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Inside the venue, a magician was performing magic on the stage.

The audience in the back row could not see the stage. Some simply ignored it, while others stood on their stools and looked up. When they noticed Mrs. Zhou and Director Wen entering the venue, they quickly jumped off the table to show courtesy.

Zhou Yongan occupied Old Wu's seat, sitting there drinking and eating, like a hunter waiting for his prey. When he saw Li Qingwen coming back, he reached out his hand to invite her to sit down.

Li Qingwen's hands were very cold. Zhou Yongan held them in his hands and rubbed them, then picked up the coat hanging behind the chair and put it on her.

Most of the people at their table had gone to drink with their leader, so there were only a few people seated there.

"Your eyes are red. My mother doesn't know how to coax people at all, right?" Zhou Yongan looked at Li Qingwen's eyes carefully and said in a gentle voice.

He reached out and picked up some food and put it in her bowl.

Li Qingwen pried his eyes open, took a deep breath and said, "Why are you sitting here? You should go over and accompany the guests."

In order to hide the fact that he was not too sad, Li Qingwen unconsciously raised his hand to hold up the cup, but was pushed down by Zhou Yongan.

"I'm not nice to talk to, so no one wants me to stay with them. But you need to be watched carefully. Aren't you on your period? And you're drinking."

There was a certain tenderness in his tone, rather than criticism, as if he was reminding her that it was important to take care of her own emotions.

Li Qingwen hung his head in shame and ate the diced meat that Zhou Yongan put in the bowl in silence.

Zhou Yongan suddenly waved towards the distance, and a waiter holding a kettle quickened his pace and walked closer.

Zhou Yongan took the kettle and cup, poured a cup of hot water, and handed it to Li Qingwen: "This is our own annual party, so please be casual and don't drink any more. If you want to drink, just pour some boiled water into this white wine cup."

If Zhou Yongan is good to someone, he is really good to him.

The more he did this, the more Li Qingwen was about to cry, so she lowered her head and urged him, "Hurry up and watch the magic."

On the stage, a banker was dressed in a clown's costume, holding a red cloth bag in his hand, and then he kept producing golden gold from the bag.

"It's just a magic trick. I can do it too." Zhou Yongan muttered.

Suddenly, the magician jumped off the stage and distributed the gold in his hand to the employees at each table. Everyone took a look and found that it was just chocolate wrapped in gold foil!

Zhou Yongan retracted his gaze and saw that Li Qingwen had a big appetite. He ate vegetables one by one and even ate two scallops.

"No one forced you." Zhou Yongan said anxiously.

Li Qingwen said: "I'm hungry."

Zhou Yongan's bowl and chopsticks were still on the table, so he could only pick up Li Qingwen's spoon to scoop some food.

The two of them exchanged chopsticks and spoons in each other's hands. Zhou Yongan glanced at the number plate on her table and said, "Do you believe that I can draw you later?"

Li Qingwen shook his head, giving up hope: "I am immune to winning the lottery."

Those things that come without any effort seem to have nothing to do with her. In the six years since she came to Huayu, every year at the annual meeting, others return with full loads, but she always goes back empty-handed.

Zhou Yongan said: "This year is different, I am here this year."

Do men like to show off their abilities before doing anything, and then get slapped in the face?

Li Qingwen knew that he was trying to cheer him up, so he suppressed the emotion in his heart: "There are thousands of employees here, and this is a one in a thousand chance event, so the low probability is zero."

Zhou Yongan shrugged and stopped explaining.

After a while, as another performance ended, the host called Huayu Vice President to the stage to draw for tonight's special prize.

Yueyue held the microphone and said, "Winners can empty their shopping carts with one click. Are you ready? Vice President Zhou, please come and draw the prize for our lucky winner."

Zhou Yongan specifically stretched out his empty hand and showed it to everyone, then reached into the box, pulled out a piece of paper, and read out the number on it: "0."

There was disappointment at the scene.

Li Qingwen was drinking hot water when he suddenly felt a headache.

I looked at my number.

Zhou Yongan repeated on the stage: "0?"

Originally she thought Zhou Yongan was lying to her, but now he was blatantly reading out her number plate, and Li Qingwen suddenly felt that he was cheating.

Zhou Yongan had already winked at her and said while holding the microphone: "Please ask the others at the table to help the friends who are not at their seats to take a look."

Sister Ivy was walking back from a distance. She circled the entire table and when she came to Old Wu to look, she accidentally caught a glimpse of the number plate in Li Qingwen's hand.

Seeing this, she was even more excited than Li Qingwen himself. She waved and shouted toward the stage, "Here, here, here!"

"Hurry up, Qingwen, you're still sitting there like an idiot, you've won a prize!"

Li Qingwen was pushed around by Ivy, and then he walked up to the podium feeling particularly guilty.

On the stage, Yueyue congratulated Li Qingwen while glancing at the number in Zhou Yongan's hand. She couldn't believe that Vice President Zhou was so lucky to have picked Li Qingwen.

At first glance, there was really a 0 on the note, and he was not calling a horse a zebra.

Yueyue reminded Li Qingwen to open the shopping cart.

Li Qingwen had no intention of accepting the award. Now standing on the podium, he could only open the shopping cart embarrassedly.

Yueyue held the microphone and teased the people below: "Do you want to know what's in Director Wen's shopping cart?"

Li Qingwen's face turned red and he quickly told Yueyue to stop.

Yueyue said in an ambiguous tone, "This is considered personal privacy, so we won't make it public. How about this, I'll pick the most expensive and the cheapest and tell everyone about them. Director Wen, is that okay?"

Li Qingwen checked and found nothing wrong.

Yueyue flipped through the books and couldn't help but say, "Many of them are pet supplies. It seems that our Director Wen has a pet at home, right?"

Li Qingwen nodded.

Yueyue said: "The most expensive one is a Zhongshan suit jacket for the elderly, which costs about 12,000 yuan. It is obviously a gift for an elderly person in the family. Could it be a gift for our old lady Zhou?"

Hearing this, Luo Zijin at the main table glanced at the old lady who was holding the table.

The old lady was obviously listening attentively. After all, she also wanted to know what her granddaughter-in-law, who came from a poor family, was trying to achieve by marrying into their family, how she lived her daily life, and whether her shopping cart was filled with brand-name bags and various jewelry and necklaces.

When he heard that there was an old-age Zhongshan suit, he couldn't help but frown and look suspicious.

Then he snorted again. He spent tens of thousands on a piece of clothing. He was really willing to spend that much. I don’t know if he was so willing to spend that much before getting married. All the money he spent was from the Zhou family.

On the stage, Yueyue read again: "The cheapest one is a book, "Economic Thinking", which costs 35 yuan. I didn't expect our Director Wen to give everyone a lesson during the Chinese New Year. People in the workplace should have a lifelong learning attitude. Okay, let's see how much the total is... 14,000... less than 15,000."

Yueyue said: "Okay Director Wen, you can place your order now."

When Li Qingwen was about to place an order, Zhou Yongan took over the phone and said, "I think we should not place an order for this old-age Zhongshan suit."

Yueyue: "That won't work, Vice President Zhou, we agreed to empty the shopping cart, we at Huayu must keep our word."

Zhou Yongan said, "No one hoards clothes like this. If Director Wen wants to wear this dress, he will have to wait another fifty years, right?"

Li Qingwen couldn't bear it any longer and poked Zhou Yongan with his elbow.

There was laughter from the audience.

At the main table, Luo Zijin smiled as she looked at the little bastard on the stage, saying that he was really holding a grudge and had completely ripped off his grandmother.

The old lady pouted, looking invulnerable.