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

The digital mall was bustling with activity, with brand-name stores lined up in a row.

Yang Ya has some knowledge of computers, after all, she studied design and often needs to pay attention to configurations.

She led Yang Fan straight to several brand stores that featured designer notebooks.

"Brother, I want to buy a desktop computer." Yang Ya stopped in front of a store.

"Desktop computers offer better value for money; for the same price, they have much better specs than laptops, and they're also faster for graphic design and rendering."

Yang Fan thought for a moment and shook his head: "No. It's inconvenient for you to buy a desktop computer since you're renting a place right now."

"If we move, such a big computer case will be such a hassle."

"But laptops are too expensive, even the good ones cost tens of thousands..." Yang Ya said.

"Then let's buy one costing tens of thousands," Yang Fan said casually.

"I'll buy a better laptop first, it'll be more convenient."

"When you go back to school next year, we'll get you a desktop computer for your dorm, so you can manage both without any problems."

He paused, then added, "I'll also give you the money for the desktop computer, so you don't need to worry about it."

Yang Ya opened her mouth, as if to say something, but seeing Yang Fan's expression, she knew that resisting was useless, and could only sigh:

"Then...then a mid-range model will do, nothing too fancy..."

"If you're going to buy something, buy a good one that will last for years." Yang Fan walked straight into a store that specializes in designer notebooks.

The sales assistant was a young man wearing glasses. When he heard that Yang Ya was studying design, he immediately and enthusiastically recommended several professional laptops.

"This is a newly released model. It features the latest generation i7 processor, a professional graphics card, 32GB of RAM, a 1TB SSD, and a 2K screen with 100% sRGB color gamut, making it particularly user-friendly for designers..."

As Yang Ya listened to the specifications, her eyes lit up. It was like a dream come true for her.

But then you see the price—13999 yuan.

She immediately backed down: "It's too expensive, is there anything cheaper...?"

"This is it," Yang Fan decided. "Let's issue the invoice."

"Brother! Fourteen thousand!" Yang Ya almost cried. "That's enough to buy two regular laptops!"

"But if you're doing design work, a regular laptop won't cut it," Yang Fan insisted. "Poor tools affect learning efficiency, so this money has to be spent."

He turned to the sales assistant and said, "Add a mouse, a keyboard, and that drawing tablet—I think the one you have in your store is pretty good."

"Yes, sir!" The sales assistant beamed from ear to ear.

Twenty minutes later, Yang Fan spent another 16,000 yuan.

Yang Ya held the exquisite box containing the laptop, her hands trembling.

She recalled her old laptop, which cost three thousand yuan. It took three minutes to boot up, and running Photoshop would froze into a slideshow. She often felt so angry while doing her homework that she wanted to smash the computer.

Now, she has her professional degree.

But she couldn't feel happy at all; all she felt was heartache and unease.

"Brother, how much money have you actually made?" she finally couldn't help but ask. "Is it really okay to spend like this?"

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Yang Fan patted her head. "Come on, let's find a place to sit down. I have something to tell you."

……

The two sat down at a coffee shop in the mall, and Yang Fan ordered two hot drinks.

After the drinks arrived, Yang Fan took out his phone, fiddled with it for a bit, and then said to Yang Ya, "Check WeChat."

Yang Ya opened WeChat with a puzzled look and saw a transfer message from Yang Fan.

20000.00 yuan.

Her hand trembled, and she almost dropped her phone.

"Brother! What are you doing!" She looked up, her eyes wide with surprise.

"You've already bought me so much stuff, why are you still giving me money!"

"This money is for you to buy a desktop computer next year when you start school," Yang Fan said. "You can decide on the best option yourself, and if you need more, just let me know."

"I don't want it!" Yang Ya said firmly. "You've already bought the computer, so take the money back! Keep it for yourself!"

She said she was going to return it.

Yang Fan reached out and pressed her hand down: "If you dare to come back, I'll turn around again. It's too much trouble to keep turning around, so just keep it."

"But……"

"No buts." Yang Fan looked at her with gentle eyes.

"Xiaoya, I was incompetent before, and you suffered because of me."

"Now that I'm capable, I just want to treat you better, is that not allowed?"

Yang Ya's eyes reddened.

She lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously stroking the phone screen, which still displayed transfer information.

"Brother...you don't have to do this." Her voice was very soft.

"I don't feel bitter. I know it's not easy for you out there, I... I just feel sorry for you."

"I know, bro." Yang Fan smiled. "So now it's my turn to feel sorry for you. Take this money and be a good boy."

Yang Ya remained silent for a long time, so long that Yang Fan thought she was still going to insist on returning the money.

Finally, she said very softly, "Then...then I'll save it for you. Just ask me when you need it."

"Okay," Yang Fan agreed. "So where are you staying now? Take me to see you."

When asked about her accommodation, Yang Ya's expression became somewhat unnatural: "I just... I rented a small single room near the school, it's quite clean..."

"Come on, let's go take a look. While we're at it, pack your things; you'll be staying at a hotel with me for the next few days."

"A hotel?" Yang Ya exclaimed in surprise. "That's so expensive! No way! I've already paid for my rented apartment!"

"Forget about the money." Yang Fan stood up. "Your rented room is probably in bad shape, I'm worried about it. Besides—"

He paused for a moment and then said, "You shouldn't go handing out flyers anymore."

"Take these last few days to rest well, then come home with your brother."

"That won't do!" Yang Ya stood up as well. "I already made plans with them; I'm going tomorrow..."

"I quit." Yang Fan's tone left no room for argument. "With me here, why would I need you handing out flyers?"

Looking at his sister's thin shoulders, and remembering how she stomped her feet in the cold wind, he felt another pang of pain in his heart.

"Xiaoya, please listen to me this once, okay?"

Yang Ya bit her lip and struggled for a long time.

She was really tired, standing for seven or eight hours every day handing out flyers, her legs were swollen. And in this cold weather, her hands were cracked from the cold.

And... my brother seems to be serious.

"Well... alright then." She finally gave in, "but I have to go and tell them, I can't just say I'm not going."

"I'll go with you," Yang Fan said.