Inside the manor.
The Chinese New Year dinner was coming to an end.
The Spring Festival Gala had also concluded with the song "Unforgettable Tonight."
"Unforgettable tonight, unforgettable tonight."
"No matter where in the world."
"All of China holds the sa embrace."
"Together wishing our country well, our country well."
"..."
"The green mountains remain, the people are not yet old."
"..."
The older people get, the more nostalgic they beco. In the past, Tang Qing used to listen to this song without any particular feeling, deeming it not as appealing as pop music, but now, it induced an entirely different mood.
The Spring Festival Gala had ended.
The adults began handing out New Year’s money.
The second uncle gave it in card form.
Even Tang Qing got one.
One card per person, not much money, just six figures, which to most people seed like a lifeti of savings. But for Tang Kai, he probably wouldn’t even bother to pick it up if it fell on the ground.
Qin Shiqi and her sister’s cards.
Together amounted to 1.32 million.
So much money.
It was actually a form of indirect "sponsorship." The wages of their aunt and uncle weren’t high, they definitely wouldn’t accept money normally, only during monts like these, under the guise of giving to the younger generation, could they accept it openly.
As for how to spend it.
That was up to them.
So elders gave more, others less.
All in all.
Qin Shiqi felt she had struck it rich.
However.
Because the amount was so large, right after Qin Shiqi had received it, it was taken for safekeeping by her aunt. Faced with her mother’s brazen "robbery," Qin Shiqi’s eyes turned red with frustration, she nearly called the police.
Seeing she couldn’t get it back.
The girl cunningly turned her gaze to Tang Qing.
"Brother, where’s your New Year’s money?"
"Since when do brothers give their sisters New Year’s money?" Tang Qing feigned ignorance.
"Yeah, there is if you give it, brother..." Qin Shiqi stretched out her hand, drawing out her plea with her pitiful big eyes fixed on him, and only at tis like these would Qin Shiqi admit defeat.
Tang Qing searched his pockets.
Two notes.
"Here, don’t ntion it, spend it however you like."
"..."
Qin Shiqi wasn’t picky.
She snatched the two red notes and stuffed them into her tiny purse, this year she at least had a harvest, already plotting how to wrest so ownership of the New Year’s money back from her mother.
Last year’s thod definitely wouldn’t work.
This year, she needed a new trick.
...
By now.
It was very late.
They each went back to their rooms to rest.
Tang Qing also returned to his room.
He took out his mobile phone, his QQ flashing non-stop with New Year greetings, at least a hundred ssages, Tang Qing also felt helpless, communication tools made staying in touch easy but also left no place to hide.
Without a phone.
Many annoyances could be avoided.
With it, a single call could reach him anyti, anywhere. With QQ, these ssages would keep coming even if he didn’t want them, and he couldn’t just ignore them or else people would say he was heartless and putting on airs.
Social tools.
Did people really want them?
Tang Qing couldn’t quite say.
He briefly showed up in his high school and university class groups with a quick "Go to sleep early, good night," before withdrawing. Mainly because there were too many people, dozens, each saying sothing.
He couldn’t reply to them all.
He then opened a celebrity group chat from an annual eting he had joined before, and they were surprisingly bustling in conversation.
Seeing them so engrossed.
Tang Qing just sent a simple "Happy New Year."
Suddenly.
The group got lively.
Tang Qing rarely participated in their chats, but he didn’t let the group go cold; after all, he was the chairman of Cot Group, a new big shot in the entertainnt industry, the kind who never watched entertainnt news.
Normally, almost no interactions.
Being able to chat in the group,
Being screen-peeped,
had already achieved the goal.
Especially for those not yet at the level of king or queen of Entertainnt, resources in the Entertainnt circle are limited and needed to be competed for.
Princess Wang: "Tang the tycoon has appeared!"
Uranus Liu: "Do you still have so of that tea from last ti, I want two ounces."
Hu Ge: "Happy New Year, Tang Director, may your wealth flow abundantly."
Dolphin Sound: "May everything go as you wish."
Yifei: "May all your wishes co true."
Even Wang Yan hadn’t slept yet, she kept looking at her mobile phone, hoping to see Tang Qing pop up and say a few words. Unexpectedly, she really did get her chance.
Tang Qing typed, "Thank you, everyone, let’s work hard together in the new year."
"Two ounces of tea leaves, available anyti you pass by the Shanghai Stock Market."
"Tang Director has two ounces of tea leaves, what do we have?"
"Ha ha, sticking to now, okay, I can responsibly tell you... ╮(￣▽￣)╭." In the end, Tang Qing still used an emoticon that hadn’t beco popular.
"Is this punctuation... an expression?"
"Amazing."
"I’ve learned sothing."
"Tang Director is so naughty."
"..."
This ’shrug’ emoticon received unanimous praise.
The chat lasted for about fifteen minutes.
It was getting late. As the Chinese New Year allows precious monts, there should be so festivity, Tang Qing, humming a tune, headed into the bathroom.
...
anwhile, Tang Qing was enjoying himself.
Japan,
Nagoya,
Maruyama Clan.
Due to his mother, the Maruyama Clan had always celebrated the Spring Festival, with lights and festive decorations, yet today it was much quieter than usual, only the lights and a rather dull dinner.
After midnight,
Only a small half of the dishes on the table were eaten.
Maruyama Takeshi and his daughter were drinking wine.
On the adjacent TV, a replay of the Huaxia Spring Festival Gala was being shown.
However,
Maruyama Takeshi was not in the mood to watch this year.
What he was thinking about was sothing else.
Today a friend had visited and ntioned that Huaxia’s richest inland tycoon was surprisingly a student. Usually, news from Huaxia that had no business intersection with him was seldom followed.
Curiosity piqued,
When he saw Tang Qing’s photo, he was stunned for a long ti.
Upon hearing his voice again,
he was certain it was him.
Endless confusion followed.
Why was Tang Qing on that ship?
Why were there weapons on the ship, especially unconventional weapons? Who were those people around Tang Qing, and was the current owner of ijo Shipping really Tang Qing’s man?
He couldn’t figure it out.
He couldn’t see through it.
He didn’t understand.
"Father, you’re spacing out again," Maruyama Miyuki called out.
Maruyama Takeshi’s eyes twitched, he gently shook his head.
"It’s nothing."
At that ti,
Maruyama Miyuki had not seen Tang Qing’s real face; only he had, and surely, he couldn’t tell her about it, not when Tang Qing wished to keep his identity hidden.
That night,
The towering blaze, the explosion of warships, were all ant to intimidate.
Tang Qing,
was definitely not just so tycoon from Huaxia who dabbled in making movies, selling apparel, or running so solar energy company. It would be underestimating him heavily.
Fortunately,
they were not enemies.
The Maruyama Family had a very good relationship with the Ge Family, and Tang Qing also had financial interactions with the Ge Family, aning they were on the sa path. Thinking about this, Maruyama Takeshi decided to take a trip to Huaxia when he had the chance.
To thank Tang Qing in person.
Such a character,
he also wanted to make an acquaintance.
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