So many years have passed.
Generally speaking, Wang Shouren would go to Qin Family Village in the second year of junior high school to play with the local kids and chat with his two brothers-in-law, and play mahjong.
This year is a bit special, but in any case, we still have to follow the proper etiquette with the Xu family.
Children have their own little things to do, and adults have their own big things to do.
However, on the day of the Lunar New Year, people will stop to have a meal together with their families and relax.
The sound of firecrackers outside the door intensified the festive atmosphere, and the white smoke added to the festive spirit.
Anyone walking down the street who smells this scent can't help but smile gently.
It seems that this flavor can stimulate dopamine, making people feel happy involuntarily.
Every year on this night, those who own a television will gather around the set to watch the Spring Festival Gala.
Since its inception in 1983, this program has become a must-watch for ordinary people. They gather around the table, chatting happily, eating dumplings, and watching the Spring Festival Gala.
When they saw the huge "Dayun" car, the family was stunned for a moment.
Oh, besides Qin Jingru, she was the only one who knew about this.
"How is it! Isn't it beautiful! I specially hired someone to design it!" Qin Jingru said proudly.
"Goodness, after the New Year, sales are going to be crazy!"
"Heh, they made a lot of money. Last year, Tsingtao Beer earned a lot, and now, many competitors have come this year. Even 'Haiyan' has arrived."
In the original context, "Haiyan" TVs were the ones that secured the naming rights for the Spring Festival.
However, this year's Spring Festival Gala has changed; it has become the "1985 Dayun Automobile Spring Festival Gala".
In terms of financial resources, Wang Shouren is not bragging. In China, any team that comes to the game will be easily defeated by him, unless the national team personally intervenes.
"Tsk, those two cars..." Wang Ruiming clicked his tongue lightly, looking at the two beautifully sculpted motorcycles behind the host, hesitant to speak.
"Wow, those two cars are really cool!" Wang Siren also noticed the motorcycle that flashed by.
Behind the host were two motorcycles and a car. The car was nothing special, just ordinary. But the motorcycles looked incredibly high-end.
People these days love to study things thoroughly; they'll analyze everything on the TV.
Wang Shouren estimated that starting tomorrow, from the time people go to work, the topic of the Universiade will be everywhere.
"Why not get a nicer car?" Qin Huairu asked, puzzled.
“I don’t plan to sell too many cars; it’s pointless.” Wang Shouren shook his head. “At this stage, not many people can afford cars. Besides, it doesn’t fit with my advertising slogan.”
Over the years, Wang Shouren had forgotten most of the trivial things about his past life.
But one advertisement stuck in his mind: "Speeding Across the World, Dayun Motorcycles." That's why he renamed the factory "Dayun." He didn't know exactly when "Dayun" appeared, but he didn't care, because whatever it was, it predated him.
As the TV presenter began reading the advertisement, several people looked at Wang Shouren curiously. Xu Weiwei said, "I didn't know you could write advertising slogans. These slogans are easy to remember and catchy."
Wang Shouren chuckled and replied, "Just kidding, it's hard to remember. I've been remembering it for decades."
Some advertisements are quite outrageous, like "No gifts this holiday season" or "Imperial Jade Liquor"—these kinds of things are really unforgettable.
Unlike Wang Shouren, the women watched the Spring Festival Gala's song and dance performances with great interest, and Wang Shouren gradually became engrossed in them as well.
In his past life, he would never have watched this. But in this life, it seems he has no other choice. Besides, when it comes to watching TV, it's not so much the content that matters, but rather who he watches it with.
The baby in the swaddling clothes made two "ba ba" sounds, blinked its eyes, and clapped its hands, which Xu Weiwei immediately noticed.
She walked over, looked at her son's rosy cheeks, and gently pinched them.
Who knew that just by pinching her like that, she burst into tears, attracting the attention of the whole family. I remember Xu Weiwei blushing a little.
Fortunately, those around here were all seasoned veterans. They sent over Qin Jingru, a troublemaker, but instead of helping to soothe the baby, she pinched it a few more times. Xu Weiwei was so frustrated that she stomped her feet. Helpless, Qin Huairu went over, slapped away the baby's mischievous hands, and held the baby in her arms to soothe it. Surprisingly, the baby stopped immediately.
"Sister Huairu, how did you do that!" Xu Weiwei was shocked. She had never found it so easy to soothe a child. She envied this skill greatly; even her mother didn't know how.
According to Xu's mother, when she was born, and when her two older brothers were born, there weren't so many problems; they rarely cried. Moreover, there were people helping to take care of them, as she herself wasn't particularly good at it.
"You'll be staying here from now on. There's still room over there, and your family can help look after them." Qin Huairu didn't answer directly but instead explained some things to her: "Don't be fooled by how angelic babies are now. These first few months are the most troublesome. Some babies, when they start fussing, you won't be able to sleep at night. Your parents aren't young anymore, are they? Don't bother them. Just come live with us."
"Hmm..." Xu Weiwei thought for a moment, wanting to agree, but then felt a little embarrassed.
That's true. My parents are getting old and can't take care of them all the time, and it's not good to keep bothering them. The nanny we hired has gone back home, and it's really hard to find someone to help during the Lunar New Year. These days, people still value the Lunar New Year. Unlike in later generations, when there's no holiday on New Year's Eve.
"Then it's settled. Don't be shy, we've already been completely honest with each other." Qin Jingru said casually, "Let me tell you..."
Qin Jingru whispered in Xu Weiwei's ear, making Xu Weiwei blush. Qin Huairu, annoyed, grabbed Qin Jingru's ear and said, "How old are you? You still have a child here."
Qin Jingru cried out in pain, looking pitiful, and ran to Wang Shouren's side, seeking comfort.
Feng Fang looked at the scene before her with some envy. She glanced at her future in-laws showing off their affection, then looked at the silly boy beside her, and sighed silently.
She even doubted whether Wang Ruiming was really Wang Shouren's child. How come his father had so many women, but he couldn't even know how to charm a woman...
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