At noon on New Year's Eve, the family casually dealt with it. After the lunch break, they began to prepare the New Year's Eve dinner and prepare dumpling fillings.
At around four o'clock in the afternoon, after the Xiangjiang stock market closed, Zhou Yan's agent Frank called again with good news.
"Boss, the news is basically confirmed. The Hang Seng Index has plummeted. If it hadn't happened to coincide with the New Year's holiday, the stocks in the entertainment sector of the Hong Kong stock market would have fallen into pieces!"
"Then you guys can play for a few days and wait for the second half next year," Zhou Yan smiled, "All the entertainment companies in Xiangjiang are involved in organized crime, so it's best to hire a bodyguard team..."
"I got it! Thank you boss for caring!"
"Also, make a report on Liu Anguo and Xinghan's early profits!"
"I'll do it right away!"
Half an hour later, Frank sent over the profit report of the private equity fund. Zhou Yan then sent it to Liu Anguo and made a phone call to say New Year's greetings.
"Boy, it's really thanks to you. In just half a month, it has nearly tripled in size!"
"It's just a trivial matter," Zhou Yan smiled, "People are poor and have short ambitions. There are many places that need money, so they can only follow these crooked ways!"
"You kid, there's no need to belittle yourself. The supplies donated a while ago are still very useful, especially the large quantities of quick-heat food for individual soldiers, which solved a big problem!"
Zhou Yan chuckled: "I'm just a second-hand dealer. I originally planned to sell to Western Europe, but I didn't expect the freezing rain in China..."
"By the way, I heard that there seems to be a fundraiser at the Spring Festival Gala..."
"I plan to donate another 100 million with a bad check. As you know, the transaction has not been completed yet, so I can only use checks for the time being!"
"Something is better than nothing!"
After hanging up the phone, Zhou Yan called Deng Zhuo again: "Old Deng, at the Spring Festival Gala, donate 100 million and go to the company's account!"
"But..." Deng Zhuo was a little embarrassed, "They didn't invite us!"
"You spread the news first, the notification will arrive soon," Zhou Yan smiled, "Also, I have already sent you the benefits of the first half of the Hong Kong stock market, and the benefits of the second half will be even more..."
"Boss, do you think I should also donate some? The money I make is really unreliable..."
Zhou Yan was almost not amused: "It's up to you!"
Next, Zhou Yan called several aunts, uncles, and some acquaintances to say New Year greetings. After the round of phone calls, it was almost dark...
"Shitou, after making the call, come over and cook..."
Half an hour ago, Zhou Yan was still at the top of his game, scolding Fang Qiu, but with my mother's order, he immediately had to put on an apron and turn into a hard-working little chef.
The family raises pigs, and the dishes are basically based on pork: sweet and sour pork ribs, braised pork, liver tips, fat sausages, stir-fried kidneys, shredded cucumber ears, and pig head meat. The rest are relatively light ingredients.
For example, Lao Chu cabbage, dry pot cauliflower...
After cooking, Zhou Yan quickly climbed onto the fire bed and turned on the TV...
The New Year is being celebrated all over the country, but of course the focus is on how the victims and relief officers and soldiers in the south celebrate the New Year.
After looking at it, the disaster relief materials with the banner of Xinghan Holdings appeared in the camera lens. After that, the host also made a special themed visit. Although the protagonist was not Xinghan Holdings, it was almost the same: in the close-up shot
, the people's soldiers happily ate the steaming self-heating food of individual soldiers.
"Although there are no dumplings and glutinous rice balls, it is already good to have hot rice in such a cold weather. During the flood fight in 1998..."
As he said that, the veteran's eyes were already red...
【Thanks a lot!】
Just a quarter after seven o'clock, my uncle led a large group of New Year greetings and rushed in. Zhou Yan quickly jumped out of bed, put on his shoes, and followed the large group.
Affected by the Siberian cold current, Dongyang was much colder than in previous years. The large troops just paid New Year's greetings to their elders and then began to disperse.
Although Zhou Yan was wearing fleece military boots, the cool breeze had been blowing for more than an hour, and the soles of his feet were already completely cold.
When I got home, my father and mother had occupied the hot bed, so I could only do the next best thing and lean on the radiator.
"Xinghan Holding Group donates 100 million to the disaster area!"
"Deng Zhuo, general manager of Xinghan Holdings Group, donated 100 million to the disaster area in the name of all employees..."
At this time, not only the audience present, but also Zhou Yan's parents were stunned: "This Xinghan Holdings is really rich!"
After a while, the host gave Deng Zhuo a small visit: "Mr. Deng, thank you for your donation to the people in the disaster area!"
"This is what I should do," Deng Zhuo smiled honestly, "When one party is in trouble, all parties support it, and it is during the Spring Festival. Anyone who encounters such a situation will lend a helping hand..."
After half past eight, the sound of firecrackers outside the window gradually became louder. Just when Zhou Yan thought that it was so late at night, no one would come, but just a few minutes later, another group of New Year greeters arrived...
"Third uncle, happy New Year!"
A group of acquaintances from the village came here. After chatting for a while, the distant cousin headed by them started to get straight to the point: "Uncle Third, I also want to raise pigs at home next year, and I don't want to go out to work!"
"This is a good thing!"
It’s up to others to raise whatever they want. During the Chinese New Year, Zhou Yan’s father, Zhou Zhenghai, will naturally not throw cold water on others.
Although Zhou Zhenghai has been raising pigs at home for more than a year and is considered an expert in the village, Zhou Zhenghai naturally does not dare to say that he already knows how to raise pigs: the longer he raises pigs, the more he feels that he still knows more.
Too little.
"Third Uncle, I plan to build a pig house in the spring. Can you give me some help?"
Zhou Zhenghai was a little dumbfounded and turned to look at his son, who was leaning against the heater and playing on the computer.
"Dad, what do you think I'm doing? I'm studying mechanics and have nothing to do with raising pigs..."
Zhou Zhenghai could only smile helplessly: "Niece, I don't have much experience, so I can only give you some suggestions..."
"Third Uncle, you are too humble. Who doesn't know that in our town, your family specializes in pig farming..."
Zhou Zhenghai was a little blown away, but when he thought of his own pig farm, all the hardware was made by his own son, he fell from the clouds in an instant...
"That Zhou Yan thing..."
Zhou Yan, who was betrayed by his father, had no choice but to put down his notebook and looked at the instigator Zhou Lin: "Brother, to be honest with you, I asked someone to ask the professor of the Agricultural University about these hardware in our home.
If you want to make the same one, there is no problem at all. We still have the drawings..."
Zhou Lin was frightened and quickly explained: "I just want to build a simpler one!"
"Then there is no problem. There are several large-scale pig farms in the neighboring village. When they are being built, just go and visit them..."
