It’s the New Year...

It’s the New Year...

Suddenly I had no intention of working at all.

What the hell!

Thinking about the task makes me anxious.

It’s the Chinese New Year, and I’m still so busy with work.

Whoever wants to do it will do it!

The only task now is to make money!

Make money!

Make money!

Make money for the New Year!

Give out red envelopes and benefits during the Chinese New Year!

Everyone should have one!

Dayang must give it. What other flour, rice, peanut oil...

All want money!

Where does the money come from?

Become a spy!

Squeeze it out of the spy!

Ah ah ah, go and become a spy right away! Try to squeeze out hundreds of thousands of dollars and have a good year.

Now, one Jiang Guohu has been captured, and a few more need to be captured!

One Jiang Guohu is not enough. If this guy would rather die than surrender and refuse to confess, then it will be over. He will have no money to spend the New Year.

"Eight Peaks!"

"coming!"

"The Chinese New Year is coming soon, will you go back to Jinling?"

"No reply!"

"Don't want to go home?"

"What's there to think about? I don't want to spend the New Year at home. There are too many elderly people at home, and I am a junior. It takes me several days just to kowtow. I also have to be reprimanded every day. A few words for this, a few words for that. It's depressing.

I want to die. I don’t want to go back. Do you want to go back?”

"No. I'm just asking. If you don't want to go back, we will celebrate the New Year in Hangzhou."

"Okay. I can't wait to do it!"

"Your men..."

"As long as you pay the holiday fee, it doesn't matter whether you get it back or not."

"Okay. I'll figure out a way to spend the holiday money."

"I'm just waiting for your words. Then it's all up to you."

Gu Bafeng smiled happily.

Zhang Yong's ability to make money can be summed up in four words: unprecedented.

As long as Zhang Yong agrees to spend money on the festival, everyone will be extremely rich during the Chinese New Year this year. Each person will start at least 50 yuan.

As long as you have money, where can you celebrate the New Year?

In Jinling, I was restricted by others and couldn't let go. I didn't dare to play as much as I wanted.

With Hangzhou, the mountains are high and the emperor is far away, and all the big guys are gone. They are the local emperors. They can do whatever they want. Even if they fly to the sky, no one will care.

"Okay." Zhang Yong was not modest either.

He is still very capable of making money from spies.

Counting all the people celebrating the New Year in Hangzhou, that's two to three hundred people.

Calculated based on 500 people, each person has one ocean, which is 50 oceans. Adding them all up, that is 25,000 oceans.

Little things.

Just catch a few spies.

Now, Jiang Guohu has been arrested. And Ding Furong. Who else?

"Captain Zhang!"

"Director Gu!"

Kong Younian suddenly shouted meaningfully.

Zhang Yong looked back at him but said nothing.

Don't bother.

We are discussing the holiday expenses.

If you, the Kong family, have nothing to do, don't bother them for the time being. All big things will have to wait until after the New Year.

But soon his eyes brightened again.

But Kong Younian quietly took out two envelopes. One was thick and the other was thin.

"Thank you for your hard work, both of you."

"This is petty and disrespectful."

"Please accept it, both of you."

Kong Younian handed the thick envelope to Zhang Yong and the thin envelope to Gu Bafeng.

Zhang Yong is also welcome. This is what he deserves.

Kong Fansong said before that it would definitely be of some benefit. How could Zhang Yong not accept it?

Accepting the money from the Kong family is equivalent to a fair transaction. From now on, we will not owe each other anything. Use the money to do things. If you don’t delay, you will not owe anything. Otherwise, the Kong family will still owe you a favor. Others don’t want to owe you a favor. Things that can be solved with money.

, why use favors?

"Thanks!"

Gu Bafeng also took it with a smile.

They are all experts and understand the hidden rules.

This matter must be kept secret.

The money in the envelope is also the sealing fee.

You must not let the matter spread, lest the British Consulate knows about it.

Zhang Yong opened the envelope and looked inside. It was good. It was a thick stack. They were all US dollars. They were all in denominations of 10 yuan.

A conservative estimate would be around five hundred dollars.

It’s not much. It’s a meeting gift. The bulk will definitely not be given until the event is completed.

With Kong Fansong's credit, he will definitely not default.

What should I do? I’ve accepted all the money. Do I have to work overtime during the New Year?

Tangled...

Suddenly my mind moved.

A small red dot appears on the edge of the map. There are a large number of small white dots next to it.

Huh?

Who is coming?

Looks like he has a lot of status?

Not long after, the other person appeared in sight. It was a strange man whom he did not recognize.

He is quite imposing. At first glance, he is not someone to be trifled with. However, he does not look like he is in a high position. Rather, he seems to have been mixed up in the world. He has a somewhat reckless temperament.

"Who is here?" Zhang Yong asked pretending to be unconscious.

"Wang Jichang." Gu Bafeng replied.

"what for?"

"This pier belongs to his family. It belongs to the Wang family."

"Amazing……"
To be continued...