"Qian'er, since Xiaowei must have his reasons for doing this, didn't he say it, you can go after the New Year!" Uncle will relieve Zhang Xiaowei.

"Bei Shuang'er, that's it...!" At this time, Zhang Xiaowei's phone rang.

"Hey, brother, are you off the show?" Zhang Xiaowei answered the other party's phone and asked.

However, the uncle and the aunt looked at it in their eyes, and felt a little uncomfortable, after all, the first time you called was not to us, but to Zhang Xiaowei.

"Xiaowei, have you watched our performance, how are you satisfied?" Zhang Ting asked excitedly, how many celebrities dream to enter the Spring Festival Gala, of course, there may be some stars who don't want to go to the Spring Festival Gala.

"I'm very satisfied, the uncle and the aunt are there, do you want to say a few words to them?"

"No need, I'm getting ready to go to the airport now, I'll be there later!" Zhang Ting's time reservation was relatively urgent, and he could feel it when he spoke.

"Uncle, aunt, my brother is about to go to the airport, and the time is in a hurry, so I don't have time to call you two elders!"

"I heard, we are old, but we are very happy to see your brothers in harmony!" Although the uncle felt uncomfortable, what could be more than the unity of the brothers.

In Wangjia Village at the foot of SD Taishan, Wang Bao's family was very lively at this time, regardless of the distance and proximity, some relatives even came to the Qing Dynasty.

"Wang Bao, you are the pride of our Wang family!" said the grandfather who claimed to be Wang Bao's grandfather and son according to seniority.

Wang Bao's family specially set up eight tables of banquets today, filling a huge courtyard, but the brothers and sisters of the Wang family sat in the courtyard and let the cold wind blow, and they didn't feel the cold at all.

Wang Bao is also very helpless, but Wangjia Village is so big, according to seniority, the other party is also his grandfather, and he used to call him by his name, but this New Year's Day is really coming.

"Master Bao, you are really the pride of our Wang family, come and let my grandson toast you!" At this time, a young man who was about the same age as Wang Bao ran to Wang Bao's side with a wine glass in his hand and said.

"Xiaoyun, you still call me by my name! You call me grandpa like this, I feel very uncomfortable to hear!" Wang Bao said helplessly.

The two are the same age, and it can be said that the two of them were friends who grew up in the midst of fighting, and they suddenly became serious and called themselves grandfathers, which is really awkward to hear this title.

"Daddy, you see you've raised a good child!" Wang Bao said with his mother tied around his waist, standing at the door of the kitchen, looking at the old and young in the village.

"Isn't Bao'er also your baby?" said Wang Bao's father happily.

"Bao'er, in the future, I will be in Wangjia Village, and you will lead the whole village to get rid of poverty and become rich!" Wang Feiwen, the acting village head, stood up with a wine glass.

"Brother Fei, didn't you hear Uncle tell you to go out with me?"

"Don't listen to him, I've learned so many books just to lead everyone out of poverty and become rich, and I'm not going to go out!" Wang Feiwen glanced at his father who was sitting in the distance and whispered.

"Okay, I see!" Although Wang Bao is young, he has been out for a few years, and his mind is not as small as it seems.

Wang Bao's family is beaming, Wang Bao is very happy about all this now, although a few years ago, because he was doing a group performance outside, every time he came back, he would be coldly ridiculed by the villagers for a while, but now they are catering to themselves, aren't they.

Although the contract he signed in the company is not at the same level as Shenlong and others, he is convinced that if he closely follows the pace of Mr. Zhang, sooner or later, his contract will definitely surpass that of Shenlong and others.

This is his simple and simple idea, now in the Hantang Culture Media Company, Shenlong's contract is the highest, and then there is the second daughter of Huanzhu, and the third is Xu Yuhong, Liao Naran and others, and his contract is ranked fourth.

Although his contract is the lowest, he is still very happy, after all, he used to be a group performer, but he couldn't get a year's salary in his life.

"Bao'er, what are you thinking? The old village chief is calling you!" Suddenly, a big brother sitting next to him woke up Wang Bao, who was in a daze!

"It's nothing, second master, do you always call me?" Although the old village elder is not the oldest, his prestige in the village is indeed the highest, after all, he was the village chief before the opening up, and he has been doing it for decades.

"Xiaobao, you have grown up under the watchful eye of our fellow villagers, and if you have the ability in the future, you will work for the welfare of the village. The old village chief said with his hands on crutches.

"Okay, second master, I will definitely not forget the people in the village when I get rich in the future!" Wang Bao said firmly.

Guan Xiaohui's house!

"Xiaohui, tomorrow you take your younger brother to Zhang Xiaowei's house to pay a New Year's greeting!" Guan Xiaohui's family was watching the Spring Festival Gala, and suddenly his father's voice sounded in his ears.

"Dad, why are we giving him a New Year's greeting?" Guan Xiaohui asked a little puzzled, of course, although she said this, she was still looking forward to it in her heart, but she couldn't let her father see it.

"Anyway, he's done your brother such a big favor. Guan Dad explained.

"Dad, if my sister doesn't want to go, forget it, anyway, I know where Director Zhang's house is!" Guan Xiaoming hurriedly said.

His good impression of Zhang Xiaowei can be said to have multiplied now, and he now identifies Zhang Xiaowei as his brother-in-law.

"Who said I won't go, then we'll be together tomorrow!" Guan Xiaohui hurriedly said with a shy face.

"Xiaowei, get up!" Zhang Xiaowei, who was sleeping, was suddenly woken up by Zhang's mother outside the door.

"Mom, it's not dawn yet, what are you doing when you get up so early!" Zhang Xiaowei said helplessly.

Although he was a little reluctant, he didn't know what was going on, but he still looked forward to this feeling in his heart.

It's not even seven o'clock, and it's cloudy today, so it feels like it's just dawn.

However, in their motorcycles, everyone has developed a good habit of waking up early every day, and then familiar friends and colleagues will walk back and forth.

"Is Director He at home?" Zhang Xiaowei's door was open, and a father and daughter with a three-year-old child outside the door asked with a probing brain.

"Yo, it's Xiaoqing! come in and sit!" Zhang Mu was busy in the kitchen, and when she heard the voice, she hurriedly ran out and wiped her hands on her apron.

"Director He, I'm here to greet you for the New Year, Happy New Year!" Xiaoqing put the gift in his hand on the table, while Zhang's mother put the snacks that had been prepared on the table.

"Xiaoqing, why do you get up so early!" Zhang Mu unbuttoned her apron and put it on the hanger.

"There are children at home, I can sleep well there!" Xiaoqing looked a little cramped, but this was understandable.