"Ladies and gentlen, I know you’re all very excited, but please everyone quiet down for a mont."
Once the gymnasium quieted down, the host gently reminded:
"For those lucky enough to win cash prizes, if you pay attention, you’ll notice the prize money is available for imdiate withdrawal."
"For those who won physical prizes, please visit the company’s logistics departnt to collect them after the annual eting. The collection is valid for one month."
Mo Jingchun and a few others exchanged glances, all staring oddly at Xu Pengfei.
How unlucky is this? Among all of them, only Xu Pengfei won the fourth prize, the consolation prize.
If anyone claims there are secrets behind the annual eting’s raffle, Xu Pengfei would be the first to disagree.
Hmm... The second would probably be the boss.
After all, I only won the third prize, just 300 yuan more than the president.
For the boss, earning 300 yuan takes less than a second.
"Now let’s enjoy a piano and dance performance by the kindergarten kids titled ’The King Makes Patrol the Mountains.’
"Let’s welco our little friends to the stage."
On the stage, led by the teacher, Candy in her pink dress walked at the front of the little ones.
The little girl saw the piano on stage and went over quietly to sit down.
She waited quietly for the teacher’s signal.
On stage, after arranging all the kids, Li Haiyan, sweating profusely, quickly ran to the front row of the audience, crouching down to watch.
Candy placed her hands on the black and white keys, watching the teacher below the stage.
As Li Haiyan’s raised hand quickly dropped, the rhythm of the piano filled the gym.
At this mont, Candy imrsed herself in the music, hearing nothing but her own playing.
In the first row, Su Wenyan playfully nudged Mo Jingchun’s arm, winking at Xu Pengfei.
Mo Jingchun tilted his head in confusion towards Su Wenyan.
Su Wenyan leaned in to whisper in Mo Jingchun’s ear, "Look, doesn’t that teacher’s outfit look nice?"
Mo Jingchun glanced at the short skirt and replied against his conscience, "Vulgar."
"Boss, what did Su Wenyan just say?"
Mo Jingchun smirked slightly, leaning towards Xu Pengfei’s ear to whisper, "She said you’ve been staring at the teacher."
Hiss~
Feeling the pain in his arm, Xu Pengfei gritted his teeth and grumbled, "Nonsense!"
Facing Li Wanning’s eyes, Xu Pengfei straightened up and said, "I’m an upright gentleman!"
Mo Jingchun grinned and didn’t continue to "fra" Xu Pengfei.
His wife was right there.
If they end up fighting on the bed at ho because of this, it would be a big problem for him.
After all, that’s a matter of life and death.
"Hey? Don’t you think Candy’s piano playing sounds very joyful?"
Mo Jingchun’s smile froze, and he mumbled, "This song is naturally cheerful, and with a bunch of cute kids, isn’t that delightful?"
"True."
Su Wenyan nodded in agreent and said confidently, "Candy is amazing. So young, yet she plays the piano so well."
"Boss, you should nurture Candy more; with that talent, she’ll surely be a musician in the future."
Mo Jingchun smiled without saying anything.
"A big thank you to the kids for the dance and piano performance. Let’s send them off with the warst applause, shall we?"
The performances continued, and indeed, there was so talent in the company.
The self-written and self-perford skits were really funny, after all.
There’s a saying, as long as a skit can make people laugh, it’s a good skit.
In front of the first-row seats, Feiyan was bent over, struggling to lead Candy towards the center.
"Feiyan, I can walk by myself."
Feiyan thought to herself, I know you can, but with the lights off below the stage now, I’m worried you might trip.
Mo Jingchun was engrossed in the skit when he suddenly felt soone tugging at his leg.
He looked down, eting a pair of big blinking eyes.
"Brother."
Mo Jingchun picked up the little one, whispering softly, "Guoguo, how did you get here?"
"Feiyan. Sister brought over from there with a choo-choo-choo..."
"Oh, oh."
More than half an hour later, it was ti for the second round of the raffle.
Mo Jingchun was initially going to draw himself, but seeing those eager little eyes, what else could he do?
He had no choice but to hand the phone over to Guoguo.
"Big prize, big prize," the little one chanted, tapping away on the phone screen with her tiny fingers.
"Oh my god~"
Mo Jingchun glanced down and couldn’t help blurting out a traditional exclamation.
"I # (an herbal plant)"
Su Wenyan and Xu Pengfei, sitting on either side, leaned over curiously.
"No way!"
"Oh my!"
Su Wenyan marveled at the little one, this luck was unmatched.
The only grand prize was actually won by the little one.
It clearly confird that the raffle was full of strings.
Hahaha.
"Ladies and gentlen, let’s take a look at who the grand prize at this year’s annual eting went to."
"Look at the big screen!"
Sigh...
It was the boss’s number.
How awkward.
The host was montarily stunned.
"Uh... Haha... It seems Mr. Mo Jingchun has the best luck."
"Winning the grand prize of this year’s annual eting."
In the audience, Mo Jingchun was quite embarrassed.
On the contrary, the little one was happily dancing in his arms.
The grand prize was a car, which was useless to him.
Mo Jingchun gestured to Xia Xiaomin.
"Go, put the grand prize back in the pool."
Not trusting, Mo Jingchun added:
"Exclude my number from the raffle pool."
Xia Xiaomin wanted to laugh but held back.
Avoiding the grand prize, probably only the boss in the entire gymnasium would worry.
After all, definitely an "inside story."
Mo Jingchun helplessly looked at the cheerful little one, with such luck she’d be the main character, the favored child in a fantasy novel.
After several turns, the grand prize was eventually given away in the third raffle round.
An aunt working in the factory won it.
Seeing the grand prize given away, Mo Jingchun finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The performances ended by seven in the evening.
Buses and temporarily diverted public buses from the county transported all employees to the hotel for dinner.
At the dining table, Mo Jingchun raised his soda, smiling and saying:
"Everyone has worked hard these past years, let’s toast!"
Seeing everyone stand up smiling with their glasses raised, the little one quickly grabbed her milk.
No way she could be forgotten in this toast.
"To another brilliant year!"
"To another brilliant year!"
Having had so drinks, everyone beca more talkative.
The conversations flowed easily.
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