Going home for the Chinese New Year with a year-end bonus of 100 million

Yang Fan sat there, not saying a word for a long time.

My chest feels tight.

He knew his uncle's family was a bit snobbish, but he never expected them to go this far.

They don't even call their own uncles and aunts when they're strangers. This isn't just a matter of not knowing how to behave; it means they don't consider their family as relatives at all.

"Why didn't my parents tell me about this?" Yang Fan's voice was a little hoarse.

"Why would your parents tell you these things?" Yang Ya smiled bitterly.

"They're afraid you'll worry while you're out there, so they keep everything to themselves."

"I saw it with my own eyes during the summer vacation. The courtyard of Brother Tiantang's house was very lively, while our side was deserted."

"Mom was cooking in the kitchen and didn't say a word, but I knew she was feeling bad."

Yang Fan closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

My cousin called to collect the fare, but he wasn't angry.

But now, coupled with what my sister said, I can't suppress my anger anymore.

This isn't about money; it's about attitude. It's about not respecting their family at all.

"Brother," Yang Ya said softly, "this is what happens when you're poor. If you had money, would he dare to do this?"

Yang Fan opened his eyes and looked at his younger sister: "Xiaoya, don't worry, it won't happen again."

He remembered what his cousin had said on the phone earlier—that he had given his old car to his uncle.

"Yang Lei said he gave his uncle the Volkswagen he used to drive," Yang Fan said.

"Yes, I know." Yang Ya nodded. "Uncle drives a car every time he goes out now, he's so cool. What about Dad? He still rides an electric scooter when he goes out to run errands in the winter, and his hands get so cold they crack."

These words were like a needle, piercing Yang Fan's heart.

Yes, my uncle has a car, even though it's an old car that his son discarded, but it's better than nothing.

Where is my own father?

He's over fifty years old, and he still has to ride an electric scooter in the freezing cold.

Now that he has the means, why can't he buy a car for his dad too?

"Xiaoya," Yang Fan suddenly spoke:

"How about... we buy Dad a car too?"

Yang Ya's eyes lit up, but then dimmed again: "Brother, your idea is good, but it's unrealistic."

"How is it unrealistic?"

"Dad doesn't even have a driver's license, what kind of car is he buying?" Yang Ya said. "He's never even touched a steering wheel in his life."

Yang Fan then realized. Oh right, he'd been so focused on buying a car that he'd forgotten his dad couldn't drive at all.

"Then how about this," he quickly came up with an idea:

"When I go back this year, I'll pay for my dad to learn to drive."

"Whether he likes it or not, he has to learn it."

"Once he finishes his studies, I'll buy him a car."

Yang Ya thought about it and this time didn't object:

"That's a good idea. If Dad can drive, it will be easier for him to go out, and he won't have to suffer from the cold in winter."

But she paused, then said, "But brother, if you ask Dad to learn to drive, he definitely won't be willing to spend the money. You need to think carefully about what to say."

"I know," Yang Fan nodded. "I'll take care of this."

Although the car could only be bought after his father got his driver's license, Yang Fan's urge to buy things for the family grew stronger and stronger.

He wants to do something, and he wants to do it right now.

"Xiaoya, besides the car, what else do you think our family needs to buy?" Yang Fan asked.

"The Lunar New Year is coming soon, and I want to make my parents happy."

"Let me think..." Yang Ya tilted her head. "Buying Dad some good cigarettes and Mom some new clothes, that's for sure. And..."

Her eyes suddenly lit up: "Brother, didn't we just renovate our house? Shouldn't we replace all the furniture and appliances?"

"Please be more specific."

"Look, our sofa is all sagged, the springs are coming out, and Mom is barely sitting on it with an old cloth as a cushion."

"The refrigerator is an old model from more than ten years ago. It doesn't cool well and it consumes a lot of electricity."

"Not to mention the washing machine, it was an old-fashioned semi-automatic one. In winter, when my mom washed clothes, she had to fish them out of the cold water one by one, and her hands would turn red from the cold."

Yang Ya became more and more excited as she spoke:

"And another thing, we don't have air conditioning. We can keep the main room warm with a stove, but what about the other rooms?"

"Summer is even harder to bear, the electric fan blows out hot air."

Yang Fan felt uneasy after hearing this.

He knew all this, but he didn't have the money before and had to make do. Now it's different.

"Change!" he said decisively.

"Replace everything with brand new ones! Buy the best sofa, refrigerator, and washing machine. Install air conditioners too, one in the living room and one in my parents' bedroom."

"Really?" Yang Ya's eyes sparkled.

"Of course it's true," Yang Fan said. "Not only that, the TV also needs to be replaced. Our old TV's picture is all yellowed."

"Yes, yes!" Yang Ya nodded vigorously. "Brother, I support you!"

Yang Fan thought for a moment and said, "Xiaoya, how about I leave this to you?"

"You can choose online, pick big brands, and good quality ones."

"Take advantage of the current Lunar New Year shopping festival promotions and place your orders now."

"Leave it to me?" Yang Ya hesitated. "I'm afraid I won't choose well..."

"You studied design, your aesthetic sense is better than mine," Yang Fan said with a smile. "Just pick according to your own taste, I trust you. Don't worry about the money, buy what you like, I'll transfer the money to you."

He took out his phone and made a few gestures: "I'll transfer 50,000 to you first, and we'll talk about it if it's not enough."

The phone beeped, and Yang Ya saw the transfer notification. Her hands trembled: "Brother! You don't need this much!"

"Refund if there's an overpayment, and collect the underpayment." Yang Fan left no room for argument:

"You focus on this for the next couple of days. Calculate the timing carefully and have the vendor deliver and install the goods around the 25th or 26th of the twelfth lunar month, so that we can arrive home just in time."

Yang Ya looked at her phone screen, then at her brother, and nodded firmly: "Okay! I promise to complete the mission!"

She suddenly remembered something and said, "Brother, what about my cousin...?"

"Ignore him." Yang Fan's tone was calm.

"For some relatives, maintaining contact is a matter of courtesy, while not maintaining contact is simply a matter of duty."

"What he does is his business; we just need to live our own lives."

Looking at her brother, Yang Ya suddenly realized that he was truly different.

It's not the ostentatious display of nouveau riche, but rather a calm and confident demeanor.

It's as if he could hold up the sky even if it fell down.

"Brother," she whispered, "you're doing so well now."

Yang Fan smiled and ruffled her hair: "Silly girl, wasn't I good before?"

"It was good before, but it's better now," Yang Ya said earnestly. "Before, you always carried everything alone, but now... now you're willing to let me help you."

Yang Fan felt a warmth in his heart.

Yes, I used to think that I had to shoulder everything myself and not cause trouble for my family.

But now he understands that family members should support and share burdens with each other.

"Alright, go pick out some home appliances," Yang Fan said. "I'll go check on the car."

"Okay!" Yang Ya stood up, walked to the door, then turned back, "Brother, thank you."

"What are you thanking me for? I'm your brother."

Yang Ya smiled and went back to her room.

Yang Fan sat on the sofa, picked up his phone, but didn't move for a long time.

My cousin's phone call and what my sister said weighed on my heart like two stones.

He knew that some people in this world would treat others differently depending on who they were treated.

If you are poor, they will look down on you; if you are rich, they will fawn over you.

There's nothing to complain about in this world.

Knowing all this should make you work even harder to earn money, because you've grown up, and often you represent not just yourself, but your whole family.

Since I'm so lucky to have received this year-end bonus, I definitely want to repay my parents and the family that gave me life and raised me.

He not only wanted to live well himself, but also wanted his family to live well.

I want my parents to be able to hold their heads high in the village, and I want my younger sister to never have to worry about money again.