Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

"Here, this is what I promised you."

A bulging red envelope was gently handed to me; the festive gold foil shimmered in the light, and it felt quite heavy in my hand.

Shen Mingchao met Wu Xie's smiling eyes with a slight surprise. She had just casually mentioned that she thought Wu Xie would give her a hundred or two as a token, but she didn't expect Wu Xie to be so honest.

It's so thick, it must cost at least four figures.

Before she could answer, a voice message suddenly popped up beside her: "When did Wu Xie become so generous? Is he just putting on a show, and it's all just one dollar inside?"

The voice was extremely strange and eerie.

It was definitely Li Cu's voice.

But that person is far away in Beijing, so who became Li Chu's human mouthpiece?

Wu Xie looked in the direction of the sound and saw it was Su Wan. His face darkened, and he glared at Su Wan relentlessly.

Su Wan chuckled and explained, "Senior brother, believe me, I didn't mean to. I'm sorry, I forgot I had the speakers on. Don't be angry. It was Ya Li who said it. If you want to settle accounts, go find him. He's got plenty of lice and isn't afraid of itching."

Was it not intentional?

lie.

He did it on purpose, of course.

Ya Li betrayed him last time, causing him to be severely punished by his master. He can't swallow this insult, and it's time for the tables to turn.

And those nearby overheard this.

Hei Xiazi was the first to burst into laughter, leaning over to tease him in a cheeky manner: "Third Master, I think Li Chu is right. Don't be too sensitive. With your reputation, these are all reasonable guesses."

His words aroused suspicion among the others, even the fat man whispered, "Tianzhen, is it because you stuffed something else inside that it looks so bulging?"

"..."

Wu Xie was incredulous. No matter how poor he was, he couldn't possibly be this poor! These people must dislike him, so they're spouting nonsense in front of Ming Chao!

He gritted his teeth and quickly explained, "The Ming Dynasty, don't listen to their nonsense, it's red inside!"

Wang Meng's sinister voice came from behind: "No money to pay wages, but money to give out red envelopes? Boss, it seems that Wu Shan Ju's plan to turn into a cat café will have to be put on the agenda."

"If you're going to change it, then change it! Stop talking nonsense!" Wu Xie thought. Anyway, selling fake antiques doesn't make much money, so he might as well change it to a cat cafe. That way, he'd have an extra bargaining chip when competing.

What? Will my second uncle beat me to death if he finds out about this?

Ha, he's the only son of the Wu family. Shouldn't we provide him with some business opportunities for his happiness?

Thinking of this, Wu Xie calmed down. He watched Shen Mingchao accept the red envelope, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. He thought to himself that sometimes people's moods can change. When you really like someone, you'll be happy to do anything for her.

The warm, rosy filter was shattered by Shen Mingchao's words in the next second.

"Since I've accepted the red envelope from my elders, I know the proper etiquette. Happy New Year, Third Master!"

Seeing Shen Mingchao about to kneel and offer him a New Year's greeting, Wu Xie's upturned smile vanished instantly, and he frantically tried to help him up, saying, "Oh, no, no!!"

But Shen Mingchao kept saying, "It's okay, you can handle it, you can handle it."

I can handle a 6.

This kneeling is outrageous!

The title of elder must be firmly established, right?

Seeing that everyone else was gloating, Wu Xie's eyes lit up and a wicked idea popped into his head. He was determined to drag his brothers down with him. He spoke with a hint of resentment, deliberately trying to sow discord among them.

"Everyone here in the Ming Dynasty is, in fact, your elder. I've given you this red envelope, but whether they will give me one or not, I don't know."

That sounds like a trap.

If we don't give a red envelope, it will make Wu Xie seem special; if we do give a red envelope, it can only be given in the name of an elder.

Wow, what a self-destructive little master!

But you still have to give a red envelope.

So, in the following period of time, Shen Mingchao finally experienced what it felt like to be showered with wealth; she received so many red envelopes that her hands were sore from receiving them.

She was initially worried that receiving red envelopes was a good thing, but if she had to kowtow to everyone to wish them a Happy New Year, her legs would probably be too sore to walk properly.

Fortunately, they didn't care much about these things, and they all seemed even more resistant than she was.

Can also understand.

After all, nobody likes being called old.

At first, the red envelopes from each person were thicker than the last.

Shen Mingchao felt that this was probably due to men's strange competitive spirit. To prevent malicious competition, she set a limit, with a maximum amount of one thousand, and refused to accept any amount exceeding that.

This is how the amount of money in the red envelopes was controlled.

Shen Mingchao also noticed that the way the people around him gave red envelopes was quite different.

The first type is the domineering CEO type.

Such as Zhang Qiyu, Xie Yuchen, Zhang Haike, and Zhang Rishan.

Without saying a word, when they approached her, they didn't do anything extra; they just handed her a red envelope.

Xie Yuchen and Zhang Haike both own companies and are chairmen of their respective companies. Zhang Rishan is the president of the Nine Gates Association. It is perfectly normal for them to be generous with their money.

But she didn't expect Zhang Qilin to get involved as well.

hiss--

She unlocked a new achievement.

I received a Chinese New Year red envelope from Zhang Qilan! ✓

Shen Mingchao immediately took a picture and sent it to a fellow fan, successfully receiving a "?" in return.

Liu Sang: Your idol gave this to you alone?

Fearing that Liu Sang might misunderstand, Shen Mingchao quickly explained: No, many people have given red envelopes. It's normal for elders to give red envelopes to younger generations during the Lunar New Year.

Liu Sang: Oh, I see.

Then, a WeChat red envelope popped up.

Liu Sang: Since my idol gave it, I should give it too.

Shen Mingchao was dumbfounded, thinking to himself, "Is this how fans follow their idols? I've learned something new."

"Who are you chatting so happily with?"

A male voice suddenly came from the side.

Shen Mingchao subconsciously turned around. The man's superior appearance was extremely striking, especially the mole and tattoo.

"An online friend," she told Zhang Haike.

Zhang Haike nodded and didn't press further, changing the subject: "Ming Dynasty, will you have time after the New Year?"

"What's wrong?"

Zhang Haike smiled and said sincerely, "If you have time, you can come to Hong Kong for a trip with the clan chief."

Last time, he had an urgent matter and returned to Hong Kong ahead of time, so he handed the matter over to two other people. Unexpectedly, the news he received later was that Zhang Haiyan had messed things up, which angered the usually good-tempered clan leader.

Ugh.

Unreliable colleagues.

So this time, Zhang Haike personally invited them.

Fearing that Shen Mingchao might become suspicious, he specifically emphasized that he was accompanying the clan leader, rather than inviting someone alone.

A gaze that could not be ignored fell upon them from above.

Zhang Haike looked up slightly and his gaze met that of Zhang Qiyu in the tree.

The two seemed to exchange something at that moment, or perhaps they simply looked at each other. In any case, Zhang Qilin was the first to look away, and Zhang Haike breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately.

The clan chief has agreed.