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

The two siblings had just started talking about Wang Lei when Yang Fan's WeChat call rang.

He picked it up and saw the caller ID: Su Wanrou.

Yang Fan looked at the name and a mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

This is the third time, including the previous two.

When has Su Wanrou ever called him first?

Sending even a message is a favor.

"Brother, who is it?" Yang Ya asked casually as she tidied up the shopping bags on the table.

"A complete stranger." Yang Fan immediately rejected the call, silenced his phone, and tossed it aside.

"Xiaoya, let's get down to business."

"Today is the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month. I plan to go home the day after tomorrow and leave on the 25th of the twelfth lunar month."

"See if there's anything else we need to prepare for tomorrow, let's buy it all at once."

Yang Ya tilted her head and thought for a moment: "I've bought all the gifts for Mom and Dad, clothes, necklaces, cigarettes... and you've ordered all the home appliances too. It seems... there's nothing we need."

She counted on her fingers, then her eyes lit up:

"By the way, bro, how about we buy some New Year's goods? We can find things like sunflower seeds and peanuts in town, but you can't buy good quality fruits there. Like cherries and imported oranges, the ones sold in town are expensive and not fresh."

"We bought it from the city; it'll keep well in this weather and won't spoil."

"That's a great idea!" Yang Fan nodded repeatedly.

"The fruit stalls in our town sell regular fruit, but they don't have any better quality fruit."

"Buy some good ones to take home. When guests come over during the Lunar New Year, it will be presentable to serve them... Most importantly, my parents have never eaten such good fruit before."

Seeing her brother's agreement, Yang Ya became even more enthusiastic:

"And hey brother, if we still have time after buying things tomorrow, how about we go to a photo studio together?"

"A photo studio?" Yang Fan was taken aback.

"Mmm." Yang Ya's voice was softer, tinged with a hint of embarrassment:

"The photos of my brother and me together were all taken when we were little, when I was only this tall."

She gestured to waist height, saying, "I haven't filmed anything new in all these years."

"I was thinking, let's take a group photo, get it developed as a keepsake. Then when we go home for Chinese New Year, we can take Mom and Dad to get a family portrait taken too, and hang that up at home. What do you think?"

As Yang Fan listened to his sister's words, a wave of emotion suddenly welled up in his heart.

Xiaoya is right. The most recent family photo in their album was taken ten years ago.

His parents were young then, and he and his sister were still children.

Later, when the family's financial situation improved and the parents worked away from home year-round, taking photos became a luxury.

"Okay." Yang Fan's voice was a little hoarse. "Xiaoya, let's do it your way."

"Tomorrow we'll go buy fruit and other New Year's goods, then go to a photo studio. The day after tomorrow, we'll go home early."

"Okay!" Yang Ya nodded happily, "Then I'll go back to my room to pack up first, brother, you should get some rest too."

"Go."

After Yang Ya left, Yang Fan took a hot shower and lay down on the bed.

The room was quiet, but he couldn't fall asleep at all.

My mind is filled with images of going home for the Chinese New Year—driving the new car into the village, carrying the New Year's goods into the house one by one, the expressions on my parents' faces when they see the gifts, and the whole family sitting on the brand-new sofa eating New Year's Eve dinner...

As he thought about it, he smiled.

Who doesn't want to be full of vigor and high spirits?

Who doesn't want to achieve great things at a young age?

Although his "achievements" were obtained through the system, the sense of accomplishment he felt from being able to provide a better life for his family was real.

Just then, a line of semi-transparent text suddenly appeared before his eyes:

[27 days and 12 hours until the next turn of the Wheel of Fortune]

Enjoy your vacation and await the arrival of a new world.

Yang Fan stared at the line of text, his feelings complicated.

The good news is that this mysterious system will continue to operate, which means he may gain new abilities or resources.

What I'm worried about is... what if I get some kind of terrible system again this time?

At least with the previous "simp" system, you could get paid after a year.

What if this time I draw something even more bizarre, with a longer time limit and more stringent conditions?

What he wants most is a simple and straightforward system like a "super rich system" or a cashback system.

But when it comes to the wheel of fortune, no one can say for sure.

"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore." Yang Fan rolled over. "There's always a way out. At least for now, I have a hundred million, a car, and I can take my family out for a good New Year. That's enough."

He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

……

The next morning, the brother and sister had a simple breakfast at the hotel restaurant—soy milk, fried dough sticks, and tea eggs.

"Brother, where should we go today?" Yang Ya asked.

"Let's go to the biggest supermarket," Yang Fan said. "If we're going to buy something, let's buy the good stuff."

Xiaoya nodded: "Let's go first."

Yang Fan nodded: "Okay!"

Twenty minutes later, Yang Fan and Xiao Ya arrived at their destination.

The supermarket was bustling with people, all there to buy New Year's goods.

Yang Fan pushed the shopping cart, with Yang Ya following beside him, and the two headed straight for the fruit section.

"Wow, brother, look, these cherries are huge!" Yang Ya pointed at a beautifully packaged box of cherries, her eyes wide with amazement.

Yang Fan picked it up and looked at the label—Chilean air freight, JJJ grade, 268 yuan per kilogram.

"Take two boxes." He put them directly into the shopping cart.

"Brother, it's too expensive..." Yang Ya whispered.

"It's Chinese New Year, so let's eat something fresh." Yang Fan picked up another box of New Zealand golden kiwifruit:

"Take a case of this too. Dad drinks sometimes, this stuff should be good for him!"

Next came Thai mangosteens, Australian mangoes, American red grapes... The shopping cart quickly became a small mountain.

While passing through the dried goods section, Yang Fan also grabbed two Jinhua hams, several boxes of sea cucumber gift sets, and a large gift pack of nuts.

When it was time to pay, the cashier scanned each item one by one, and Yang Ya stared at the numbers constantly changing on the screen, her eyes widening.

"Sir, that's eight thousand seven hundred and sixty-four yuan in total," the cashier said with a smile.

Yang Ya gasped.

Yang Fan calmly pulled out his card: "Swipe it."

As Yang Ya walked out of the supermarket, clutching a huge shopping bag, she muttered to herself:

"Brother, this is too expensive... I wish I hadn't bought so much. Over eight thousand! That's enough for several months' living expenses at home..."

"Silly girl, isn't the point of the New Year to be happy?" Yang Fan put the things into the trunk.

"Besides, we didn't have the means before, but now that we do, can't we eat something nice?"

Yang Ya still felt a little heartbroken, but looking at the exquisite gift boxes in the trunk, she couldn't help but feel happy.

When relatives come to visit during the Chinese New Year, serving these fruits and snacks will surely make my parents proud.

After putting her things away, Yang Ya suddenly remembered something: "Brother, um... can I make another request?"

"Go ahead and say it."

"Could we buy a box of fruit for Xiaoyu too?" Yang Ya asked cautiously.

"She definitely wouldn't want to buy these things, but I figured she was going home anyway, so she'd probably want to take something back with her."

"Although it doesn't seem right to spend your money, the thought of how well I'm doing now makes me think of her all alone..."

Yang Fan felt a warmth in his heart as he looked at his younger sister.

This girl has just started living a good life herself, and she's already thinking about helping her friends. She's so kind-hearted.

"What's the big deal?" He ruffled Yang Ya's hair.

"Just buy another box. When we load the car later, we'll take out a separate box and give it to Xiaoyu when we pick her up the day after tomorrow."

"Really?" Yang Ya's eyes lit up. "Thank you, brother!"

"No need to thank me." Yang Fan smiled. "I'm overjoyed that you thought of helping your friend. It shows that our Xiaoya is a kind and grateful girl."

Yang Ya was relieved, but she still muttered to herself:

"But brother, we still need to be more frugal in the future. Even though you have money now, it doesn't come easily, so we need to spend it wisely..."

Yang Fan felt both warm and amused as he listened to his sister's nagging.

Of course, he couldn't tell Xiaoya that he had 100 million yuan in his account.

These goods, dating back over 8,000 years, don't even amount to a fraction of the total.

He appreciated his sister's thoughtfulness.

"Okay, okay, you busybody," Yang Fan teased her. "Let's go, next task—the photo studio."

The two drove around the neighborhood and found a photo studio that looked quite professional.

The shop window displays various sample photos, including ID photos, artistic photos, and family portraits.

As I pushed open the door, a young woman in her early twenties greeted me at the reception: "Welcome! What type of photos would you like?"

"A photo of the siblings," Yang Fan said.

"Okay, please wait a moment." The receptionist called over the photographer. "Brother Li, these two are taking a brother-sister photo, could you arrange that?"

The photographer, a man in his thirties, was very enthusiastic: "This way, please. What style would you like to have this shot? Something warm and inviting, or something more formal?"

Yang Ya looked at her brother.

"I'll listen to you," Yang Fan said.

"Then... let's make it a little warmer," Yang Ya thought for a moment. "Let's make it natural, not too deliberate."

"Okay." The photographer led them into the studio. "Please have a seat, I'll adjust the lights."

Sitting in front of the backdrop, Yang Fan suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. He hadn't taken a proper photo in a long time, let alone with his sister.

Yang Ya was quite excited and whispered, "Brother, do you remember when we last took a picture together?"

"I don't remember," Yang Fan said honestly. "It's been at least ten years."

"Eleven years." Yang Ya remembered it clearly. "I was ten years old that year, and you were fourteen. The photo was taken at the town's photo studio. I was wearing that red dress, and you complained that I was crowding you and insisted on staying away from me."

Yang Fan laughed: "Is that so?"

"Yes!" Yang Ya said playfully, "The photos are still in the album at home. I'll find them for you when we get back."

The lights were adjusted, and the photographer came over: "Relax, both of you. Behave yourselves naturally. The brother can put his arm around the sister's shoulder, and the sister can smile..."

Yang Fan reached out and put his arm around Yang Ya's shoulder. His younger sister was thin, with frail shoulders, and he suddenly felt a pang of sadness—she had suffered a lot over the years.

"Yes, just like that." The photographer pressed the shutter. "Little sister, lean your head a little closer to your brother, okay... smile!"

Click.

The moment the flash went off, Yang Ya smiled sweetly, and Yang Fan looked at the camera with a smile on his lips as well.

"Great!" The photographer glanced at the preview. "Take a few more shots in different poses."

After taking more than a dozen photos, the photographer said, "Which one would you two like to have developed?"

Yang Fan and Yang Ya huddled together in front of the computer, flipping through the images one by one.

Some are sitting properly, some are joking with each other, some are Yang Ya making a peace sign, and some are Yang Fan looking helpless... Every picture exudes the intimacy between the siblings.

"This one," Yang Ya pointed to a photo where both of them were smiling naturally, "this one looks the best."

"Okay, this one it is." Yang Fan said to the photographer, "Print two copies, one larger to hang at home, and one smaller one I'll take with me."