February 7, 2008, the first day of the Lunar New Year.

For people like Chen Zhu who celebrate the New Year at home, everything seems a bit dull. Maybe most Chinese people are like this. The excitement of the New Year's Eve is much greater than that of the New Year's Day.

"Happy New Year, Mom! I wish you success in your work and good health in the new year~"

When Chen Zhu came out of the bedroom, he saw Mao Xiaoqin for the first time and said hello with a smile.

"Happy New Year, I wish our Mr. Chen a happy New Year."

Queen Mother Mao also responded lively.

When I met Lao Chen next, Chen Zhu also sent his blessings and helped him steam rice cakes in the kitchen.

His cheerful, filial and gentle demeanor could not be compared to the cold and domineering appearance he had when he participated in the "cosplay party" last night and acted as the master of the breast-trembling sister.

Therefore, people like Chen Chu are the legendary hypocrites who use "beautiful clothes" to cover up "false darkness".

When the vegetarian dishes and rice cakes were ready and served, Chen Zuo ate a bowl with his parents. In fact, he had not liked eating these since he was a child.

I heard that on the first day of the new year in the north, there are hot pork dumplings and sesame glutinous rice balls, as well as some leftover meat dishes from the New Year's Eve, such as pig skin jelly dipped in vinegar.

Thinking about it, it is much more fragrant than vegetarian food.

After finally finishing eating, Chen Peisong and Mao Xiaoqin each took out a red envelope.

Chen Zhu happily took it, "Good guy, it's as thin as a piece of paper."

Because there is really only one hundred-yuan note inside.

This is the rule for New Year's money in Guangdong. In fact, in terms of amount, it cannot be called New Year's money, but "profit".

The younger generation who are unemployed and unmarried do not need to give it to their elders. The elders give the younger generation a "profit distribution", and the amount is very, very small compared to the north.

Close relatives (sons and daughters), 100 yuan.

Nephews (nephews and nieces), 50 yuan.

Additional relatives (aunts, nephews, nieces), 20 yuan.

Ordinary relatives (within five servers), 10 yuan.

Junior neighbors and unmarried colleagues, 5 yuan.

I remember when Chen Zhugang was working, because it was a large organization, he would receive more than 300 red envelopes every year.

But I couldn’t afford to even buy a Xiaomi phone after tearing it all apart, because some leaders only gave me one yuan in profit.

However, these amounts are not rigid rules and are generally "broken" by the third generation.

For example, if Chen Zhu has a baby, Chen Peisong and Mao Xiaoqin will make sure they stuff the red envelopes with hundreds of yuan bills to look like they are pregnant.

I came here like this on the morning of the first day of the new year, because Song Shiwei had not returned from Zhuhai, and Yu Xian was also taking care of his relatives in his hometown.

So when Lao Chen went to the office to clock in, Chen Zhu simply went shopping with his mother again.

Empress Dowager Mao couldn't help but joke that after giving the money, the service was really different.

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On the first day of the Lunar New Year in Guangzhou, there are actually only a few interesting places.

The first, of course, is the flower markets in each district, where the bustle and bustle from last night continue;

The second is shopping malls or pedestrian streets, such as Zhengjia, Teemall, Shangxiajiu and Capital Road, which are also places where people gather.

The third is a place with a bit of history or cultural heritage, such as Yongqingfang or Lingnan Impression Park.

Chen Zhu and his family went to the flower market last night. Mao Xiaoqin didn't really want to go shopping, so the mother and son went to Yongqingfang.

It happened to be relatively close to the street where Lao Chen worked, so the family could have a meal outside at noon.

Yongqingfang is located in Liwan. It is said that it was already a lively market in the Ming Dynasty.

Now, based on the previous work, a 5A-level tourist attraction integrating culture, entertainment, social functions and other functions has been built.

In fact, Chen Zhu feels that this 5A is a bit watered down, mainly because there are not many places of interest in Guangzhou, so he just used his money to create an iconic attraction.

A city leader who was later arrested once shouted during a meeting that Yongqingfang should be compared with the Qinhuai River in Nanjing. He was really a fool who did not understand the positioning of the city.

However, there are still a lot of people here on the first day of the new year.

Red lanterns and five-star red flags are hung high everywhere. Typical Cantonese-style building "arcades" stand in an orderly manner on both sides of the road. A red bridge connects the two sides of the clean Lychee Bay, and the flowers on the shore are colorful.

"Come and take a look at the freshly baked double-skinned milk and handmade cattail fans. It's a century-old sweet shop..."

Walking on the granite road of Yongqingfang, you can hear shouts all the time.

It cannot attract locals like Chen Zhu, but it is enough to give foreign tourists a little shock of Lingnan culture.

Dr. Mao probably hasn't been here for a long time because he is busy with work, and he enjoys admiring the novel gadgets.

Especially in front of the art museum in Yongqingfangli, a group of Cantonese opera performing artists were singing opera, accompanied by dragon and lion dance performances. The area was surrounded by people on the inside and outside.

There are also many TV stations, newspapers and other media shooting and shooting for tonight's news.

Chen Zhu can help them think of a title:

With the new year and new atmosphere, Yongqingfang will rekindle the light of a century-old culture in the new era!

Chen Zhu was thinking proudly when he turned around and realized that his mother had been left behind.

She stopped and stood in front of the stage, looking fascinated.

"Mom, I remember you didn't like this babbling tone before."

Chen Zhu fell back and asked with a smile.

"I didn't watch the show."

Mao Xiaoqin shook her head and said, "I'm looking at people."

"Who?"

Chen Zhu asked curiously.

"The reporter who was interviewing..."

Mao Xiaoqin asked a little uncertainly: "Is it Deng Zhi?"

"Sister Zhizhi?"

Chen Zhu turned his head.

Ouch! It’s really her!

She was wearing an apricot-colored knitted cardigan sweater and a pair of slightly loose jeans. She was about 167cm tall and wore a pair of three-centimeter business polished leather shoes.

If you don't have a model-level figure like Song Shiwei or Yu Xian, you would already be considered "outstanding" among women in the south.

The sleeves were neatly rolled up in half, revealing the white forearms, bright red lips, fair skin, and the shiny diamond earrings, although not big, were hidden under the short hair and shone brightly, just like picking stars off and pinning them to ears.

She still has the aggressive style of a strong woman. Even during interviews, her eyes are fixed on the interviewee.

When has that young man in his 20s been stared at by a beauty of this level? When answering questions, his body always twists and turns uncontrollably.

His eyes accidentally wandered to the erect and elegant breasts under the sweater, and he quickly looked away with a blushing face.

But after a while, I can't help but take a quick look again.

After finally waiting until the interview was over, the young man left as if running away.

At this time, Deng Zhicai tugged on his collar expressionlessly.

The top button of the sweater is obviously buttoned up, but I don’t know what’s so good about it!

However, it is common to encounter these situations when interviewing outside. For the sake of work, Deng Zhi will automatically ignore these innocuous problems.

"It's her."

Chen Zhu gave an affirmative answer and then asked: "Mom, when was the last time you saw Sister Zhizhi?"

"I usually talk to your dad, but it was a long time ago that we met."

Mao Xiaoqin sighed and said: "When your uncle Deng Guangrong passed away, your father and I met several times. She was still in college at that time, and we didn't have much chance to meet her later."

Modern society is like this. Even if you are blood relatives, if you don't move around frequently, you may not have much contact.

Chen Peisong and Deng Zhi's father, Deng Guangrong, were colleagues more than ten years ago. Later, Chen Peisong was transferred to other places. Although the two families had contact, they were not frequent.

When Deng Guangrong passed away, Mr. and Mrs. Chen remembered their old friendship and worked hard with a group of colleagues to help, and the two families finally resumed contact.

At that time, Chen Zhu was in the third grade of junior high school and it was the critical moment for the high school entrance examination. He didn't even know about it.

It can even be said that if he had not chosen to start a business after being reborn and needed to use the power of media propaganda, Chen Zhu and Deng Zhi might not have had a deep intersection in this life.

"Later on, Sister Zhizhi took the initiative to help me, maybe just for the sake of you and my dad."

Chen Zhu nodded slightly and said.

"I see that you, Sister Zhizhi, are older than Sister Zhizhi, and the calls you make are quite affectionate."

Mao Xiaoqin suddenly looked at her son suspiciously: "I heard from your father that you guys are also in touch in private."

When Chen Zhu was still a runny-nosed little kid, Peipiandian followed Deng Zhi to marry someone else.
To be continued...