Xiao Feng held Xu Nuo's hand and came downstairs. He looked at the heads in the living room and felt dizzy. Why were there so many people?
"Brother, what are you and Sister-in-law Nuo doing up there?" Xiaoqiang was sitting in a wheelchair with a mean look on his face.
Xiao Feng came to Xiaoqiang and tapped his head gently: "You're a little kid, why do you ask so many questions?"
"Hmph," Xiaoqiang pouted and muttered: "You don't have to hit me on the head now and call me a brat. Later, I will also hit your son and call him a brat."
"What did you say?" Xiao Feng didn't hear clearly and asked one more question.
"Ah, it's nothing. I said I won't ask," Xiaoqiang shook his head hurriedly: "Brother, are there any activities during the Chinese New Year today? Are there any big red envelopes?"
"There's a big red envelope, but it won't be given until tomorrow. It's for the first year of junior high school," Xiao Feng grinned, as if he really didn't prepare a red envelope.
Seeing that he couldn't receive a red envelope today, Xiao Qiang didn't bother to talk to Xiao Feng: "I went to find someone else to play with," he said, and said to the man behind him: "Push me over there,"
"Mr. Wen knows that Xiaoqiang is here," Xiao Feng asked one more question.
The man behind the wheelchair nodded: "Yeah, I know,"
"That's okay," Xiao Feng was relieved. He was afraid that this kid would come over by himself and Mr. Wen would not be able to explain it to him.
"Xiao Feng, come here," Xiao's mother appeared and found Xiao Feng: "Have you prepared a red envelope?"
"No,"
"I sent someone out to buy some, but I forgot to prepare it,"
Xiao Feng nodded: "Okay, I'll go for it myself."
"Well, be careful on the road,"
Xiao Feng looked around and saw that Zhang Yu was doing nothing, so he pulled him out and said, "Come with me to buy red envelopes and go to the bank to withdraw some money."
"Oh, why don't you just go ahead and drag me along?" Zhang Yu was a little unhappy. Who would want to go out on such a cold day?
"Nary, if I can take it, what do I want you to do?" Xiao Feng cursed, kicked Zhang Yu into the car, started it, and left the Moon God Manor.
After waiting for an hour, when Zhang Yu looked at the piles of money in front of him, he was a little dumbfounded: "Brother Feng, it's Chinese New Year, why are you bringing so much cash? There are several million in it, right?"
"Five million," Xiao Feng replied casually and signed his name on the list.
"..." Zhang Yu was speechless: "Five million, do you want to go back and sleep with me?"
"No, sealing red envelopes," Xiao Feng shook his head: "How can you get one hundred and two hundred dollars these days? Just girls like me can seal red envelopes of at least one hundred thousand yuan each, and they can almost divide it into two One million, and then my mother also has to give her daughter-in-law a red envelope. I guess five million is not enough. Plus there are guests coming with children, so shouldn’t she be given a red envelope worth tens of thousands of dollars?"
Zhang Yu grinned: "This isn't the Chinese New Year. It's obviously a wonderful time to distribute cash. Brother Feng, how many red envelopes have you prepared for me? If I don't get hundreds of thousands, I'll slap you in the face and you won't be able to take it." Take action, right?"
"Yes, I have prepared five hundred thousand for you," Xiao Feng said, looking at Zhang Yu.
"Really?" Zhang Yu's eyes lit up. Although he was already rich now, five hundred thousand still made people very happy. It was the first time in history that he received a huge red envelope of five hundred thousand.
‘Pah’, Xiao Feng slapped Zhang Yu on the head: “Really, five hundred thousand has been delivered, please keep it.”
"Holy shit..." Zhang Yu cursed, this kid is really cruel, one slap is worth half a million.
"Mr. Xiao, have you seen enough? If not, I will transfer him from another branch," the president asked, standing beside him with a smiling face.
Xiao Feng nodded: "Well, that's enough, no more trouble,"
"Okay, Mr. Xiao can come over anytime if you need it,"
"Okay, let's go first," Xiao Feng smiled, asked the staff to put the money into the box, and left with Zhang Yu.
Back in the car, Zhang Yu looked back at the box on the back seat: "It seems that it is better to have power. If you come to withdraw money, you don't need to withdraw money to make an appointment. If you are an ordinary citizen, you can come over and give it a try. How much can you withdraw?" One hundred thousand, but I still have to give you three days to make an appointment,"
"These days, if you go to the toilet, no one has to wait in line for a long time," Xiao Feng curled his lips: "Hey, do you know where anyone sells red envelopes?"
"With so much money, what kind of red envelope can be included? I can just give it to cash. It's red anyway,"
"That's so bad. People think I'm like some idiots who like to use cash to show off their wealth and put up money walls. It's really vulgar,"
"There is a cultural and sports mall in front, let's go inside and have a look,"
"Okay," Xiao Feng nodded, drove to the cultural and sports shopping mall, got off the car with Zhang Yu, and threw the car carrying five million in cash at the door.
Although it is New Year's Eve, there are still many shops in the cultural and sports mall. When customers see them coming, they all ask what they need.
"I want to buy red envelopes,"
"The red envelopes are here. There are many styles. You can choose from them."
Xiao Feng took a few glances and found that the styles were quite beautiful, but they were a bit small: "Well, are there any big ones?"
"Big ones, these red envelopes can hold thousands of dollars,"
"I don't pretend to have thousands,"
The clerk was stunned: "How much is it? Ten thousand,"
"One hundred thousand,"
"..." The clerk was speechless. Nowadays, the tastes of rich people are like this. "Sir, there are no red envelopes that can meet your requirements. They are not sold in the entire cultural and sports mall."
"ah,"
"However, I have an idea. You can buy this red document bag, which can hold a hundred thousand yuan." The clerk took out a red paper bag and handed it to Xiao Feng.
Xiao Feng looked at it for a few times. Although it was not as good-looking as those styles, it was better because it was big enough and contained enough money. "Okay, that's it. Give me forty. In addition, give me the biggest red envelope." Come fifty,"
"Okay, sir," the clerk said. This man was either a show-off or a really rich man. Judging from his appearance, he probably didn't look like a show-off, but more towards the latter.
Ten minutes later, Xiao Feng and Zhang Yu returned to the car with their bags, and then returned to Luna Manor. He found his mother, gave her all the cash, and asked her to pack it.
There are many people coming to Luna Manor today. It doesn't feel like celebrating the New Year. It's like a large gathering. Among them, there are many real people in power in Jiuquan. Just walking out and stamping their feet can make Jiuquan tremble.
When Xiao Feng saw the old guys for Tian in the auditorium, another thought came to his mind. These old guys were all giants. If something happened to him, he would probably have to walk around without food. They If something goes wrong, the whole of China will be in turmoil.
Xiao Feng's idea is definitely not alarmist. Whether it is Sun Xiaoqi or Shen Du and others, they are all local emperors, people who completely cover the sky with one hand. There are even some people who dominate the economic lifeline of many cities, not only the underground world, but also the There will be major earthquakes on multiple levels.
"Master Qi, what are you playing, fighting landlords?" Xiao Feng came to a table and looked at the people sitting in a circle.
"Yes, come,"
"No, you guys can play," Xiao Feng looked at He Jinming and murmured in his heart, numb, fighting the God of Gamblers against the Landlords, isn't this just looking for excitement? , and win.
However, what surprised Xiao Feng was that He Jinming lost several games in a row. He was so angry that he even said that he was not lucky and could not get good cards.
"Come on, kid, help me beat him up, I'm going to the bathroom," He Jinming waved to Zhang Yu and then stood up.
"Mr. He, why do you keep losing?" Xiao Feng was curious and couldn't help but follow him.
"I'm just out of luck," He Jinming was stunned by Xiao Feng's question.
"But you are the God of Gamblers, the God of Gamblers..."
He Jinming finally understood what Xiao Feng meant and smiled: "You mean, if I just play around, I can change the cards and win, right?"
"yes,"
"A group of old brothers, what's the point of playing like that?" He Jinming slowed down and patted Xiao Feng's shoulder: "Boy, you are still young and don't understand some things. Just like me, I regard gambling as my career. Over time, what kind of fun is there? If I resort to tricks and cheating, even the seventh person is no match for me, but what I want to find is the real fun of playing cards."
Xiao Feng heard He Jinming's words and nodded thoughtfully: "Yes."
"Boy, remember, if possible, never let your interest turn into a career. Even if you can integrate your interest and career, over time, it will be corroded by various external factors such as interests and reputation. and a qualitative change occurs,"
"I see,"
"Okay, don't go to the bathroom with me, hahaha," He Jinming saw that Xiao Feng had listened, smiled happily, and left.
"A Feng, come here, I have something to discuss with you," Feng Laoer's loud voice came from the distance.
"What's the matter, Fatty Pig?" Xiao Feng sat down and said, "If it's a good thing, just say it. If it's a bad thing, don't say it. It's Chinese New Year, so don't let me down."
"Several major areas of the Southeast Film and Television City have been completed. I am planning to hold a large-scale event during the winter vacation and let your wife Murong Xue support me."
"That's my cousin, please, don't talk nonsense outside," Xiao Feng was frightened by Murong Xue's fanatical fans and hurriedly said to Feng Laoer.
"Okay, your cousin," Feng Laoer nodded: "Wouldn't your movie start filming after the 15th? With this east wind, there will be a big event involving thousands or tens of thousands of people."
Xiao Feng thought about it for a while, but he was a little moved. Anyway, he was just having fun, "Well, how many shares does the Xiao family hold in your Southeast Film and Television City?"
"25%,"
"Only 25%,"
"Okay, I'm only 35%,"
"I think I'm a little short. In this case, I don't care if you want shares. How about you give 5% to Murong Xue personally?"
"Give her 5%, and she will be a lifelong spokesperson." Feng Laoer is not a boss who is willing to suffer losses.
"Okay, no problem," Xiao Feng nodded in agreement.
"That's not right, damn it, you have 25%, and if you give her another 5%, wouldn't that be the same as me?" Feng Laoer realized, these two are a family.
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(Interests and professions are really Xiao Wu’s personal feelings,)
