I have to teach the world a lesson.

Chapter 694 Giving out 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 2000 points to more than 1900 points, his balance also dropped from more than to about .

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 10000 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 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 been 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 fearful 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 kept passing by, and the countdown in his ears seemed to hit Ha Wenliang's heart every second.

Sketch, cross talk, music, dance, magic, scenes of rehearsals passed before his eyes...

They work very hard on each program, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as day and night, but they find that there is never enough time, the program is never perfect enough, and they never know whether there will be any changes when the Spring Festival Gala begins. …

So, he could only check and deduce over and over again.

Looking at the gradually rising stage and the staff who are constantly debugging the scene...

Ha Wenliang, who was sitting in the background with a walkie-talkie in hand, didn't know when he started sweating on his forehead.

As a fifth-generation director and a senior, he has experienced countless performances, large and small, but at this moment, he actually started to feel a little nervous.

6:30pm.

Artists arrived one after another.

Ha Wenliang walked into the directing team and began to tell the directing team all kinds of things uneasily.

After finishing speaking, he looked into the distance...

He found that the position of assistant director was always vacant in the distance.

"Where did Mr. Zhang go?"

"Mr. Zhang is busy outside."

"What are you busy with?"

"do not know……"

"His assistant director, hey..."

Ha Wenliang hesitated to speak, and finally became bitter. He was about to say a few words, but saw a group of leaders coming from a distance.

He hurriedly rushed towards the leaders.

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The Spring Festival Gala never sells tickets to the public.

Basically, in the form of invitation, we invite top talents who have outstanding performance or made outstanding contributions in their respective fields in society.

It is a special honor.

Before 2011, the guests invited to the Spring Festival Gala were basically industrial tycoons, scientific research experts and others.

In 2012, the Spring Festival Gala invited Internet celebrities such as Ma Yunhua, Zheng Huateng, and Li Hong for the first time.

In November, Zheng Huateng was a little surprised when he received the invitation to the Spring Festival Gala, but then he suddenly felt a surge of emotion.

Although it was a simple invitation letter, it was an official recognition of the entire industry and its own contributions over the past ten years...

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 was getting colder in the evening.

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 appear in front of him.

"Mr. Zheng, welcome, welcome..."

"Mr. Zhang, congratulations!"

Zheng Huateng saw Zhang Sheng coming over.

The two shook hands.

A smile appeared on Zheng Huateng's face involuntarily.

Then he briefly chatted with Zhang Sheng, and pretended to laugh in front of the camera.

They shook hands, took photos, and then followed the mighty procession into the venue.

When he entered the venue, in the brief dim light, Zheng Huateng's smile disappeared instantly and turned into a gloomy one.

Invisibly, it was as if he had walked into the opponent's home court, and he had become the meat on the chopping board.

It’s more of a declaration of war!
Red envelope!

Red envelope!

Red envelope!

When he walked into the venue, he saw various advertisements about [WeChat] red envelopes, appearing in the most conspicuous places.

Those advertisements made him feel dazzled...

He found his seat and sat down.

Not long after, Ma Yunhua also walked into the venue with a smile.

His position was arranged next to Zheng Huateng...

After taking their seats, Ma Yunhua briefly greeted Zheng Huateng.

Then...

When Ma Yunhua, who was smiling and looking happy, lowered her head, she said lightly: "Something big is going to happen!"

After Zheng Huateng heard Ma Yunhua's words, he didn't make any expression. He didn't seem to hear it. He just smiled, greeted the staff in front of the camera cordially, and even waved. When the camera left and turned to other entrepreneurs, his face changed. Shang's smile became solemn: "What do you think of the red envelope?"

Ma Yunhua was expressionless: "The biggest mistake in my life was to listen to his instigation and set my sights on you when he was still a fledgling..."

Zheng Huateng remained silent.

After a while.

He looked at the Spring Festival Gala stage and the gradually increasing number of people.

There were waves of discussion in my ears, and these voices were [red envelopes]!
He turned his head and vaguely saw many young people looking down at their mobile phones from time to time, as if they were in a daze.

Just at this time……

Suddenly, the whole venue suddenly became noisy!

All the lights are focused on the stage...

A figure slowly walked out.

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After Ha Wenliang took the leaders to 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 is still one hour until the Spring Festival Gala.

And at this time...

CCTV released its first Spring Festival Gala pre-heating advertisement!
The name of the warm-up advertisement is the first red envelope rain!

(End of this chapter)