Old Wang Doesn't Want to be Tragic

Returning from inspection at the Zhucheng construction site, Wang Zhaomou was sitting in the car when he heard the intermittent sound of cannons outside. Hearing the sound, he looked over and saw a few children on the street holding cannons in their hands and laughing together.

The child was wearing cotton padded clothes, his face was red from the cold, and he took out a cannon from the box with agility. Under the watchful eyes of his friends, he wiped the pink end of the cannon against the side of the box vigorously, and saw the flame burst into flames. Come out, give it a quick toss, and cover your ears.

With a "snap", the cannon exploded loudly on the ground, and several children were making a fuss, having a great time playing with their friends.

Looking at the scene outside the car window, Wang Zhaomou raised the corners of his lips.

Today’s Sioux City is full of New Year’s flavor. Every household’s windows are decorated with red grilles. Adults bring their children to buy New Year’s goods and new clothes. There are firecrackers exploding early in the morning, and fireworks are lit up everywhere at night. Fireworks of various colors filled the sky, leaving a strong smell of gunpowder.

This year's Spring Festival, I still go back to Wang's house. Ji Lianhuo has been working overtime for several days in a row, and he can't go home during the Spring Festival. Wang Zhaomou sent "Good night".

This year, Wang Zhaoyun did not come home even after working overtime. The father called Wang Zhaoyun dissatisfied. Wang Zhaoyun said grandly, "I am fighting for my career, please support my work." The father was speechless. Word.

Without worrying about getting married, Wang Qiyan has been very active this year, and even brought a set of brooches designed by herself, one for each member of the family, and it is still a family series.

On New Year's Eve, there was an unusually rich New Year's Eve dinner on the dining table. Father Wang glanced at Wang Zhaoyun's vacant seat and sighed helplessly.

"Oh my God!" Wang Qiyan gnawed on the chicken paws in her hand, amazed, "Why are there no bones in this year's chicken paws! I can eat ten of them!"

"Appropriate amount!" Father Wang glared at his eldest daughter, "Do you still remember that when you were a child, you were greedy, suffered from acute gastroenteritis, vomited and diarrhea, and grabbed the doctor and cried 'I can't do it'?"

"Then when did it happen?" Wang Qiyan waved her hand, "I'm already 28 or [-], you still mention it."

While eating the steaming New Year's Eve dinner on the table, the Spring Festival Gala hadn't even started yet. When a few people had almost eaten, the voices of the male and female hosts came from the TV. Father Wang took everyone to the living room to watch this year's Spring Festival Gala.

Wang Qiyan didn't stop talking. While eating snacks on the table in the living room, she leaned on the sofa, kept checking on the mutual trust news with her mobile phone, and looked up at the TV from time to time.

"This year, we have a special program, please the audience in front of the TV, turn on the mobile phone, open the mutual trust interface and press the refresh button." The dignified and generous hostess smiled all over her face.

"Meidi Group's joint Spring Festival Gala, I wish you New Year's greetings. This evening, there will be three rounds of red envelopes and a round of branded goodies waiting for you to grab for free..." The male host was dressed in a red suit, smiling, and speaking in a correct manner opening.

Wang Qiyan was scrolling through Mutual Trust, when she suddenly saw red envelopes floating on the Mutual Trust interface.

"What's the situation!" Wang Qiyan pressed the phone button in surprise, only to see the enlarged red envelope, a golden rooster gently pecked at the red envelope, the red envelope was opened, and the gold coins that popped out in the past said "Meidi Group United Spring Festival" Happy New Year to you at the party", Wang Qiyan looked at the [-] cents red envelope and said "wow" excitedly.

"I grabbed the red envelope!"

Wang Zhaomou also turned on the phone, looked at the red envelopes floating on the mutual trust interface, pressed one, and it showed three yuan.

"What kind of game is this?" Aunt Song looked at her husband curiously. Father Wang quickly went upstairs, took out his mobile phone from the study, and walked down to show Aunt Song a demonstration.

"Look, this is mutual trust. Press this button to refresh the interface." Father Wang excitedly pressed the OK button in the middle to open the red envelope, looked at the penny on it, and slowly lost his smile.

"I haven't downloaded Mutual Trust on my mobile phone yet, so download one for me." Aunt Song took out her mobile phone and handed it to her husband. Father Wang quickly downloaded Mutual Trust to Aunt Song, registered and verified, and the operation was as fierce as a tiger. Finally, when he looked up, The first round of red envelopes has been snatched up.

"You said that I don't need this penny." Father Wang looked at the amount of money he had robbed a little depressed, and glanced at his son and daughter, all of which were more than he robbed.

Outrageous!

Father Wang stared at the Spring Festival Gala program, thinking about his penny, and after a moment of displeasure, he turned to look at Wang Zhaomou.

"You said that Ji Lianhuo, did he avenge himself?"

"No, it's random." Wang Zhaomou answered concisely while watching the TV.

"He really has the ability to make Huxin appear in the Spring Festival Gala." Father Wang moved his eyes and tried to look at the world of Huxin. After looking through it, he found that many people were just like himself and robbed a penny.

"It must be because the sponsor is too stingy." Father Wang muttered, waiting for the second round of red envelopes, and Father Wang quickly pressed the OK button to open the red envelope, looking at the twenty-five cents displayed on it, his eyebrows frowned. Deeply wrinkled.

Aunt Song imitated her husband and pressed the button. Father Wang looked over and saw the eight dollars and eight cents displayed on his wife's mobile phone, and his eyes widened a little bit.

"No way." Wang Qiyan grinned as she looked at the red envelope she grabbed in the second round, "It's only eight cents!"

"You grab it too." Father Wang looked at Wang Zhaomou with a serious expression, "I want to see if he has backstage manipulation!"

Wang Zhaomou calmly took out his mobile phone, clicked on the red envelope on the screen, and saw that the red envelope showed [-] cents after it was opened. Father Wang looked at his daughter and son and smiled happily.

"You two combined are not as many as I am!"

Wang Zhaomou's cell phone vibrated. It was a red envelope from Ji Lianhuo. Father Wang leaned over, watched his son open the red envelope, looked at the 520 on it, and smiled disdainfully.

"It's just such a small amount of money, can I send it to you?"

Every time I make a move, it is 520 million, but his shot is [-]!

Wang Zhaomou flipped through the news and found that there was another red envelope, which seemed to be sent by Ji Lianhuo before the first round of red envelopes in the Spring Festival Gala. After opening it, he saw that it was 1314.

Wang Zhaomou put down his phone and continued to watch the Spring Festival Gala. Wang Qiyan kept refreshing the dynamics in Mutual Trust. When he saw the Spring Festival Gala jokes sent by netizens, he laughed wildly.

Aunt Song also looked at the mobile phone in her hand, flicking it unskillfully. Father Wang glanced at the program and came over to his wife, "I'll teach you what you want to watch."

"I just want to see." Aunt Song was a little embarrassed, "Where is Zhaoyun working in Mutual Trust?"

Father Wang paused, opened the mini-game function of Mutual Trust, and pointed to the mini-game above, "These are all trial-played by Zhao Yun, and they will release them for more people to play if they have no problem after trial-playing."

"Zhaoyun has played so much?" Aunt Song couldn't help smiling as she looked at the rows of small games in Mutual Trust. As she scrolled down, Aunt Song couldn't help becoming worried.

"Will it be tiring to play so much?"

When the prince heard this, he almost laughed out loud, "It's not like letting him finish playing in one day, you don't even know his kid, he just likes to play games, he can't wait to play them all over again!"

Listening to her husband's words, Aunt Song couldn't help but also smiled, tried to order a small game, and went in to play.

The two programs here have ended, Aunt Song frowned and tried to press the phone button. Father Wang leaned over and saw Aunt Song was playing a game of Sokoban and cooperating with her teammates.

Aunt Song didn't have much experience with games, and she didn't play very well. In the communication box below, her teammates kept typing and cursing.

Father Wang took a look, can this be tolerated? !

The father of the king took his wife's mobile phone without saying anything, and pressed the mobile phone buttons up and down, left and right, and after a while, he pushed the box into the opponent's base camp and won.

"Hongjin, you still know how to play these things." Aunt Song had a bit of admiration in her eyes.

"When I played these games, they weren't born yet!" Father Wang handed the mobile phone to Aunt Song grandly, "I bought a red and white machine in the [-]s, and played with those guys whenever I was free. Invincible all over the street!"

Aunt Song looked at her husband, suddenly realized something, and spoke quietly.

"I've always wondered who Zhaoyun's playful personality resembles."

Father Wang watched his wife be quiet for a moment, coughed twice in embarrassment, turned his head and continued to watch the Spring Festival Gala.

When the third round of red envelopes arrived, Father Wang was a little slow to turn on the phone and trust each other, only to find that the entire round of red envelopes had been snatched.

"Their speed is too fast." Father Wang pressed the button a little depressed, turned to look at other people, Wang Qiyan kept guarding the phone, and snatched the third round of red envelopes as soon as they came out, snatching [-] yuan, setting a record high.

Wang Zhaomou looked at the TV indifferently. After the third round of red envelopes was over, the phone vibrated, turned on the phone, and clicked on the red envelope sent by Ji Lianhuo. Father Wang glanced at it, and it was 9955.

"What does 9955 mean?" Father Wang asked in confusion.

Wang Zhaomou did not speak. Wang Qiyan, who is often active on the front line of the Internet, checked the news and actively raised her hand to answer.

"9955, kiss me for a long time!"

Father Wang's face turned green when he heard these four words.

I knew it!

That Ji Lianhuo had an extremely thick skin!

No shame!

Aunt Song played another game of Sokoban, indulged in a small game, and did not receive a red envelope.

With the end of the Spring Festival Gala, Father Wang ordered two strings of firecrackers to be set outside the door. The sound of firecrackers and fireworks was everywhere outside. The family came out to watch the fireworks. Before they had stood for a while, they heard the sound of bluffing outside.

"Mom and Dad, here we come!"

The courtyard door opened, Wang Zhaoyun happily walked in front, and a person walked out behind him, carrying gift boxes full of hands, and walked into the courtyard door.

The Wang family already knew the people behind Wang Zhaoyun. Wang Zhaoyun stepped forward and solemnly introduced to Father Wang and Aunt Song, "Mom and Dad, this is the boss of my company, Ji Lianhuo."

Father Wang looked at Ji Lianhuo and sneered, Aunt Song stepped forward friendly, with a full smile, "Come on, come on, what are you doing with such things."

"I'll take a look at the two elders." Ji Lianhuo's eyes fell on Wang Zhaomou, and he turned to smile at the two parents in front of him with a clean and clear smile.

Aunt Song greeted Ji Lianhuo and Wang Zhaoyun into the house, Wang Zhaomou was standing in the yard watching the fireworks, Wang Qiyan came over, poked her brother's arm, and winked.

"This is the person who sent you 9955?"

Wang Zhaomou looked at the fireworks in the night sky and gave a faint "hmm".

Wang Qiyan clicked "tsk" twice, this young man is full of enthusiasm.

"He is the boss of Zhaoyun, and he can't wait to come to see your parents. When are you going to introduce him to us?" Wang Qiyan didn't think it was a big deal, and secretly laughed, "You haven't given 'Glory Rose' yet. He, what's the matter?"

"Only one case."

Wang Zhaomou looked up at the fireworks with a gentle tone.

"'The Rose of Glory,' sooner or later it will be his."