"Stop, stop, stop!" Lu Feng hurriedly called for a halt and said, "How about this, we'll deduct this ten million. I won't receive a salary for the next five years, nor will I take a single penny of dividends. You write a notice and inform all the shareholders."
Everyone present nodded in agreement, and the matter was perfectly resolved.
"President Lu, the company parade is tomorrow. Are you sure you don't want to go? Our company is first in line," Gao Zhiwei asked.
Lu Feng shook his head repeatedly and said, "Go ahead, wear more clothes so you don't catch a cold. I'll watch from the roadside tomorrow."
It's almost the end of the year, and various gatherings, fairs, and markets are starting to get busy. The streets are lined with stalls of all sizes, creating a lively atmosphere.
Despite the cold weather, people's hearts are burning with warmth.
Duoduo is on holiday and spends her days playing around at home with a group of friends, arguing with Jiang Xiaoyan. Lu Feng has also become more free; apart from going to a meeting at the factory today, he has been staying at home for several days.
"I'm going to see the corporate parade tomorrow morning. I heard there are floats!" Lu Feng said, half-lying on the sofa.
“There were temple fairs a few days ago, and many more!” Jiang Xiaoyan said from the kitchen.
"It's different. Gao Zhiwei and his gang will be on the bus tomorrow. Our factory is a major taxpayer this year, and they're on the first bus. I heard they're even wearing big red flowers."
Jiang Xiaoyan poked her head out and asked, "Then why aren't you going? Did the chairman get dismissed and his words no longer carry weight?"
“What kind of talk is that? It’s not like it’s a chance to show off. I heard it’s a truck and big red flowers, how tacky. I’m not going.” Lu Feng shook his head repeatedly.
Duoduo rushed out of the room and jumped on Lu Feng, shouting, "Buy candied hawthorns tomorrow!"
"Buy, buy, buy! Go get your mom some bowls and chopsticks!" Lu Feng patted her head, sat up straight to eat, and muttered, "This year's New Year has been really tough. You don't know, I almost lost face this morning because of ten million."
Jiang Xiaoyan came out and sat down at the table, saying, "Aren't you satisfied? So many people never even see what ten million looks like in their entire lives, and you're going to the South next spring?"
"Let's go eat KFC and live in a big house!!" Duoduo shouted, brandishing her claws.
"Quiet down, we'll be searching upstairs and downstairs in a bit. Stop making such a racket," Jiang Xiaoyan scolded.
"Let's get through the New Year first," Lu Feng said while eating. "When are we going back?"
"It's the day before the Lunar New Year, which is also your grandma's birthday. The whole family will get together to celebrate the New Year. I can tell it's going to be a lively one!" Jiang Xiaoyan muttered.
The whole family was gathered together, and nothing would go wrong; everyone was unhappy. Lu Feng didn't say much.
The next morning, the family of three went out to the street. The roadside stalls had already been set up. After eating a bowl of hot noodles, Jiang Xiaoyan wandered around and bought some meat and other things to take back to her hometown.
At nine o'clock in the morning, various hawking cries rose and fell along the street, and there were even a few acrobatic performances, attracting a large crowd of onlookers, making it a lively scene.
Duo Duo's little face was red from the cold. She rode on Lu Feng's shoulders, holding a candied hawthorn in her hand, and stared wide-eyed at the monkeys making all sorts of funny movements, which made people burst into laughter.
An explosion came from not far away, and the aroma of popcorn filled the air. Groups of children shouted and weaved through the gaps in the crowd, sometimes throwing firecrackers at their backsides, making for a scare that lasted all day.
A military green truck drove up, with a big red flower hanging on the front and a sign on it. The sign had a blue background and white lettering that read: Jiaming Food Factory, a major taxpayer in the city!
A dozen or so trucks followed closely behind, carrying the management and CEOs of these companies, who were all waving to the people!
Lu Feng held Duo Duo's ankles, and she held Lu Feng's forehead. The bustling crowd around them was jostling, and Lu Feng could hear all sorts of sounds.
"Look how magnificent it is!"
"They're all rich people; getting involved with Jiaming Foods makes them rolling in money."
“My third son works there, on the assembly line, earning 290 a month, sometimes more than 300.”
Lu Feng understood why Gao Zhiwei was so happy. This was the way people flaunted their wealth in this era. He saw Gao Zhiwei standing there, his face red from the cold, waving excitedly at everyone.
Which young woman or married woman below wouldn't be tempted?
Lu Feng turned around, reached out and grabbed Jiang Xiaoyan, pulling her to his side, and silently said in his heart: Hello, 1991!
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