The New Year of 1941 has arrived.

This day is the first day of the lunar calendar in the Xinsi year.

Suitable for worship.

No taboos.

January 27, 1941 in the Gregorian calendar.

On the street, there are bursts of firecrackers and joy.

After working hard all year, isn’t it the New Year that we are waiting for?

Shanghai District Headquarters of the Military Unification Bureau.

Everyone is here.

As soon as she came in, Wu Jingyi distributed New Year red envelopes.

Everyone has.

There was a lot of laughter.

Then, everyone's eyes fell on Meng Shaoyuan.

See what I do?

“Boss, I’ll make a fortune in the New Year and everything goes well!”

Xu Zhu cupped his hands and said.

"Ah, so are you, so are you!"

Meng Shaoyuan said perfunctorily.

"No, sir." Qi Xuezhen hinted at the side, waving the red envelope she just received from Wu Jingyi intentionally or unintentionally: "Xu Zhu said the boss is getting rich!"

"We all get rich, we all get rich!"

Still no action.

So stingy.

It’s Chinese New Year and you don’t even get a red envelope?

Look at how generous Secretary Wu is.

"Have you got all the red envelopes?"

In order to quickly change the topic, Meng Shaoyuan coughed: "The code name of this operation is 'New Year'. I declare that the operation has officially begun!"

"yes!"

Although they extremely despised Master Meng as a person, everyone still answered loudly.

"Li Zhifeng."

"arrive!"

"Open the red envelope and take a look."

"do what?"

"Sir's order, let's see how much it costs."

Under Meng Shaoyuan's coercion and inducement, Li Zhifeng reluctantly opened the red envelope.

Oh, a whole hundred dollars!

This move is not generous, but generous!

Meng Shaoyuan's eyes widened: "Sister Jingyi, where did you get so many dollars?"

Wu Jingyi checked the weapon and said before leaving: "You put it in the safe at home."

"Oh ah!"

In the office, I heard Meng Shaoyuan scream:

"Come back, that's my fucking money!"

…

"Xiao Li, please give me back fifty yuan."

"No, Secretary Wu gave it to me."

"Xiao Li, you might as well give me back ten yuan."

"If you don't give it, you won't give it!"

"Li Zhifeng, you don't want to hang out anymore, right?"

"You put on my little shoes and you don't give them back!"

OK, OK, I guess you have some talent!

And you, Wu Jingyi, are so cruel!

Then use my money to be a good person! Meng Shaoyuan gritted his teeth!

When Master Meng gets angry, someone will naturally be in trouble.

…

White Darling Road.

Meng Shaoyuan got out of the car.

The children were very happy, setting off firecrackers, clapping their hands and laughing.

The adults are all busy there.

After a while, relatives and friends will surely come to pay New Year's greetings.

The living conditions of the people living here are pretty good. Relatives and friends are visiting during the Chinese New Year. Why don’t you treat them well?

No matter what, I have to drink more wine today.

Housewives don't care about their men today, they can be as unbridled as they want during the Chinese New Year.

A table was set up in front of the house, and four people started playing mahjong early in the morning.

A pretty lady in her thirties was out of luck and fired several cannons in succession.

"Mrs. Qin, I'm really unlucky today."

"No." Mrs. Qin muttered.

It’s okay to lose money in normal times, but if you lose money on New Year’s Day, according to superstition, you shouldn’t lose all your money in a year?

"Don't type this, type this."

A voice suddenly came from behind the wife.

When Mrs. Qin turned around, she saw a pretty good-looking young man, wearing a suit and tie, a windbreaker, and a woolen top hat.

Meng Shaoyuan held down her hand that wanted to hit Dongfeng, and took out a card of eight and hit it out.

"Ba Tiao, eat, Mrs. Qin, I'm a relative of the Nong family." Xia Jia happily ate a card.

Mrs. Qin was about to say no, but Meng Shaoyuan smiled and replied: "Yes, I am Mrs. Qin's cousin."

As he spoke, he quietly touched Mrs. Qin's hand.

Ouch, shameless.

Mrs. Qin rolled her eyes at this "cousin".

On one side, Li Zhifeng and others walked into the alley next to them.

Mrs. Qin touched another Dongfeng card: "How to fight?"

"Kujo."

While taking advantage of the nine strokes, Meng Shaoyuan touched Mrs. Qin's hand again.

devil.

In a blink of an eye, it was Mrs. Qin's turn to draw the cards again.

Upon seeing it, Mrs. Qin shouted excitedly:

"To touch the east wind, to face the enemy, the door will be clear!"

The three families took out the money and said, "Mrs. Qin, it's a good thing that I listened to cousin Nong. Cousin Nong knows how to play mahjong."

Mrs. Qin rolled her eyes at Meng Shaoyuan again.

But this eye roll has some other meaning in it.

…

Li Zhifeng stood at the gate and watched, lighting up a cigarette.
To be continued...