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

It was almost 9:30 when I got home.

Yang Fan opened the door with his key, and as soon as he stepped into the living room, he froze.

The living room was brightly lit, and Mom, Dad, Uncle, Aunt, and cousin Yang Hao were all still awake, sitting around the sofa.

Everyone turned around when they heard the door open.

"Xiao Fan is back!" Mom was the first to stand up.

"Mom and Dad, Uncle and Aunt, why aren't you asleep yet?" Yang Fan glanced at the clock on the wall. "It's already 9:30."

Dad stood up with a smile: "Can't sleep? We have to wait for you to come back."

Yang Fan was even more puzzled: "Why are you waiting for me? I'm a grown man, how could I get lost?"

Uncle San also stood up, his face beaming with undisguised joy: "Xiao Fan, we have good news to tell you!"

Yang Hao, who had been dozing on the sofa, woke up and rubbed his eyes, saying, "Brother, you're back..."

Seeing the family's excited expressions, Yang Fan roughly guessed what had happened.

"Is business... good today?" he asked.

"It's more than good!" Dad slapped his thigh. "Xiao Fan, do you know how much money we made today?"

Yang Fan shook his head: "I don't know. How much?"

Dad took a deep breath and said, word by word, "Five—thousand—more!"

"Over five thousand?" Yang Fan was also surprised. "That much?"

"Yes!" Mom chimed in, her voice brimming with excitement. "From setting up the stall at six in the morning until closing at four in the afternoon, we sold a total of over five thousand three hundred!"

Auntie San excitedly added, "Moreover, our vegetables are fresh and reasonably priced. Many people say they'll come back to buy next time!"

Uncle San added, "We did the math, and after deducting costs, the profit is at least two thousand! If we split it among the four of us, each of us can get five or six hundred!"

His hands were shaking as he said this.

Looking at the genuine joy on his family members' faces, Yang Fan felt a warm glow in his heart.

This joy is not the ecstasy of winning the lottery, but the satisfaction of earning money steadily through one's own labor.

"Mom and Dad, thank you for your hard work," Yang Fan said.

"It's not hard work at all!" Dad waved his hands repeatedly. "What's a little hardship? I used to work on construction sites, it was much harder than this, and I didn't earn this much!"

Mom also said, "Yes, Xiaofan, we never imagined that setting up a vegetable stall could earn so much money. We're so happy!"

Yang Fan thought for a moment and asked, "Have you included the stall fees and management fees?"

"Well..." Dad hesitated for a moment, "We hadn't calculated it in detail. But even after deducting those things, we'll still make a profit!"

He got more and more excited as he spoke: "And think about it, it's just your third uncle and me working here. Aren't your mother and third aunt going to open a restaurant? That's still better than us working outside!"

Uncle San nodded in agreement: "Yes! It's much better than working as a laborer at home!"

Yang Hao, now fully awake, chimed in, "Brother, you didn't see it! Our stall is packed with people today! Lots of people are saying our vegetables are fresh and the prices are cheap!"

Auntie San said with a smile, "Some people even said that since our family is so honest, they'll only buy from us from now on!"

The family chattered away, each person chiming in, filling the living room with a joyful atmosphere.

Yang Fan listened quietly, feeling very content.

He had his family run this small business not to make a lot of money, but to help them find their self-worth and a sense of accomplishment.

It seems to be working very well.

Dad suddenly grasped Yang Fan's hand: "Xiao Fan, don't worry. We're all honest businessmen. We don't cheat on weights or measures, and we don't take bad or rotten vegetables. We always pick the best ones, and we'd rather throw away any unsold produce than keep it to sell the next day."

He said very seriously, "We earn clean money."

Yang Fan nodded: "Dad, you're right. To make a business last, you have to be down-to-earth."

"Of course!" Dad said.

"And the reason our business is so good is all thanks to Manager Zhou for giving us this great location."

"I took a look, and none of the other vendors have as good a location as us."

"If we ruin our reputation, wouldn't that be a disgrace to Manager Zhou?"

He paused, then continued, "Xiao Fan, we've thought it through and made plans. You just focus on your work and earn your money. Don't worry about us here."

Mom chimed in, "That's right! At this rate, if we work hard to earn money, your parents will cover your dowry when you get married!"

My third aunt also said, "And Xiaoya, we'll help with her dowry when she gets married!"

"We'll save up some more money and buy you a house in the city, just for the down payment. We can manage that."

Uncle San chimed in, "That's right. As long as we work hard, we'll definitely give you three siblings a good life."

As Yang Fan watched his family chatting and planning for the future, a warm feeling welled up inside him.

This is typical of Chinese parents—they endure hardship and toil themselves just to provide a better life for the next generation.

In fact, with Yang Fan's current financial resources, buying a house, a car, and getting married would be a piece of cake.

He doesn't need his parents to worry about him at all.

But he didn't say it out loud.

Because he knows that making parents feel that they can do something for their children will give them a sense of accomplishment and value.

Everyone needs self-affirmation and to feel useful.

Let your parents do whatever they like. He only has one responsibility—to provide backup.

that's enough.

"Mom and Dad, Uncle and Aunt," Yang Fan said gently, "I'm happy as long as you're happy. Your happiness is my happiness."

He paused, then continued, "I believe you will do even better in the future. But..."

He glanced at the clock on the wall: "It's getting late, I should get some rest. I have to get up early tomorrow."

Dad then realized, "Right, right, it's time to sleep. We have to go buy more goods tomorrow!"

Mom stood up too: "Okay, Xiaofan, you should go to bed early too."

Uncle and Aunt also got up, the family said goodnight to each other, and went back to their rooms.

After washing up, Yang Fan returned to his room.

Lying in bed, he thought about what had happened that day—discussing the e-sports hotel with Zhou Yao, seeing his family's joy at making money...

Everything is moving in a positive direction.

He closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.

……

The next morning, Yang Fan was woken up by his cell phone ringing.

He groggily reached for his phone and glanced at the time—9:10.

Looking at the caller ID again, it was Zhou Yao's WeChat call.

He answered, "Feed?"

"Big brother! Are you awake?" Zhou Yao's clear voice came through the receiver.

"You're awake..." Yang Fan yawned. "What's wrong, Zhou Yao?"

"Big brother, didn't we agree to go look at venues together today?" Zhou Yao said excitedly. "I asked my dad about several places yesterday! Let's go check them out together when you're free!"

Yang Fan sat up: "Sure. When?"

"Right now!" Zhou Yao said, "But big brother, I have a request."

"you say."

"If I take you to see the venue, can you treat me to breakfast?" Zhou Yao said with a grin. "I want to eat rice noodle rolls. After that, I'd like to have a cup of milk tea."

Yang Fan laughed: "What's the big deal? We absolutely have to invite you!"

"Yay! Big brother, you're so nice!" Zhou Yao cheered. "I'll wait for you! I'll wash my face, and then I'll come find you, and we'll go out together!"

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Yang Fan got up and washed up.