Chapter 695 Sending Red Envelopes
Lunar New Year's eve.
Fireworks bloomed outside the window.
Continuously reflecting the dark rental house.
In the rental house, Fatty Wang stared blankly at a series of data on his laptop.
A large amount of sweat continued to flow from his forehead.
Fear, uneasiness, self-blame, regret...
Countless emotions lingered in his heart, as if they had turned into a mountain, weighing on his heart, making him breathless.
It was as if the last strength had been drained from his whole body, and he lay on the chair like a puppet.
Lunar New Year's eve.
The day of family reunion was full of joy and laughter, but at this moment, he stayed alone in the rental house.
He hadn't left the rental house in an unknown amount of time. He relied on takeout for three meals a day. Every day when he woke up, he stared at the series of numbers in his notebook that haunted him but were cold.
Fatty Wang looked at his final balance with a bitter look on his face.
The past few months have seemed like a dream.
As A shares fell from more than 2,000 points to more than 1,900 points, his balance also dropped from more than 300,000 to about 100,000.
He dare not go home...
More than 300,000 yuan was a huge amount of money for rural areas, and it was borrowed from here and there. When he got home, he didn't know how to face those eyes.
The gambler's mentality makes him want to fight again!
but……
today……
[The stock market] has been closed and there is no longer trading.
Like a walking zombie, after staying in the rental house for a long time, he took out his mobile phone...
At this moment, [WeChat] vibrated.
Immediately afterwards...
He saw the 10,000 yuan in the [WeChat] red envelope.
[Thank you for your contribution to "Dungeon". I hope you can continue your efforts in the new year! 】
That was the red envelope given to him by the leader of Ditui...
His whole body trembled violently, and then his eyes couldn't help but get a little wet.
During the few months of stock trading, he rarely went to meetings and rarely took calls from his leaders. He maintained a state of failure from beginning to end.
But I didn't expect...
When the other party saw that he had received the red envelope, the phone rang again.
He hesitated for a moment...
Finally answered the phone.
"Come to the annual party! Eat a big meal! Get a big red envelope!"
"..."
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The success of [Fat Xiaoan] restaurant gradually turned Chen Geng into the chairman of [Fat Xiaoan Catering Group].
Under...
There are chain restaurants, takeaways, and hotels that just opened in 2011.
When [Bird's Nest International Hotel] was first built, the area east of Yanjing was not very lively.
But half a year later...
As more and more brands move in, this area gradually becomes lively.
"Wow, this year's annual meeting is so grand!"
"Yes, we are making money now, so the annual meeting should be grander..."
"..."
The 2012 annual meeting of Zhang Sheng's companies and cooperative brands was held in the [Bird's Nest International Hotel].
The hotel has twenty-five floors. Except for the top floor, which is used for office and maintenance, all the halls below are used to accommodate the annual meetings of various departments.
[Honeycomb Extreme Free], [Jitu Video], [NC Entertainment], [Bird's Nest Decoration], [iPhone], [Bosch Technology]...
More than three years...
Unconsciously, the scale of Zhang Sheng's industry has become so large and its coverage has become so wide.
4:30 p.m.
A huge crowd of media surrounded [Bird's Nest International Hotel].
Figures in suits were surrounded by the media, showing shyness, nervousness, chatting, or passion.
Fatty Wang is particularly inconspicuous among this group of people...
Instinctively feeling some inferiority complex, he avoided the media and felt embarrassed. After hurriedly walking into the largest floor-to-ceiling hall, which could accommodate a thousand people, Fatty Wang saw the nameplate with his name.
His nameplate is close to the corner, but the position is not too bad, and he can look directly at the stage in the distance...
When Fatty Wang just sat down, he saw someone walking towards him quickly.
"Where have you been during this time?"
"..."
"Everyone is looking for you. I heard others say that you are speculating in stocks?"
"..."
Fatty Wang saw He Yuan. At this moment, He Yuan looked at Fatty Wang with a worried expression. Fatty Wang barely smiled and nodded awkwardly.
At this moment, He Yuan was high-spirited, while Fatty Wang was becoming more and more cautious. A period of isolation and the failure of stock trading had already made him a little afraid without even realizing it.
After the two chatted for a while, Fatty Wang finally looked at He Yuan and asked the question he wanted to know most: "How much will the red envelope be?"
"I don't know... This time, Mr. Zhang will send red envelopes to people across the country. There is a limit on the red envelopes given to people across the country, usually about 200 yuan. However, there is no limit on the red envelopes for our internal employees..."
"..."
"I've heard that if you're lucky, it might be tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands, but if you're unlucky, it could be just a few cents or a few cents... These are completely random..."
"..."
While the two were chatting, bursts of music sounded.
The big screen on the stage suddenly dimmed.
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CCTV.
Time is constantly passing, and the countdown in his ears seems to be beating Ha Wenliang's heart every second.
Sketches, crosstalk, music, dance, magic, rehearsal scenes, passed by his eyes...
They worked hard to carve out each program, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as day and night, but they found that there was never enough time, the program was never perfect, and they never knew whether there would be any changes when the Spring Festival Gala started...
So, he could only check and deduce again and again.
Looking at the gradually rising stage and the staff who were constantly debugging the scene...
Sitting in the backstage, holding the walkie-talkie, Ha Wenliang began to sweat on his forehead.
As a fifth-generation director and a senior, he has experienced countless performances of all sizes, but at this moment, he actually began to get a little nervous.
At 6:30 in the evening.
The artists arrived one after another.
Ha Wenliang walked into the editing and directing team and began to tell the editing and directing team about various things with concern.
After he finished speaking, he looked into the distance...
He found that the position of the assistant director in the distance was always vacant.
"Where is Mr. Zhang?"
"Mr. Zhang is busy outside."
"What is he busy with?"
"I don't know..."
"He, the assistant director, ah..."
Ha Wenliang hesitated to speak, and finally became bitter. Just when he was about to say a few words, he saw a group of leaders coming from a distance.
He hurriedly went to greet those leaders.
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The Spring Festival Gala never sells tickets to the public.
It is basically in the form of invitation, inviting top talents who have performed well or made outstanding contributions in their respective fields in society.
It is a special honor.
Before 2011, the guests invited by the Spring Festival Gala were basically industrial tycoons, scientific research experts, etc.
In 2012, the Spring Festival Gala invited Internet celebrities such as Ma Yunhua, Zheng Huateng, and Li Hong for the first time.
In November, when Zheng Huateng received the invitation to the Spring Festival Gala, he was a little surprised, but then he suddenly felt touched.
Although it was a simple invitation letter, it was an official recognition of the entire industry and his own contributions over the past decade...
But...
When I learned that the deputy director of the Spring Festival Gala was Zhang Sheng...
It was like eating a fly in an instant...
The weather in the evening was getting colder.
Zheng Huateng got out of the car.
Before he could get used to the noise not far away, he saw a warm but annoying smile in front of him.
"Mr. Zheng, welcome, welcome..."
"Hello, Mr. Zhang, congratulations!"
Zheng Huateng saw Zhang Sheng coming to greet him.
The two shook hands.
Zheng Huateng couldn't help but smile.
Then he chatted with Zhang Sheng briefly, and under the camera, he also laughed pretentiously.
Shake hands, take photos, and then follow the mighty team into the venue.
When he entered the venue, in the short dim light, Zheng Huateng's smile disappeared instantly and turned gloomy.
Invisibly, it was as if he had walked into the opponent's home court, and he had become a fish on the chopping board.
It was also a declaration of war!
Red envelope!
Red envelope!
Red envelope!
When he entered the venue, he saw various advertisements about [WeChat] red envelopes, appearing in the most conspicuous places.
Those advertisements made him feel dazzling...
He found his seat and sat down.
Not long after, Ma Yunhua also walked into the venue with a smile.
His seat was arranged next to Zheng Huateng...
After taking his seat, Ma Yunhua simply greeted Zheng Huateng.
Then...
Ma Yunhua, who was smiling and festive, bowed her head and said lightly: "Something big is going to happen!"
After hearing what Ma Yunhua said, Zheng Huateng did not show any expression, as if he had not heard it. He just smiled and greeted the staff in front of the camera cordially, and even waved his hand. When the camera moved away and turned to other entrepreneurs, the smile on his face became solemn: "What do you think of red envelopes?"
Ma Yunhua said expressionlessly: "The biggest mistake I made in my life was that when he was still young, I listened to his provocation and focused on you..."
Zheng Huateng remained silent.
After a while.
He looked at the Spring Festival Gala stage and the increasing number of people.
There were bursts of discussions in his ears, and these sounds were [red envelopes]!
He turned his head and vaguely saw many young people looking down at their phones from time to time, as if they were possessed.
At this moment...
Suddenly, the whole venue suddenly became noisy!
All the lights were focused on the stage...
A figure walked out slowly.
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After Ha Wenliang and the leaders took their seats one by one, it was already 7 o'clock in the evening.
At 7 o'clock, the guest seats were already full.
There was still one hour before the Spring Festival Gala.
At this time...
CCTV released the first Spring Festival Gala warm-up advertisement!
And the name of the warm-up advertisement was the first red envelope rain!