Siheyuan, don't yell at me

When the song was over, many old comrades who had participated in the Korean War had tears in their eyes.

After He Daqing bowed deeply to the audience.

The entire party venue was filled with thunderous applause, warm applause, prolonged applause, and endless cheers!

He Daqing, wearing a Zhongshan suit, raised his hand and waved to the leaders with a friendly smile on his face.

The face with thick eyebrows, big eyes and a strong body made people feel close to him involuntarily.

No wonder, He Daqing is a first-class combat hero and a special meritorious contributor.

With this handsome man, mighty body, and extraordinary bearing, it is not an exaggeration to describe him as the ancient Xiang Yu.

He Daqing deliberately posed in front of the camera in several ways.

This is the first Spring Festival Gala, and I, He Daqing, will definitely be the protagonist.

Director Wu looked at Minister Lin who was sitting at the other table. The two of them looked at each other in silence, and both saw shock in each other's eyes.

Damn it, is this still the same scoundrel He Daqing?

This guy is really good at pretending. He suddenly becomes a positive character.

He Daqing stepped down from the stage, shook hands and exchanged greetings with all the leaders along the way. It took him a while before he returned to his seat.

Minister Lin exchanged seats with someone else and moved to He Daqing's table, looking He Daqing up and down as if he were a monster.

"He Daqing, you are really good, pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger!"

He Daqing just laughed it off, dealt with it casually, and started chatting with Minister Lin.

A table of people watched opera and talked about all sorts of things.

Minister Lin saw that He Daqing had become famous and also shared exclusive information.

"I have something to tell you, but you have to keep it secret."

"Well, who am I, He Daqing? I keep my mouth shut.

If the news leaked, it must be Director Wu."

"Minister, don't listen to He Daqing's nonsense. You know best what kind of person I am."

Minister Lin nodded, indicating that he had confidence in Director Wu's character.

“It’s not a big deal, it will be announced in a few days.

We are discussing within our organization the issuance of a second set of RMB.”

He Daqing looked disdainful.

"What kind of secret is this?

Isn't it a matter of time?

I guessed it early in the morning.

It goes without saying that our newly issued currency should be aligned with the ruble of our Soviet big brother.

I can even guess the ratio of new money to old money.

Ten thousand old coins can be exchanged for one new coin.

After all, the purchasing power is there. Now, 10,000 old coins are barely equivalent to one ruble..."

Minister Lin was confused. The organization had just started discussing it, and you, He Daqing, had already figured out how to issue and exchange the new currency?

Damn it, why don’t you, He Daqing, go to heaven?

Do you want to be the Minister of Finance?

Although he wanted to refute He Daqing, Minister Lin still felt that what He Daqing said was unreasonable.

If the second set of RMB issued is really as He Daqing said, this bastard will definitely brag about it.

One can already imagine He Daqing's shameless attitude.

Did you see it?

The Ministry of Finance was at that level, and after discussing the issue for several months, I, He Daqing, gave a solution in just one minute.

Idiots, they are all a bunch of idiots.

Minister Lin had a gloomy look on his face. He no longer had the desire to chat with He Daqing and changed his seat back.

Let you, He Daqing, show off for a few days, but after the New Year, you will suffer.

Last time you offended the big boss, how can you let it go so easily?

This year's Spring Festival Gala was the first of its kind, with a makeshift team and only ten programs in total.

After a while, it was time for the tenth program.

The last program was "March Towards Socialism" led by a soprano.

With He Daqing's loyalty to the country as a precedent, this song is just pleasant to the ears, as can be seen from the sparse applause.

It started at 7:30 and ended at around 9:00.

A group of senior leaders came out of the TV station's conference room.

The drivers who were smoking and chatting outside came to greet their leader.

As a vice-ministerial leader, He Daqing naturally also had a driver.

Since becoming a ministerial-level leader, He Daqing no longer pretends.

He directly bought himself a brand new GAZ car, and no one was so foolish as to ask He Daqing where the car came from.

Seeing a group of ministerial-level officials, and even vice-state-level officials, driving old and broken cars.

He Daqing was very proud. He just got into the car, but he walked as if he didn't care about his relatives.

There were only about a dozen parked cars on this road that could compare with He Daqing.

In the small courtyard of the Red Star Winery, Qin Huairu and Liu Lan heard the noise outside and went out to greet them with joy on their faces.

Sha Zhu and two widows also came out to watch the fun.

He Yushui also ran out with three little kids.

Among the three little babies, one was born to Shazhu and the widow.

Sha Zhu is really awesome. He made He Daqing a grandfather when he was only in his thirties.

He Daqing gave the driver two packs of cigarettes and a bottle of good wine.

"Go back early and spend a reunion with your family..."

After sending the driver away, He Daqing walked towards his family with a big laugh and entered the house in a lively manner.

There was a large table full of sumptuous New Year’s Eve dinner, and everyone was eating and drinking while chatting and laughing.

He Daqing particularly cherishes this warm atmosphere.

In her previous life, the White Widow and those two ungrateful cubs.

Once they sat down at the table, they would only complain about He Daqing's incompetence and inability to make a lot of money.

After three rounds of drinking, He Daqing was a little tipsy, but he rarely acted crazy.

He took out a thick handful of money from his pocket and said:

"Hurry up and kowtow to me to wish me a happy new year. Ten thousand yuan for each kowtow."

He Yuzhu's face was full of joy.

"Dad, if you say that, I, Shazhu, will make you eat cornmeal!"

Before He Daqing could speak, He Yuzhu took two steps back and kowtowed to He Daqing.

The name Shazhu is not for nothing. He knocked on He Daqing's wooden floor and made it bang.

He Yuzhu took nearly fifty of them in one breath, which made him dizzy.

No wonder He Yuzhu works so hard, with his current salary as the canteen monitor, supporting two widows is indeed a considerable expense.

He Daqing was really afraid that this idiot Sha Zhu would damage his wooden floor, so he quickly stopped them.

"Zhu Zi, that's enough, that's enough!

Don't damage my floor!

Seeing that you are so sincere, I will double your reward and give you one million!"

"Thank you, Dad. You are really my Shazhu's real dad, haha!"

After He Yuzhu finished speaking, He Yushui jumped out again and started banging his head on the floor without saying a word.

He Daqing felt so distressed that he quickly reached out to grab her.

"Ni'er, just kowtow twice to show your appreciation!

If you kowtow once, I'll give you 500,000 yuan. This is 3 million yuan. You can spend it."

He Yuzhu, who was so excited just now, was now completely confused.

I knocked down fifty hard guys and only got one million, and you gave her three million to a little girl?

Next, of course, came the three little babies with baby voices. One of them was born to Sha Zhu and called He Daqing Grandpa.

He Daqing was reluctant to let them kowtow, so the three little guys bowed symbolically, and He Daqing directly gave them 10 million.

Sha Zhu then burst into laughter. His son's New Year's money should be kept by his father, right?

My thoughts have already drifted far away!

It seems like it's time to target the next widow.