Chinese New Year's Eve.

Fireworks go off outside the window.

The rental house that constantly reflects the darkness.

In the rental room, Wang Fatzi stared at a series of data on his laptop in a daze.

Bean-sized sweat continued to run down his forehead.

Panic, insecurity, self-blame, regret......

Countless emotions lingered in his heart, as if they had become a mountain, pressing on his heart and making him breathless.

His whole body seemed to have drained the last of his strength, and he lay on a chair like a puppet.

Chinese New Year's Eve.

The day of family reunion was full of joy and laughter, but at this moment, he was alone in the rental house.

I don't know how long I haven't been out of a rental house, I rely on takeout for three meals a day, and every day I wake up and stare at the strings of cold numbers in my notebook that make him dream.

Wang Fatzi looked at his last balance, his face bitter.

The past few months have been like a dream.

With A-shares, it fell from more than 2,000 points to more than 1,900 points, and his balance also fell from more than 300,000 to 100,000.

He didn't dare to go home......

More than 300,000 yuan, for the countryside, that is a huge amount of money, and it is borrowed from a patchwork, and when he gets home, he doesn't know how to face those eyes.

The psychology of the gambler makes him want to fight again!

But......

Today......

The stock market is closed and no longer trading.

Like the walking dead, he stayed in the rental house for a long time, and then he took out his mobile phone......

At this time, [WeChat] shook.

Followed by......

He saw [the money.

Thank you for your contribution to Dungeon, and I hope you can keep up your good work in the new year!] 】

It was a red envelope sent to him by the leader of the local tui......

His whole body trembled, and then, his eyes couldn't help but get a little wet.

During the months of stock trading, he rarely went to meetings, and rarely answered the phone calls of the leaders, and he maintained a state of rot from beginning to end.

But I didn't expect it......

When the other party saw that he had received the red envelope, the phone rang again.

He hesitated......

Finally answered the phone.

"Come to the Annual Meeting! Eat a big meal! Get a big red envelope! ”

“……”

……………………………………

The success of the [Fat Xiao'an] restaurant gradually made Chen Geng the chairman of [Fat Xiao'an Restaurant Group].

Its......

There are chain restaurants, takeaways, and hotels that just opened in 2011.

When the Bird's Nest International Hotel was first built, the area on the east side of Yanjing was not lively.

But half a year later......

As more and more brands move in, the area is gradually becoming lively.

"Wow, this year's annual meeting is so magnificent!"

"Yes, we are making money now, and the annual meeting should be bigger......

“……”

The 2012 annual meeting of Zhang Sheng's companies and cooperative brands was held in the [Bird's Nest International Hotel].

The hotel has 25 floors, except for the top floor, which is used for office and maintenance, and all the halls below are used to accommodate the annual meetings of various departments.

[Honeycomb Pole Delivery], [J&T Video], [NC Entertainment], [Bird's Nest Decoration], [iPhone], [Bosch Technology]......

More than three years......

Unconsciously, the scale of Zhang Sheng's industry has become so large, and the coverage has been so wide.

4:30 p.m.

The crowded media surrounded the [Bird's Nest International Hotel].

In the media siege, the figures in suits are either shy, nervous, eloquent, or passionate.

Wang Fatzi is particularly inconspicuous in this group of people......

Instinctively feeling some inferiority complex, he avoided the media, only felt embarrassed, and hurriedly walked into the largest, 1,000-person floor push hall, Wang Fatzi saw the nameplate of his name.

His nameplate was close to the corner, but it wasn't too bad, and he could look at the stage in the distance very bluntly......

When Wang Fatzi just sat down, he saw someone walking quickly towards him.

"Where have you been all this time?"

“……”

"Everyone is looking for you, I heard others say, are you trading stocks?"

“……”

Wang Fatzi saw He Yuan, at this moment, He Yuan looked at Wang Fatzi with a worried expression, Wang Fatzi reluctantly showed some smiles, and nodded awkwardly.

At this moment, He Yuan is full of spirits, while Wang Fatzi is becoming more and more restrained, and the closure of a period of time and the failure of stock speculation have already made him unconsciously feel a little socially afraid.

After the two chatted for a while, Wang Fatzi finally looked at He Yuan and asked a question he wanted to know the most: "How many red envelopes will there be?" ”

"I don't know...... This time, Mr. Zhang will give out red envelopes to the people of the whole country, and the red envelopes issued by the people of the whole country are limited, generally about 200 yuan, but the red envelopes of our internal employees are not limited......"

“……”

"I've heard that if you're lucky, you may get tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands, but if you're unlucky, a few cents or a few cents may ...... These are completely random ......"

“……”

Just as the two were chatting, bursts of music rang out at the scene.

The big screen on the stage suddenly darkened.

………………………………

Cctv.

Time kept passing, and the countdown in his ears seemed to hit Ha Wenliang's heart every second.

Sketches, cross talk, music, dance, magic, and scenes of rehearsals passed by in front of his eyes......

They worked very hard to carve every program, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as day and night, but they found that there was never enough time, the program was never perfect, and they never knew if there would be any changes when the Spring Festival Gala began......

So, he could only check it over and over again, and deduce it over and over again.

Looking at the gradually rising stage, and the staff who are constantly debugging the site......

Sitting backstage, Ha Wenliang, who was holding the walkie-talkie, didn't know when, and his forehead began to sweat.

As a fifth-generation director, as a senior, he has experienced countless performances of all sizes, but at this moment, he actually began to be a little nervous.

6:30 p.m.

Artists came one after another.

Ha Wenliang walked into the choreography and directing team, and began to tell the choreographer and director team about all kinds of things uneasily.

With that, he glanced into the distance......

He found that the position of assistant director in the distance was always vacant.

"Where did Mr. Zhang go?"

"Mr. Zhang went outside to get busy."

"What's the busy?"

"I don't know ......"

"He's the assistant director, hey......"

Ha Wenliang wanted to speak and stopped, and finally became bitter, and just wanted to say a few words, but saw a group of leaders coming from afar.

He hurried towards the leaders.

…………………………

The Spring Festival Gala never sells tickets to the public.

Basically, in the form of invitations, top talents who have excelled in society, in their respective fields, or have made outstanding contributions, are invited.

It is a special honor.

Before 2011, the guests invited to the Spring Festival Gala were basically industrial tycoons, scientific research experts and others.

In 2012, the Spring Festival Gala invited Internet celebrities such as Ma Yunhua, Zheng Huateng, and Li Hong for the first time.

In November, when Zheng Huateng received the invitation to the Spring Festival Gala, he was a little surprised, but then he suddenly felt a feeling.

Although it was a simple invitation, it was an official acknowledgment of the industry as a whole and for the contributions it has made over the past decade......

But......

When I learned that the assistant director of the Spring Festival Gala was Zhang Sheng......

In an instant, it was like eating a fly......

The weather in the evening was getting colder.

Zheng Huateng got out of the car.

Before he could get used to the noise not far away, he saw a warm, but annoying smile appear in front of him.

"Mr. Zheng, welcome welcome ......"

"Hello Mr. Zhang, congratulations!"

Zheng Huateng saw Zhang Sheng coming over.

The two shook hands.

Zheng Huateng's face involuntarily showed a smile.

Immediately afterwards, he chatted briefly with Zhang Sheng, and under the camera, he also pretended to laugh.

Shaking hands, taking a group photo, and then following the mighty team into the venue.

When he walked into the venue, in the short dim light, Zheng Huateng's smile disappeared in an instant, and turned into gloomy.

Invisibly, it was as if he had walked into the opponent's home field, and he had become a fish on the chopping board.

It's a declaration of war!

Red envelope!

Red envelope!

Red envelope!

When he walked into the venue, he saw all kinds of advertisements about [WeChat] red envelopes, which appeared in the most conspicuous places.

The advertisements dazzled him......

He found his place and sat down.

Not long after, Ma Yunhua also walked into the venue with a smile.

His place was arranged next to Zheng Huateng......

After taking a seat, Ma Yunhua and Zheng Huateng simply said hello.

Subsequently......

When Ma Yunhua, who was smiling and festive, lowered her head, she said lightly: "Something big is going to happen!" ”

After Zheng Huateng heard Ma Yunhua's words, he didn't make any expression, he didn't seem to hear it, he just smiled, greeted the staff in front of the camera cordially, and even waved his hand, and when the camera left and moved to other entrepreneurs, the smile on his face became solemn: "What do you think of the red envelope?" ”

Ma Yunhua was expressionless: "The biggest mistake in my life is to listen to him sow discord and set my eyes on you when he was in his fledgling......"

Zheng Huateng was silent.

A moment later.

He looked at the stage of the Spring Festival Gala and the gradually increasing number of people.

There were bursts of discussion in my ears, and these voices were [red envelopes]!

When he turned his head, he vaguely saw many young people looking down at their phones from time to time, as if they were stunned.

It was at this time......

Suddenly, the whole venue suddenly became noisy!

All the lights are focused on the stage......

A figure slowly walked out.

………………………………

After Ha Wenliang took the leaders to sit down one by one, it was already 7 o'clock in the evening.

At 7 o'clock, the guest seats were already full.

There is still 1 hour before the Spring Festival Gala.

And at this time......

CCTV released the first Spring Festival Gala warm-up advertisement!

And the name of the warm-up advertisement is the first red envelope rain!

(End of chapter)