Chapter 275 Sit down and talk to mom

The praise from Ding Junzhe and Dong Wanwan did not inflate Chen Pingan.

He knows very well what his abilities are. Even if he puts it nicely, it is just a way for him to deceive others.

But if he could make money by borrowing other people's money, that's what he wanted to do.

But facing his classmates and senior sisters, he still declined.

How much pocket money do they have?

The total amount is only a few hundred thousand, so there is no need.

After returning home, Chen Pingan thought for a while and finally understood that there should be a problem between Dong Wanwan and Huo Shiyun.

But this matter probably has nothing to do with him.

If Huo Shiyun was willing to help, it would have been almost a month and she should have told him whether she had already contacted the senior students.

There is no news so far, which can only mean one thing, that is, Huo Shiyun did not ask for help.

There is no other possibility.

Otherwise, based on her relationship with Dong Wanwan, it is impossible for Dong Wanwan to know nothing.

"Besides, why is Senior Sister Dong suddenly interested in me?"

Thinking of this, he murmured to himself: "I'm only 19 years old!"

Ding Junzhe must have been forced to do so!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh.

I feel a little proud in my heart, I finally have someone who likes me, and the person is a girl from a rich family.

To be honest, Dong Wanwan's conditions are really good.

He has gained a relatively deep understanding of some brands recently. The clothes and jewelry worn by Senior Sister Dong definitely cost more than six figures.

It's a pity that he really hasn't found a partner yet.

What he needs is not love, but family affection.

As for love...

Love at first sight is, without exception, just greed for the body.

He had seen too many of Fang Hongjun.

I really think about it, as long as you have money, what kind of woman can’t be found?

…

The New Year will be celebrated in a few days, and the spirit of the New Year has already come out in Beijing.

Chen Pingan did not perform any operations during this period.

He doesn't want to take any chances.

If he followed the trend in his memory, he could have opened a position at this time, but he did not do so.

After the Chinese New Year holiday, according to the usual behavior of the market, a post-holiday plunge can basically be seen.

He didn't want to be exposed to wild swings over just a few days.

So he just stayed at home with his family to prepare things for the New Year.

In addition, he also prepared four big red envelopes.

They were given to him and Huihui's bodyguards, 100,000 each.

Because Roast Chicken is a loner, he stays at home and has nowhere to go.

Ah Qi told Chen Ping'an that Uncle Tang had agreed for him to go home and have a look, so he would let the knife and roast chicken continue to follow him in the next time.

Chen Pingan nodded in agreement, and then prepared a red envelope for Daozi.

Now we are ready to celebrate the New Year happily.

…

"Hey, Zhidie."

"Second sister? Why do you have time to call me?" Fang Zhidie's voice was laziest, and she really could rest.

She is not like other actors who have a lot of filming appointments or just make announcements, so she has nothing to do.

Not only did he receive a salary, but he also received dividends from his shares in the Fang Group just a few days ago.

What's more, she is a young lady of the Fang family, and Shengsheng Culture Media also belongs to the Fang family.

She is not an ordinary artist, she has no salary except a basic salary.

At least she still has a monthly salary of 40,000 to 50,000 yuan.

If there is no shortage of money, why work?

Fang Jinglei thought to herself, if it weren't for the Chinese New Year, no ghost would pay attention to you.

"The Chinese New Year is coming, and I'm asking you if you want to come over and spend the Chinese New Year with mom."

Fang Jinglei asked simply and straightforwardly.

Fang Zhidie let out a "ha" and said, "Why don't you go back to Yuncheng to celebrate the New Year?"

Fang Jinglei stood up and stood in front of the window, looking at her mother's room opposite, frowning and saying, "Just say whether you're coming or not."

Fang Zhidie hesitated and said: "I probably won't leave the capital. "One Thought of Heaven and Hell" has been completed and will be aired in the next few days. I may have to attend the ceremony."

Fang Jinglei was never embarrassed to mention this name.

To her, Shengsheng Culture Media is just a capital company. The right to adapt belongs to others. She can change it however she wants...

"Congratulations on finishing the project." Fang Jinglei congratulated lightly, and then continued to ask: "What I want to know is whether you will come to the yard to celebrate the New Year with mom.

Just say whether you want to come or not. "

Fang Zhidie said hesitantly: "Sister, I won't go there, I have other things to do."

Fang Jinglei hung up the phone neatly, and then called Fang Miaoxuan again.

She was right not to have any hope for this fourth sister.

Fang Miaoxuan's answer was only two words.

"No."

Fang Jinglei, who was as diligent as an old guard dog, still had a glimmer of hope when she finally called Fang Qingyan.

But Fang Qingyan's reply only depends on the time. She has been very busy recently, supervising the warehouse or her own warehouse and watching the shipment every day.

If you have time, come to the capital. If you don't have time, stay in Yuncheng to spend the New Year with your father Fang Junhong.

Fang Jinglei didn't even mention that she had already called her about her other two sisters in Beijing spending the New Year with her mother.

With a simple "hmm", the two ended the call.

In the courtyard, Fang Jinglei has already collected the New Year's goods and hired someone to clean the courtyard.

She even bought couplets and lanterns.

For this kind of courtyard, she heard that it was necessary to light lanterns during the Chinese New Year until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month after the Lantern Festival.

The Chinese New Year was just a few days away.

But she could not contact or find Chen Pingan.

Thinking about the scene of a large family eating around the dining table during the Chinese New Year last year, her eyes could not help but moisten a lot.

I still remember that during the Chinese New Year last year, the whole family was smiling, even Pingan was smiling.

The red envelopes given to each of them by their father Fang Junhong were the same.

But the red envelopes given to Fang Hongjun by the daughters were several times more than those given to Pingan.

She remembered that she only gave 5,000 yuan.

This was no different from the red envelopes given by ordinary well-off families in Yuncheng.

But the red envelopes given to Fang Hongjun were 50,000 yuan.

Now she could no longer remember what she thought at the time, anyway, it was in the past.

What she was in trouble now was that she could neither take her mother to the Zhao family to celebrate the Chinese New Year, nor persuade her mother to go to Yuncheng to celebrate the Chinese New Year with her father.

In this way, the huge courtyard seemed very deserted.

She shook her head and sighed.

She put on her coat, opened the door of her room, and walked towards her mother's room.

Zhao Wei had been taking medicine for a while, and now she behaved like a normal person.

But Fang Jinglei didn't dare to provoke her at all.

"Mom, Mom?"

She knocked on the door gently.

"Leilei, come in, the door is not locked." Zhao Wei's voice rang out from the room.

Fang Jinglei pushed the door open and walked in.

Zhao Wei leaned on the sofa, holding a glass of red wine in her hand and drinking.

Fang Jinglei was shocked when she saw this, "Mom, how can you drink?"

She walked over and wanted to grab the wine glass from Zhao Wei's hand.