, buy a car to go to my father-in-law's house at the end of the year, and make my wife proud!" "Correct!" Xiang Qing was only twenty-five or twenty-six years old, and at a time when he urgently needed to make achievements, his emotions were instantly aroused. "According to the current trend of our company, I will definitely have no problem making 20 next year." Xiang Qing couldn't help but agree, "When he first joined the company, his relatives looked down on him. Sooner or later, I'll make him regret it!" "Yes, make him regret it!" Zhang Guangfeng raised his arms and shouted, as if the world would change in his hands. Looking at the employees who were gradually becoming excited, the boss Chen stood up and expressed his position. As long as everyone works together with one mind and one strength next year, the work may be a little tiring, but it will definitely be rewarding. And 20 is definitely not a problem! At the same time, he gave Zhang Guangfeng an admiring look. After six months of training and deliberate cultivation, Comrade Guangfeng is now becoming more and more like an "office director". After he said these words, the compulsion to work overtime during the Spring Festival was greatly reduced, and it even became a proactive behavior of struggle. But Chen said it was inappropriate because he was a boss and had a good family background, so he would never be the subject of contempt in the circle of relatives.

Or if it is said reluctantly, it can easily give people the feeling that it is trying to trick employees into working overtime, and it ends up becoming a pale pep talk and sloganeering. Only when someone from the “masses” speaks out, will everything seem to be a natural outcome. Some people often wonder, why am I not on the promotion list when I am so capable? In fact, this kind of "strong ability" is just self-perception, but from the perspective of the leader, he just thinks that you have done what you should do within the scope of your responsibilities. People like Zhang Guangfeng, who help leaders smooth things over or solve some troublesome hidden dangers at critical moments, will be truly remembered. The gap between people never arises from those 8 hours of work. On the contrary, it may be the 15-minute afternoon tea or a glass of drink during a social gathering that really makes the difference. But most people don't actually realize this. …… At 3:30 in the afternoon, the Science and Technology Valley in Suhui began to close for the holiday, and Chen Zhe was deliberately the last one to leave. After he locked the door, he stepped back a few steps and stood under a kapok tree. Now is the season when the kapok trees in Guangzhou are in bloom. The flowers are in full bloom on the branches, like silent and tasteless red fireworks, sending gifts for the upcoming New Year. Occasionally one or two flowers floated down slowly, but Chen Zhe didn't care much. His attention was still on the office on this floor. The sunlight shines on the glass door in fragments, and the flow of light and shadow is like the traces of an hour hand. "Is this the kingdom I have built in the past six months?" Chen talked to himself in his heart. It doesn’t look big. After all, it is only about 200 square meters in size, and there is nothing worth mentioning. This result seems to be somewhat embarrassing for a reborn person. In fact, this was the family fortune that Chen had accumulated through much effort and maneuvering. Although it is not noticeable, Chen Zhuo has a good habit, which he developed when he was writing the "Five-Year Industry Plan". The "Plan" is about what level of development, height and goals a certain industry in the province needs to develop to in the next five years. After the draft is approved through layers of review and approval, it will basically become the industry trendsetter for the next five years. Therefore, overall research and comprehensive consideration are required when formulating the plan. For this reason, we have also developed a career plan of "taking one step and looking ten steps ahead". Although Suhui is just a small hill now, the foundation laid by Chenzhe is very solid and all relationships are basically in place. Just wait for the sound of spring thunder, and a gap will appear in the sky and earth. With the influx of "slight spiritual energy", the hillock can grow into a mountain in an instant. The "aura" here refers to both loans and the big marketing and hype planned for 2008. “Where will I be by the end of next year?” Chen himself was also looking forward to it.

All male creatures are like this, let alone starting a company, even buying a house. When I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, I would sit in the dark living room and fumble around, feeling the satisfaction of “this is mine.” Chen was intoxicated with himself for a long time, when he suddenly noticed from his peripheral vision that an aunt in a sanitation worker's uniform was looking at him hesitantly from a distance. She was holding a bag filled with kapok petals. Chen glanced at the fallen flowers under his feet and instantly understood her intention. As a local, Chen Zhuo naturally knew that kapok flowers have the effects of clearing away heat and detoxifying, dispelling cold and dampness, relieving pain and relieving blood stasis. The older generation of uncles and grandmothers would even crush the kapok flowers and make them into cakes to eat. I guess the sanitation worker also wanted to pick up the fallen kapok flowers, but she didn't dare to disturb the young boss, so she waited hesitantly. Chen smiled and did not stay here any longer, and took the initiative to give up his seat. The sanitation lady seemed to sense the kindness in Chen's action. She wrinkled her skin like an orange peel and said gratefully, "Boss, happy new year and good fortune." "Happy New Year." Chen replied gently, taking out a red envelope from his pocket and handing it over. The sanitation worker shook her head modestly. The system of the Science and Technology Valley Park is very strict. As a scholar-businessman, Dean Shu Yuan still has some idealistic things in his bones, so service personnel are strictly prohibited from accepting gifts. Chen Zhuo obviously knew these rules, so he didn't force it. He turned around and took two steps, feeling that the sunlight on his eyelids was very comfortable. Suddenly I turned around and found the sanitation worker squatting under the kapok tree in front of the company, happily picking up petals. The wind blew up her dry yellow hair at her temples, revealing the wrinkles on her cheeks, which showed her satisfaction. Maybe for her, the happiness brought by this bag of kapok petals for making soup is far greater than the red envelope that the young boss took out. "Happy New Year~" Chen stopped for a moment, a smile appeared on his face, he whispered something and walked away. …… It was still quite early at this time, so Chen Zhuoxian went back home. His mother Mao Xiaoqin was pasting couplets and blessing character stickers. If we go back a few years, the way to paste couplets should be to boil some paste in a pot. The hot, sticky paste, like rice porridge, acts like adhesive tape. But this was already 2008, and times were changing. Even though Empress Dowager Mao was usually very frugal, double-sided tape costing a few dollars still replaced the free paste that needed to be boiled. "It's just right that you're back." Mao Xiaoqin greeted him, "You are tall, so you should put the word 'Fu' on the door." Chen went to do his work obediently, but he also said, "Mom, I have to go out soon."

"Looking for Yu Xian?" Empress Dowager Mao asked. "No." Chen shook his head: "Yu Xian is probably busy accompanying his relatives. Many of his relatives came to Guangzhou to celebrate the New Year. I have a colleague from another city who didn't go home, so I took some things to comfort him." Mao Xiaoqin nodded slightly, and she didn't ask for any specific details. As Huang Baihan said, Mao Xiaoqin was a rare college student in the 80s, so her thoughts and cognition were relatively mature and open-minded. Although she had many concerns and even complaints about her son's entrepreneurship, her support in action was uncompromising and she absolutely did not interfere. "We're going to Lei Garden to have New Year's Eve dinner tonight." Mao Xiaoqin reminded: "Remember to come back early." "understood." Chen Zhuo responded. This is another place that reflects the cultural differences between the north and the south. During the Spring Festival in the north, most restaurants there are closed because in the social customs of the north, only "lonely people" go out to eat during the Spring Festival. Normal people would happily make dumplings at home. However, in eastern Guangdong and Hainan, many families will reserve seats in restaurants in advance and hold their family reunion dinner in restaurants outside. Even though the tables in the hall don't know each other, it doesn't affect everyone's lively eating. The only difference from usual is that a 10% service charge will be added at checkout. Chen Zhuo took some Yeerba and stuffed tofu from home and took a taxi to the real estate agency on the west side of Tiyu Road. The traffic volume on the streets of Guangzhou has obviously decreased a lot. The CBD, which is always congested, is now as empty as the Bayinbuluke Rally Track. After a long time, a taxi finally drove away. However, there are still many people shopping. After all, in addition to the locals, there are also many foreign builders who stayed behind. Red lanterns are hung everywhere on the streets, and the lights and decorations seem to have given this once cold and fast-paced city a dazzling new look. Occasionally, you can hear the sound of "dong dong Qiang Qiang", which is a traditional lion dance program in eastern Guangdong. In addition, many retired leaders, under the organization of the Veteran Affairs Bureau, volunteer to write couplets for citizens. Amidst the compliments, I found the psychological satisfaction I once had when I was working. There was a lot of noise outside, but the agency was deserted with only the manager Song Qing there. This is normal. Which normal person would come to the agency to look for a house at this time? "How come the boss has time to come here?" Song Qing looked up and saw Chen Zhuo and asked in confusion.

Song Qing is another type of subordinate. She is the type who can stand on her own. For many things, I just need to tell her what effect I need to achieve, and then I can let go. Of course, Song Qing is not completely without mistakes. For example, when she was on a business trip in a city before, she had a conflict and argument with a cram school teacher in a small city because of promoting the learning network in front of the school gate. However, in order to cultivate excellent subordinates who are willing to take responsibility and grow together with the company through thick and thin, it is necessary to give them space and costs to make mistakes. Fortunately, Suhui is still young, and Chenzhe is also young, so they can definitely wait. "Happy New Year!" Chen Zhuo also handed a red envelope to Song Qing, which contained exactly 1000 yuan. "thank you boss!" Song Qing didn't hesitate and took it happily. The thickness is not thin, but Mr. Chen has never been a stingy person, which is a fact unanimously recognized by the employees. “You’re not going home this year.” Chen Zhuo put the stuffed tofu and yehba on the table: "These are local specialties from my grandmother's house, and that one is a snack made by Yu Xian herself. I think they both taste good, so I'll bring some for you to try." Song Qing's hometown is Guizhou. The main reason she didn't go back was that the agency would be officially opened after the New Year. All the preparations needed one person to take the lead. Another reason was that she couldn't buy a train ticket and she was reluctant to take a plane, so she simply decided not to go back home during the Spring Festival. I sent the money back to my father and my younger brothers and sisters, and then took a leave after the New Year to go back and visit them. "Being able to eat food made by the boss lady herself, it is 100% the right decision for me to stay in Guangzhou!" There is also this thing called Yeerba in Song Qing’s hometown. After all, Yunnan, Guizhou and Sichuan have many similarities in eating habits. She didn't care and just picked up a piece of Yeerba that was still cold from the refrigerator and tasted it with satisfaction. "Boss, you are so lucky." After Song Qing finished eating, she said seriously, "The boss lady is so beautiful and she is also a great cook. Boss, you are really a winner in life." "Eat yours." Chen Zhuo joked, "How come I haven't seen you for a few days? You look a bit like Zhang Guangfeng." This is Chen Zhuo's method of winning over capable subordinates. He not only gives them money and power, but also cares about their lives to ensure that they remain loyal to him. At this point, Mr. Chen’s work for the year has finally been completed. He returned home from the agency and first helped Empress Dowager Mao paste all the couplets, and then planned to take a shower and wait for his father to come back. "Here, your clothes." Mao Xiaoqin placed the Nike sports sweatshirt set and sneakers, which had already been washed, at the head of the bed. "Mom, I'm already in college, why are you still buying me new clothes?"

Chen turned his head and said. When he was in school, Mao Xiaoqin would buy a new set of clothes for her son every Spring Festival. When he was young, he was really excited. He was reluctant to walk around after putting on new clothes, and he would bend down to wipe off the dust on his shoes. Later, as he got older, this sense of excitement gradually decreased, especially now that he was reborn, he thought he had no interest in these things. But after taking a shower and putting it on, Chen could smell the scent of detergent mixed with sunshine on the collar. It's like a pleasant, faint burnt smell in the wilderness, penetrating directly into the heart from the nose. The sun is like a magician. It completely bakes out the emotions contained in an ordinary little thing in life. Even the slightly prickly touch of new clothes when a child first puts them on seems to be a sign of the mother's care for her child. "mom!" After Chen Zhuo put on his clothes, he walked to the living room excitedly and showed them off like a primary school student: "How is it? Am I handsome?" "Handsome, still handsome..." Empress Dowager Mao looked at him for a while, her eyes revealing the unique appreciation that a mother has for her child. But after a moment, she pouted again: "But I found that someone has a new set of clothes in his bedroom, and I think that set of clothes seems more handsome." "Hehe~" Chen grinned and pinched his mother's shoulders in a flattering manner: "Yu Xian bought it for me at that time, but to be honest, her taste is far inferior to yours." The clothes Mao Xiaoqin bought were a combination of red and black, which was quite festive, as if parents liked to use red as the main color when buying clothes for their children. Maybe in their eyes, red is not only lively, but also has the atmosphere of the Spring Festival. It's really hard to understand these parents who completely disregard their children's preferences and just do what makes them happy. Sister Cos is an art student. When she chooses clothes, she starts with Chen’s appearance, skin color, and habits. So the clothes she bought for her boyfriend was a sky blue casual jacket and pants. There is a white long-sleeved lining inside. Chen Zhe has fair skin, tall stature, and a calm and peaceful personality, which makes him most suitable for this simple and fashionable style. He can really show his handsome and elegant temperament when wearing it. Mao Xiaoqin was neither stupid nor blind. She could naturally tell which clothes were more suitable for her son after comparison. Of course, she also knew that her son was flattering her. "You can wear it tonight, and change into the clothes Xiaoyu gave you tomorrow." Empress Dowager Mao gave him a reproachful look, and at the same time asked curiously: "When someone gave you something, did you return it?" "delivered." In front of his mother, Chen Zhuo did not lie: "I bought her a Chanel small purse worth more than 4 yuan. She is about to embark on the path of art competition, and I feel that she needs this bag to carry with her." Mao Xiaoqin nodded. She felt that her son's consideration was quite thoughtful. Apart from the special case of Yu Xian, who was favored by Professor Guan because of his talent and brilliance, other students who were able to choose art majors must have good family conditions.

Yu Xian will soon embark on the journey of showing herself through competitions. Among a group of "rich men and women", her current family background seems extremely weak. But a luxury bag can help her reduce all kinds of unnecessary rumors and slander. For example: Rich Girl A: Damn, the most beautiful girl won the prize, and she’s first place! Rich Lady B: I knew that a long time ago. Rich Lady A: There’s nothing fishy about it. Rich lady B: So what if there is something fishy going on? She is wearing a Chanel bag worth over 4 yuan, which I cannot even afford. Her parents are so rich! No matter if she relies on her own ability or her family’s connections, we cannot afford to offend her. Rich Girl A: Go get to know her. If she can afford a bag like this, she’s my good friend! This scenario is not something you would imagine and it is almost 100% certain to happen in the circle of art students. Mao Xiaoqin naturally understands this and strongly supports this move. "Don't let her know the price." Empress Dowager Mao warned: "Xiao Yu doesn't seem to be the type of girl who likes to wear gold and silver. If she knew the price of the bag, she might want to return it." "She must not know." Chen Zhuo said proudly: "I told her that this is an A-grade product bought in Sanyuanli for less than 100 yuan." Sanyuanli is a famous luxury goods counterfeiting base in Guangzhou. But what’s interesting is that the number of the anti-counterfeiting certificate they provide can actually be found on the official website. It’s so outrageous. While the mother and son were talking, Lao Chen also came back. Maybe it was because it was New Year's Eve, he got off work an hour earlier than usual, and a red glow had just risen in the sky. "What topics are Dr. Mao and Mr. Chen studying?" Old Chen asked with a smile. At his age, he no longer has any expectations for the Spring Festival. Besides, he has to go to work the next day, so he just treats it as a "commemorative day that needs to be taken seriously." "We are discussing personnel matters, but Director Chen, you came back late and have no say..." Mao Xiaoqin made a joke and urged her husband to take a shower quickly. By the time Chen Peisong finished his shower, night had already fallen. It’s not that he washes slowly, but the sunset in Guangzhou in winter comes and goes quickly. It was as if it was just paving the way for the moon and stars. It only showed its face slightly and then gave the stage to the charming moonlight. When Chen and his family of three went out, Guangzhou was already full of lights. Although there were still not many vehicles on the road, there were police officers on duty guarding every pass. Chen Zhe, who was in the car, could often see through the window that a firework would suddenly rise up in an uncertain place in the city, cutting through the sky, and then turn into lonely sparks and fall down. "You can't set off fireworks for one person." Mao Xiaoqin said: "I saw in the news that after 8 o'clock, the municipal government organized fireworks at Baietan to celebrate the Olympics." "What else can I do if I don't give it to you?" Old Chen said disapprovingly, "We can't execute him if we catch him, so let him go. It's a rare chance for us to have some fun, as long as he stays safe." This is a typical but real mentality among grassroots officials.

It’s not that they don’t want to take care of it, they just don’t have that much time and energy, so at times like this they just turn a blind eye and secretly pray that no unexpected accidents happen. Otherwise, it might not be dealt with at the time, and after the situation has calmed down, you will go through it all from top to bottom. When we arrived at Li Garden, the restaurant was already full. This is the table that Lao Chen booked through an acquaintance, otherwise it would have been really difficult to get it on his own. Although there are many people here, it is not as noisy as the food stalls. After all, it is the New Year’s Eve dinner, and many elders who are usually hidden come out. Everyone pays attention to their quality and etiquette. Soon a waiter hurried over to check Chen Peisong's reservation information, and after confirming it, he turned around and left. I was afraid that if I stayed for one more second, the world would explode. There is no ordering process for this kind of family reunion dinner. Only fixed sets of meals can be chosen. Everyone is busy and they will not serve you individually. For example, if Chen's family of three is to order the 368 set meal, the other dishes are no different from usual, except for the addition of roast suckling pig. Guangzhou people are accustomed to eating roasted suckling pig during festivals. It is crispy and crunchy and has good meaning, because the bright red roasted pig skin indicates a prosperous year. When all the dishes were served, Chen Peisong used a drink instead of wine and raised a glass; "2007 is finally here. From my perspective, this year has been a fruitful, progressive and fruitful year." "Chen Zhuo was admitted to his ideal university, and my wife, the beautiful and virtuous Ms. Mao Xiaoqin, is one year younger." "As for me, I am still a messy, fat middle-aged man, but the good news is that I am one step closer to my retirement dream!" …… Chen thought to himself that Lao Chen's speaking ability was really good. Before his rebirth, he really missed a lot of precious learning opportunities and wealth. If it was Chen Zhe before his rebirth, he might have felt that his father's "nonsense" was a bit annoying, and the surrounding environment was too noisy, and he just wanted to finish his meal quickly and return to his bedroom. Playing with mobile phone and checking QQ, it seems that these introverted people are only their true selves on the Internet. But now, Chen can not only appreciate the cleverness in his father's words, but also respond with high difficulty. Chen Zhuo said: "Then I also wish my parents a prosperous and happy new year." Old Chen was stunned for a moment. He seldom wrote official documents now, so he was unable to understand the unfamiliar characters when he suddenly encountered them. However, Mao Xiaoqin smiled slightly, raised her glass and said, "I hope our family, especially our son, will have a prosperous spring, a peaceful summer, a peaceful autumn and a happy winter in the new year." "My wife is still the best!" Chen Peisong immediately shouted: "Ms. Mao Xiaoqin is knowledgeable, cultured and down-to-earth. She is truly a role model for all the people in the world! Xiao Yu needs to learn more. We need each generation to be stronger than the last!" "Do you think I'm a Nanfu battery?" Empress Dowager Mao said with pretended dissatisfaction. Next, the three of them ate the reunion dinner while chatting leisurely. Until the sound of a text message rang, Chen Peisong picked up his phone and took a look. Someone had sent him a New Year's greeting message. Lao Chen hurried to reply, intending to continue talking to his wife and children, but it was like a falling domino, with New Year greetings messages coming one after another.

Chen Peisong sighed. Although he was only a deputy-division-level cadre with low authority, he knew a lot of people at the grassroots level. Even many business owners in his jurisdiction would send him New Year greetings. Of course, Mao Xiaoqin wasn't much better. She is the deputy director of a department in a Grade A hospital and also has a lot of social relationships to manage. This is especially true for Chen Zhuo. He not only replies to messages, but also takes the initiative to edit text messages for those leaders and business friends. Anyway, the table suddenly became quiet. However, Chen Zhe was a young man and was more skilled in operating the mobile phone, so he quickly dealt with his leader and the client. He looked up and found his parents were still typing away, so he ignored them and sent Yu Xian a photo of himself eating and asked, "What are you doing?" Soon, cos sister replied. She also posted a picture. There was a big dining table in Zhusigang's living room, crowded with many unfamiliar relatives. The fat grandma sat in the middle, her mouth wide open with joy. Perhaps, the Spring Festival only has profound meaning for the elderly and children. In the photo, the small CHANEL bag that Chen Zhuo gave as a gift was placed upright on the cupboard. Chen smiled slightly and told Yu Xian not to overwork himself. Then, he forwarded the photo of eating at Li Garden to Song Shiwei and asked, "What are you doing?" Song Shiwei's reply was not slow either. She also shared her own updates in the form of photos. In a large living room that looked like a villa, a group of well-dressed relatives were sitting scattered around. They are wearing either GUCCI or Dior, and the language conveyed by their eyes, gestures and posture completely reflects the social elite. If Tang Quan hadn't gone in, he might have had some common language with them. "Are you bothered?" Chen asked. "bother." Sweet sister replied straightforwardly. Chen smiled. School Beauty Song hated people who pretended even more than she did. Almost all of these relatives hit her sore spot. "Do you like the little Chanel bag I gave you?" Chen Zhuo suddenly asked. Unexpectedly, Chen Zhuo also bought the same one for Sister Sweet. He really always remembers to "treat everyone equally". However, this can be concealed from Yu Baibai, but for Song Xiaohua, who has been exposed to these things since childhood, she can tell the truth from the false at a glance. “It’s already being used.”

Song Shiwei replied, and after a while, she sent another message. Song Shiwei: Professor Lu has been asking me to return it to you. Chen Zhuo: Are you still paying? Song Shiwei: No return. Song Shiwei: I have also prepared a gift for you. I will give it to you when I get back. While they were chatting, a loud voice suddenly rang out from the TV in the lobby of Liyuan Restaurant: This is the live broadcast of the 2008 Spring Festival Gala of China Central Radio and Television. We, together with people of all ethnic groups across the country and Chinese people all over the world, welcome the arrival of the Year of the Rat... Chen was stunned for a moment, then he realized that the 2008 Spring Festival Gala had begun. Lunar calendar 2008 has officially arrived! Before Chen could say anything, deafening sounds of firecrackers suddenly came from the distance. Like a galloping horse, it inspires people's passion. It also looks like surging waves, creating a strong sense of the New Year. Chen knew that the fireworks display at Baietan must have already begun. In this environment where the eardrums are buzzing and you don't know what to say even when you are face to face. Chen Zhuo opened his phone and sent a message to Yu Xian and Song Shiwei: happy New Year. Even though we didn't celebrate the holidays together. But you have to know. When you are in front of me. You are everything. When you're not in front of me. Everything is you. ——Chen Zhuo The sound of firecrackers soon stopped, but everyone in the restaurant seemed to have had a switch pressed. They all stood up at the same time and listened to the opening song and dance "Flying to Spring" of the Spring Festival Gala. Everyone raised their glasses and shouted: Happy(shen) New(ling) Year(luo). ······ (The two days are quite coherent, so I don’t want to separate them and post them together.) (End of this chapter)