As night gradually fell, firecrackers began to sound outside the door. The TV was on, and the host, dressed in traditional costumes, was doing the final warm-up before the Spring Festival Gala. Various celebrities sent New Year greetings to the national audience in front of the TV.
"Hey, my dear son, when will you be on the Spring Festival Gala?"
My mother suddenly said something that made Lu Hao feel a little amused and helpless.
Who is the Spring Festival Gala?
Why take it?
Of course, I couldn't talk like that in front of my mother. I had to be as humble as possible. "Maybe in two years. I'm only twenty. Those who perform on the Spring Festival Gala are all veteran artists with both virtue and talent."
"Yeah, that's right. Oh, right..."
As if she remembered something, my mother walked quickly towards the bedroom. When she came back, she was holding a pair of red underwear, new, unopened, with a nameplate still hanging on it.
"Remember to change into this tomorrow."
Lu Hao: ...
"It's not my zodiac year, why are you wearing red underwear?"
"You have to wear it even if it's not your zodiac year. You have to wear it before you get married. It brings good luck!"
All right.
It’s better to obey than to be respectful. Anyway, you wear underwear inside, so it doesn’t matter whether it looks good or not.
At this moment, Lu Hao suddenly remembered something. In his memory, there were three women who bought underwear for him.
One is Zhou Xiaomeng, of course before.
A set of rainbow underwear, red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, from Monday to Sunday, with the days of the week marked on the waist seam, as if something would happen if you wore it on the wrong day.
The second is Chu Wen.
I don't know the brand, pure cotton, square, white, a dozen.
Oh.
Some bizarre thoughts inexplicably came to my mind, and I couldn't help but shake my head and smile. Of course, a person cannot wear two pairs of underwear at the same time, but can switch between two different pairs of underwear.
The SIM card has been removed and I can’t receive calls, but messages keep coming in.
Various messages from friends, classmates, and company employees quickly exceeded 999+.
Looking at those red dots, Lu Hao felt very uncomfortable because of his obsessive-compulsive disorder. After thinking about it, he posted a message on WeChat Moments.
——There are too many calls, so I won’t reply to them one by one. I will talk about work matters after the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. I wish you all a happy new year.
By the way, copy it to Weibo.
Weibo messages have exploded so much that they are countless.
I took a look at the number of fans and realized that it was still a few hundred thousand to ten million fans away. After thinking about it, I added a sentence at the end.
——For good luck, send out nine red envelopes, each worth 999.
The red envelopes are released.
The rules are naturally to follow and forward, and the prize will be officially announced at midnight tonight.
As soon as the Weibo post was released, the number of likes, comments and reposts skyrocketed. Now Lu Hao's fans are more active than ever before.
Currently, "The Richest Man in Xihong City" ranks fourth on the hot search list.
The top three choices were: "Spring Festival Gala program list", "Vote for the Spring Festival Gala program you're most looking forward to", and... "Did your mom force you to get married during the New Year?"
"@Luhao, Happy New Year."
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"Sign up in the front row and share in the good fortune. Boss Lu, I'm sorry, but these nine red envelopes are all mine. Let me tell you something, all of these Weibo accounts are my smurfs..."
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"The premiere box office was 200 million, and they only gave out this little. It's less than 10,000 yuan in total... Don't fire at me, friendly forces, we're on the same side. Actually, I just want to say, you see, Mr. Lu is really broke. He used to give out red envelopes of 10 million. Everyone, go support his new movie and give him krypton gold! Paying money will make him stronger!"
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"You idiot upstairs, I almost broke my back even though I had raised my thirty-meter-long sword. What do you think I should do? I'm not threatening you, but listen to me... Happy New Year!"
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The atmosphere was cheerful and lively.
I was wearing a wetsuit and posting on Weibo. Before I knew it, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.
"Have a meal!"
Orders came from the kitchen, and dishes were brought out one after another, including chicken, duck, fish, meat and mutton, all of which were delicious and fragrant.
Take a seat.
Mr. Lu poured two glasses of wine, one for himself and one for his son.
"Have a drink."
His eyes were slightly red, and he had a thousand words to say but couldn't, as they were all in the wine.
So many things happened this year. The first half of the year was a big downturn, and the second half was a big upsurge. Thinking about it, it feels like a dream. I have never had such a turbulent year in my life.
Fortunately, the year-end was a complete success.
My mom took a photo of the food on the table and posted it to a group called "The Most Beautiful Thing is the Sunset," along with a message: "It's New Year's Eve dinner time. What are you eating? Smile, smile."
Lu Hao took a look and was speechless.
This group was created when we were watching a movie that day. It was my mother's suggestion.
There are six members in the group.
Two families, one family of three.
A single stone caused a thousand ripples, and soon, news came out one after another.
The two parents were chatting happily, using all kinds of awkward emoticons, such as "Cheers, friends" and "I'm afraid the firecrackers on New Year's Day will be too loud". Lu Hao and Zhou Xiaomeng were trembling and did not dare to speak the whole time.
Then comes the popular red envelope distribution session.
Each of the four people received one.
The strange thing is that no one grabbed it.
"Big son, what are you doing standing there? Receive the red envelope!"
After hearing the reminder, Lu Hao took a deep breath, joined the group, and received a red envelope, of course, from the two people opposite him.
It still feels weird.
After receiving the red envelope, it would be inappropriate to remain silent. After thinking for a while, I sent out: "Happy New Year, uncle and aunt, all the best."
"Okay, thank you, Xiao Lu."
"Your son is so polite. I wish we had a boy back then."
Over there, Mr. and Mrs. Zhou each replied.
Seeing the message prompt, Zhou Xiaomeng also received the red envelope. After seeing this, she made an expression of despair and didn't know what to say.
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