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

The black Mercedes slowly pulled up in front of his house.

The windows of Zhou Yao's small building next door were still glowing with a warm yellow light.

"Brother Fan, I've arrived! Thank you so much for today! The sliced ​​fish was so delicious!"

"I should be thanking you," Yang Fan said, turning his head to her with a smile from the driver's seat.

"Go back quickly, it's cold outside. You've had a hard day."

"It's no trouble at all! Feel free to message me anytime if you need anything! Bye, Fan-ge!"

Zhou Yao waved her hand, turned around, and ran lightly towards the gate of the neighboring courtyard.

The pink ponytail drew a lively arc in the night.

Only after watching her figure disappear behind the door did Yang Fan drive the car into his own yard and park it.

As you push open the door, a warm and familiar homey atmosphere greets you.

In the living room, the TV was on, the volume was turned down very low, and a period drama was playing.

My parents, my third uncle and aunt, and my cousin Yang Hao were all sitting on the sofa.

No one was watching TV seriously; it was as if they were waiting for him.

"Dad, Mom, Uncle and Aunt, Haozi, are you still awake?" Yang Fan asked as he changed his shoes.

"We've been waiting for you to come back." Wang Xiuying was the first to stand up, a concerned smile on her face.

"How was it? Did the dinner with Manager Zhou go well? Did you drink anything?"

"No, Uncle Zhou doesn't drink. We just ate and chatted."

Yang Fan walked to the sofa and sat down, taking a cup of hot tea from his mother. His palms were immediately enveloped in warmth.

"It went very smoothly. Uncle Zhou is a very honest man. He said that if there's anything I need in the market in the future, I can just ask him for help."

Yang Jianguo nodded, took a drag of his cigarette, and said calmly:

"It's good that everything went smoothly. I feel at ease knowing that I've done my job well. Xiao Fan, you did the right thing."

Uncle Yang Jianmin also smiled憨厚ly: "Yes, Xiao Fan is becoming more and more thoughtful in his work."

"We really owe a lot to Manager Zhou and that girl Yao Yao today."

Yang Hao sat on the single sofa next to him without saying a word, just looking at Yang Fan with gratitude in his eyes and a sense of relief that he had found his direction.

Yang Fan held the teacup, the steam stinging his eyes.

He looked around at the familiar and friendly faces in the living room.

Parents, uncles and aunts, cousins.

Because of his decision, everyone is now gathered under this new roof, working towards the same hopeful goal.

Many people who have a fortune of 100 million might think that the most despicable way to show filial piety is the most brutal kind.

Transfer millions directly to your parents' account so they can build the most magnificent house in their hometown and buy the most expensive health products, ensuring they have no worries about food and clothing from then on.

Yang Fan had considered this question before.

Let alone millions, he could afford to give his parents and his third uncle's family ten million each.

But he knew his parents too well.

Those are typical, principled Chinese parents.

He lived a life of poverty, but never bowed his head to anyone. He relied on his own hands and sweat to support himself and his sister's education.

Giving them a huge sum of money from an inexplicable source suddenly will never bring any surprise.

Instead, it was endless panic, suspicion, and heavy pressure.

Has my son gone astray?

Is this money clean?

How should we spend it?

Will this cause trouble for my son?

These problems will overwhelm them.

More importantly, people need a sense of "value" to live.

Especially for the older generation, who have worked hard all their lives, suddenly being asked to "retire" and enjoy a life of leisure with nothing to do may not be a pleasure for them, but rather a form of torture.

The sense of security and accomplishment that comes from earning a living through your own labor and running a small business is something that can never be replaced by simply giving money.

As I said before, what you think of as "filial piety" is just your own perception.

What parents truly want is what matters most!

All he can do now is to create the best possible conditions for them while staying within the bottom line.

I rented a spacious and bright house, set up a stable and promising small business, and solved my cousin's employment problem.

The most important point is its comprehensive and foolproof ability to cover all risks!

Then, don't interfere too much.

Let them continue to shine in their familiar fields where they can gain value, and live fulfilling and dignified lives.

Seeing the genuine smiles on their faces as they sold some vegetables and received some change each day made Yang Fan feel happier and more at peace than seeing the cold numbers on his bank card increase.

The same principle applies to my third uncle and aunt, and to my cousin Yang Hao.

Giving them a stable and promising job, a shared goal to strive for, and a harmonious and warm family atmosphere is far more meaningful than simply giving them money.

The family is united, supporting each other, each creating value within their own capabilities, and living a vibrant and fulfilling life.

This is what Yang Fan believes money should buy with the most precious things.

"Xiao Fan? What are you thinking about? The tea's almost cold." Wang Xiuying's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Oh, it's nothing, it's just that I feel it's nice for our family to be together like this." Yang Fan came back to his senses, took a sip of tea, and smiled. "It's just that I feel it's nice for our family to be together like this."

These words expressed everyone's thoughts, and several people showed knowing smiles on their faces.

"By the way, Haozi," Yang Fan looked at his cousin, "Did Uncle Zhou explain things to you clearly? What are the specifics for tomorrow morning?"

When work was mentioned, Yang Hao immediately sat up straight, his face serious.

"I've explained everything, Brother Fan. I'll pick up my car at the market garage at 5 a.m. sharp tomorrow."

"It's a small truck with a tarpaulin, which can be driven with a Class C driver's license."

"I need to go to the South Suburb Wholesale Market first to pick up the goods from our family and the other three designated suppliers in the market."

"Send them back to the market first, and put our goods and those other vendors' goods on display."

"Then in the morning, I'll deliver goods to a few other restaurants in the market that need them, based on the orders. In the afternoon, I might have to make a trip to a nearby county to deliver goods to my regular customers there."

He spoke clearly and logically, clearly having taken Zhou Dahai's words to heart.

Yang Jianguo nodded upon hearing this: "Five o'clock...that's a really early start. Haozi, have you set your alarm?"

"It's settled, Second Uncle, I'll take it at 4:30," Yang Hao replied.

At this moment, Yang Jianguo looked at Yang Fan:

"Xiao Fan, if you're free tomorrow morning, why don't you go with Haozi?"

"It's his first day, he's not familiar with the area, and he has a lot of goods, so having two people can help each other out."

Yang Hao quickly waved his hand: "No need, no need, Second Uncle, I can manage by myself! Brother Fan has been tired these past two days, let him get some more sleep."

"What can and cannot be done."

Yang Fan put down his teacup, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"It's your first day, after all. There are so many things to do—routes, loading and unloading procedures, how to deal with wholesalers—how can you manage all of that by yourself?"

"I'll go with you first thing tomorrow morning. We'll familiarize ourselves with the process and get to know the way, so you'll be able to do it easily on your own next time."

"Besides, you're going to deliver to the county this afternoon, so I'll help you familiarize yourself with the navigation routes."

When he said that, everyone thought it made sense.

Yang Hao felt a warm glow in his heart, knowing that Brother Fan genuinely cared about him.

"Okay, it's settled then!" Yang Jianguo made the decision.

"You two brothers will be together tomorrow. We'll also get up early tomorrow to get our stall ready, and we'll open for business as soon as your vegetables arrive!"

Then, the family chatted about the details of opening their stall the next day.

Do the batteries in the electronic scale last? What size plastic bag do we use most often? How much change should we prepare? How should we place a small heater so that it's warm but not in the way?

The words were trivial, yet they were full of meticulous planning and fervent anticipation for a new life.

The hands of the clock on the wall slowly slid toward ten o'clock.

Yang Jian stubbed out his cigarette and stood up:

"Alright, it's getting late, and we have to get up early tomorrow. Let's all get some rest; tomorrow's a big 'opening day' for our family here!"

Uncle and Aunt also stood up, smiled and said goodnight to everyone, and went upstairs together.

Yang Hao yawned as well: "Brother Fan, Second Uncle, Second Aunt, I'm going upstairs to sleep now. I have to get up early tomorrow."

"Go on, Haozi, get some sleep." Wang Xiuying looked at her nephew with loving eyes.