Rebirth 2004: I can make money by writing.

New Year's Day,

As soon as the dawn light spread across the earth, Hao Jianjun got up early, lit firecrackers, and kicked off the new year.

The air was filled with the strong smell of the New Year, the smoke from firecrackers, and the taste of cooking rice dumplings.

Hao Qiang went to bed late last night. He called Han Qingying and Qiu Yuqing in turn, and the store clerk also wished him a happy new year. He received constant phone messages.

In recent days, the flagship store's business has continued to be booming, with daily sales reaching 80,000 to 90,000 yuan.

Hao Qiang's personal wealth also rose rapidly, reaching 978 million yuan in the early hours of the morning.

Including the balance from member recharges, the disposable funds he has in hand have reached more than 7 million yuan.

Standing at a new starting point, Hao Qiang is full of anticipation.

He plans to open two new stores quickly after the flagship store business stabilizes, and to set about forming a professional management team to be responsible for all aspects of the company's management, officially moving towards chain store development.

Thinking of this, he was very happy and sent messages to Han Qingying and Qiu Yuqing to celebrate the arrival of the New Year together.

"Qingying, Happy New Year! May your smile bloom like spring flowers and your life be as poetic as a painting!"

Han Qingying's laughter came through the phone, and she responded, "Brother Qiang, Happy New Year! I wish uncle and aunt good health and all the best."

"I want a red envelope!"

Han Qingying laughed mischievously and said, "Haha, people who are not married and have no job don't need to give out red envelopes. I should be the one asking you, the big boss, for it."

"Then come here, I'll give you a big red envelope." Hao Qiang joked.

After chatting for a while, I ended the phone call and called Qiu Yuqing.

Qiu Yuqing was still stuck in bed. Every time she called Hao Qiang, she would hide in her bedroom, secretly, and cover herself with a blanket, for fear that her parents would hear.

The two chatted intimately for a while and then ended the call.

At 7:30 in the morning,

Hao Qiang's parents entered his bedroom and each handed him a red envelope, which symbolized New Year's blessings and expectations.

After breakfast, Hao Qiang began to visit relatives and friends, wishing New Year's greetings to his uncles, aunts, grandparents, and he also received four red envelopes from each elder.

The amount in each red envelope is not much, only ten yuan, which is less than in previous years.

They knew that Hao Qiang was not short of money, and they just wanted to express their thoughts and blessings. Otherwise, they would not give more, after all, he was still studying.

The locals don’t give much in red envelopes. They only give one or two yuan to children, and the more generous ones give five yuan.

But if it is the child of an acquaintance, the elders may be more generous, giving anywhere from ten to fifty yuan, which depends entirely on the financial situation of each family.

The amount in each red envelope is not much, but every elder will express his or her gratitude.

This is also a considerable expense for a family.

When Hao Qiang returned home, he saw a group of children in brand new clothes gathered at his house, all coming to pay New Year's greetings.

The villagers all knew that Hao Qiang's family was now wealthy, so many smart parents sent their children to pay New Year's greetings, hoping to share in the good fortune.

Hao Qiang's parents were also very generous. They gave ten yuan for each envelope, and with two adults giving, each child could get 20 yuan.

"Brother Qiang, congratulations on your prosperity! Give me the red envelope!"

A little boy of seven or eight years old saw Hao Qiang and stretched out his hand excitedly to him, his childish voice echoing in the yard.

"Uncle Qiang, congratulations and good fortune!"

There were seven or eight children standing next to him, the oldest of whom was probably twelve or thirteen years old, and they also joined him in wishing a happy new year.

Some children who are one generation younger than Hao Qiang call him "Uncle". Fortunately, there are no children who are two generations younger than him, otherwise, they would have to call him "Uncle Qiang".

"Wait a minute, I will ask you three questions. As long as you answer them correctly, you will get red envelopes, and quite a lot of them." Hao Qiang said with a smile on his face, then turned and went into the house, taking out a stack of carefully prepared red envelopes.

When the children saw the red envelope in Hao Qiang's hand, their eyes sparkled with excitement and they urged him to ask questions quickly.

One of the little boys even proudly declared that he was the best in mathematics in the class and had excellent mental arithmetic skills.

Hao Qiang sat on the doorstep, facing a group of children standing in line, and asked with a smile: "First question, am I handsome?"

"Handsome, Brother Qiang is very handsome." The clever kid answered quickly, feeling a little surprised by the question.

"Uncle Qiang is the most handsome!"

"Well, very good, the answer is correct!" Hao Qiang nodded with a wry smile, then continued, "The second question is more difficult.

Listen carefully and answer loudly, am I particularly handsome? "

The group of kids thought Hao Qiang would ask some trivia, but it turned out to be the same question again.

The clever kid laughed and answered loudly: "Brother Qiang is so handsome!"

The other children shouted in a loud voice, and it was estimated that even the villagers who were far away from Hao Qiang's home could hear it clearly.

"Okay, one last question." Hao Qiang said seriously and coughed, "Who is the most handsome man in the world?"

The clever child immediately replied with a smile: "It's Brother Qiang!"

"Uncle Qiang!"

Hao Qiang distributed the red envelopes with great satisfaction and praised them, "Well, you are really smart. Remember to study hard and get into college.

Don't use your money to play Luhecai, and don't join in when adults are gambling on mahjong."

Joking aside, we still need to instill the idea of ​​reading in these children.

In the eyes of these children, Hao Qiang is their role model. Of course, he must set an example and establish a positive image for them.

Some children still understand that gambling is not good, and after hearing what Hao Qiang said, they trust him very much.

After receiving the red envelopes, they left happily and prepared to continue visiting relatives and friends to wish them a happy New Year.

As soon as the children left Hao Qiang's house, they couldn't wait to open the red envelopes.

When they found that there were two ten-yuan notes in each red envelope, their faces immediately broke into bright smiles and they shouted excitedly.

"Yes, yes, twenty dollars! The boss is so generous."

"Oh, the ten dollars Uncle Jun and Aunt Jun gave me now give me forty dollars! Now I can buy a remote-controlled plane."

"I'm really rich! I can finally buy a submachine gun!"

In previous years, the amount of red envelopes these children received from relatives was relatively small, usually only one or two yuan or a few yuan. Accumulated throughout the Spring Festival, it is estimated to be only about one hundred yuan. Most children received no more than fifty yuan in New Year's money.

However, this year at Hao Qiang's place, they unexpectedly reaped a rich harvest.

However, just as they were in high spirits, one of the children was stopped by his mother before he had gone far.

His mother snatched the red envelope from his hand with a smile and said to him gently, "My dear son, I will keep this money for you and give it to you when you need it."

Seeing this, the other children hid their red envelope money in more hidden places, such as in their socks and shoes, leaving only some smaller-denomination bills in their pockets.

This way, even if their parents want to "confiscate" their red envelopes, they can still keep most of it.

In this Spring Festival full of laughter and wit, children show their intelligence and cunning.

Hao Jianjun took the cigarettes and red envelopes and planned to go for a walk in the center of the village.

In previous years, on New Year's Day, he would not dare go out, for fear that the children would ask him for red envelopes and he would not be able to give them.

If you are thick-skinned, you won’t care about anything else and won’t give anything to the child even if he asks.

But Hao Jianjun is a face-conscious person, so he is different.

When we arrived under the banyan tree, we saw a gathering of one or two hundred villagers, and excited cheers could be heard from time to time.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year in Hualong Village, the sounds of playing cards and mahjong were everywhere.

Hao Qiang had nothing to do, so he went back to his room to type. When his hands got tired, he chatted with his mother and grandmother who were making rice dumplings.

When a call comes, we answer it and celebrate the New Year with each other.

The first day of the new year passed quickly.

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, people start visiting relatives and friends.

It’s convenient to have a car, and it can be done in one day.

My grandmother's relatives were very shocked by what happened to Hao Qiang, as he was praised by the elders all day long.

On the third day of the Lunar New Year, Hao Qiang went to Han Qingying's home.

In the next few days, Hao Qiang was immersed in typing.

On the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, his wealth finally exceeded 10 million yuan!

The third-level technology store can be opened.