He Jing knew this, of course, so she stuffed the money into the tiger-head bag.
To be honest, He Zhou was really thoughtful and considerate. The bag on her waist came in handy immediately. It was easy to carry and she could fit a lot of things in it.
Five minutes later, He Yuan came out of the room. He had finished the video conference and hadn't even had time to change out of his suit before putting on an apron and taking away the shrimp that He Jing was peeling, as well as the toothpick she was using to remove the shrimp veins.
"Quietly go to my room and get the arm sleeves from the second drawer on the left under the wardrobe."
He Jing didn't think much of it, obediently nodded in agreement, and then went to He Yuan's room.
After the renovations by their father at the end of the year, each of the He brothers' rooms had many more things. Some were made by their father, and some were bought by him, but 80% of them were handmade by their father. He was very skilled and could become a carpenter even if he lost his job in the future.
He Jing looked at the newly painted and brand-new wardrobe, and followed He Yuan's instructions to pull out the corresponding drawer. What she found in the drawer was not a pair of sleeves, but a drawer full of money.
Amidst the overwhelming pink hue, a discordant note stood out. He Jing picked it up and read six simple words written on it—
A quiet little treasure trove.
Suddenly, she had a flash of inspiration and glanced back at He Yuan's desk. She closed the drawer and walked over. She saw a blacked-out laptop with the screen open, and a notepad on top of the keyboard. When the notepad was opened, it revealed messy drafts.
He wrote down words like "flowers," "shoes," and "schoolbag," then marked them with crosses, as if he felt these weren't to his liking.
Finally, he wrote "money" next to a bunch of two-word phrases and then circled it.
Perhaps following someone's advice, he wrote down "lucky money," "pocket money," and "shopping credit" in that order, eventually arriving at the formula for "private bank," and circled "private bank" in the same way.
It turns out that what He Yuan was just holding wasn't a company meeting, but a brainstorming session on how to make his sister happy.
If Yuanjing Technology weren't still not strong enough, he would have even considered opening a bank for He Jing.
He Jing: "...They've been making so much money they're practically sick of it."
Even his secret stash has been revealed; the tiger-head bag simply can't hold it all!
Who would have thought that the brothers' New Year's gifts would be so simple, unpretentious, and straightforward!
In the end, He Jing put the note back, took a wad of RMB from her savings account, stuffed it into her tiger-head bag, and returned to the kitchen.
He Yuan finished deveining the shrimp in his hand. Seeing her come out so quickly, he looked up in surprise and asked, "Did you finish moving everything so soon?"
He thought she would at least pretend for a while.
He Jing smiled and said, "Brother, please keep these for me first. If I need more, I'll go to your room to get more."
Upon hearing this, He Zhou sneered, "What? Is the gift that Big Brother gave to He Jing something shameful that you're hiding? Are you afraid we'll ask for it too?"
He Yuan said calmly, "That's true."
He has hundreds of thousands in one drawer; he can't afford to support so many younger brothers.
As someone who secretly gave He Jing New Year's money in advance, He's mother naturally sided with He Yuan: "Your brother dotes on your sister, third brother, don't be so unreasonable."
Who doesn't know any better?
He Zhou gave a cold laugh: "Who cares? I have my own, why would I need that little bit?"
Seeing the tense atmosphere in the kitchen, He Jing, the beneficiary of the situation, nervously tried to mediate: "I also prepared New Year's gifts for you, and I put them under your beds."
He Zhou and He Yuan stopped talking, and their speed in washing vegetables suddenly tripled.
Mother He: "?"
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