Taking Liu Yifei back to Northeast China for the Chinese New Year has sent the entire internet into

Rear command post.

Sister Wang's fingertip hovered over the number of the public relations department head, but she hesitated to press it.

On the screen, the number of viewers in the live stream was climbing at an alarming rate.

Just minutes ago, she had already drafted a crisis communication strategy.

A famous celebrity publicly forced his elderly mentor to write a guarantee.

And their attitude was extremely arrogant?

This is disrespectful to teachers!

That's just being arrogant!

If the rivals just buy a few marketing accounts to stir up trouble, Fang Yu's reputation will be ruined in minutes.

But before she could make a move...

Public opinion shifted.

The netizens who usually love to nitpick in the comments section have all transformed into actuaries at this moment.

Five hundred words can be exchanged for a famous painting worth three million.

That works out to six thousand gold coins per word!

No one jumped out to accuse Fang Yu of being disrespectful.

The screen was filled with comments like "doing charity in disguise" and "I'm asking Young Master Fang to humiliate me."

Sister Wang placed her phone face down on the table.

He slumped into the large chair.

She picked up the PR document she had just written and casually stuffed it into the shredder at her feet.

"never mind……"

Sister Wang stared at the ceiling and let out a long breath.

Let our ancestors do whatever they want.

Sooner or later, Fang Yu will train her heart, which is that of an agent, to develop eight-pack abs.

……

Kaoshantun.

The room was warm and cozy, but the atmosphere on the kang table was extremely tense.

Teacher Wang held the calligraphy brush and wrote furiously.

After all, he had taught Chinese for his entire life. Although he felt extremely frustrated, his basic skills were still there.

A guarantee of 500 words, written in great detail, quickly took shape.

Fang Yu stood to the side with his arms crossed.

He not only observed, but also offered verbal guidance.

"Teacher Wang, this handwriting is a bit messy."

"The brushstrokes should penetrate the paper; otherwise, it will seem insincere."

"Yes, right, just this sentence, 'I, Wang Fugui, deeply realize my own narrow-mindedness,' is precise in its word choice and has a perfect subject-verb-object structure."

"Keep writing in this tone."

Teacher Wang's face had turned from red to purplish-brown, and the veins on his hand holding the pen were bulging.

He kept muttering to himself.

"Impulse is the devil...impulse is the devil..."

"For the sake of the God of Wealth, you must endure it!"

Liu Yifei was already squatting on the ground laughing, her shoulders shaking, completely oblivious to the camera.

Fang Daqiang and Zhao Guifang both turned to look out the window.

It's unbearable to look at.

That son is incredibly wicked.

Finally, under Fang Yu's "kind guidance," Teacher Wang finished writing the last character.

He slammed the pen down on the inkstone and said irritably.

"Finished writing!"

"Don't rush me." Fang Yu chuckled and blew on the still-wet ink on the guarantee.

"According to the procedure, after it is written, it must be read aloud in public for it to officially take effect."

"You...you're going too far!" Teacher Wang was so angry she almost jumped off her chair.

"I'm doing this for your own good," Fang Yu said sincerely. "By reading it aloud, not only can the viewers in the live stream bear witness, but it will also help you remember it better so you don't forget it later, right?"

Teacher Wang glared at Fang Yu, who smiled back at him.

Their eyes met.

In the end, Teacher Wang was defeated.

no way.

The God of Wealth is incredibly charming.

He snatched the guarantee and cleared his throat.

He began to read aloud in a tone even more somber than when reciting a eulogy.

"Guarantee".

"I, Wang Fugui, a villager from Kaoshantun, hereby solemnly promise: From this day forward, I will adhere to the bottom line of being a teacher and will resolutely refrain from mentioning, discussing, or sharing any information related to Comrade Fang Yu's childhood in any form or in any public or private setting..."

Every word was written in blood.

Every word hits home.

The live stream chat erupted in celebration.

[Hahahaha! Public execution!]

Teacher Wang: What I'm reading isn't a guarantee, it's my dignity.

[Isn't this much more interesting than the Spring Festival Gala? I suggest Fang Yu and Teacher Wang go straight to the Spring Festival Gala; I promise I won't change the channel for a second!]

[Fang Yu, you've really snatched all the bamboo shoots on the mountain!]

As Teacher Wang read aloud with grief and indignation, Fang Yu nodded with satisfaction.

He picked up his paintbrush again.

Gently tap the right eye of the God of Wealth image.

Another point, falling on the left eye.

It was in that very instant.

The entire painting seems to have been infused with a true spiritual energy.

The moment the eyes lit up, a wonderful chemical reaction occurred.

The eyes of the God of Wealth in the painting instantly came to life!

That ambiguous smile, radiating boundless authority and wealth, struck straight to the heart.

"He's alive...he's alive!"

Teacher Wang forgot about being angry. He threw down the guarantee, rushed to the table, and stared intently at the painting, his eyes filled with fascination and awe.

Fang Yu handed the painting over.

"Uncle Wang, here you go."

Teacher Wang was overjoyed and carefully took it with both hands, her movements even gentler than when she was holding her own grandson.

……

We saw off a satisfied Teacher Wang.

The Fang family courtyard has become lively again.

Zhao Guifang directed Fang Daqiang to carefully paste the couplets and paintings written by Fang Yu onto the door and walls.

When the couplet "God of Wealth, don't get lost, or you'll be showered with unexpected riches" was pasted on the gate, the entire atmosphere of the Fang family courtyard seemed to change.

The words and the paintings both exude an indescribable spirituality.

"Everything's ready!"

Zhao Guifang clapped her hands, looking at her newly renovated home, her face beaming with joy.

"All that's left is the New Year's Eve dinner!"

She turned and went into the kitchen to begin preparing for the evening's main event.

"Xiaoyu, Yifei, go to the village store and buy a few large bottles of drinks!"

"Okay!"

Fang Yu responded and pulled Liu Yifei outside.

On New Year's Eve in Northeast China, it gets dark early, and it started snowing lightly outside.

The two of them walked on the snow, making a "crunch crunch" sound.

The only shop in the village has two large red lanterns hanging at the entrance, emitting a warm light.

Fang Yu pushed open the door, went straight to the corner shelf, picked up two 2.5-liter bottles of Coca-Cola, and turned around to pay.

But then I turned around.

But they discovered that Liu Yifei was carrying two equally huge buckets of Pepsi, but in blue packaging.

Her cool, clear eyes were fixed on the red bottle in Fang Yu's hand, her gaze filled with disapproval.

"What's wrong?" Fang Yu asked knowingly.

Liu Yifei raised her chin slightly, her tone serious.

"I think Pepsi has a smoother taste and is sweeter, so let's buy this one."

Fang Yu shook his head repeatedly without even thinking.

"No, this is too out of touch with reality."

What are the traditions of Chinese New Year? A vibrant and festive atmosphere!

"Look at this bright red Coca-Cola label, so fitting for the occasion!"

"This is the standard for New Year's Eve dinner."

The viewers in the live stream couldn't help but laugh when they saw this.

These two can even argue over buying a bottle of Coke.

Liu Yifei did not compromise; she tried to persuade the other party from a more scientific perspective.

"Taste is inherently subjective."

"But I've done my research, and the tiny bit of sweetness that Pepsi adds can effectively stimulate the brain to release dopamine, thus producing a stronger feeling of pleasure."

Fang Yu was amused by her serious expression.

"My angel sister, happiness can't be created by artificially adding saccharin."

"Pepsi is so sweet, it's cloying after just a couple of sips. Once it's on the table, it overpowers even the best dishes."

"Try this red cola again. It's very fizzy and has a refreshing, sandy texture."

"When our stew of pork is ready in a little while, it'll be all oily and glistening. It'll need this complex flavor with a hint of medicinal herbs, plus that high acidity and pungent effervescence, to cut through the richness!"

Liu Yifei frowned slightly, wanting to argue a few more points.

Fang Yu didn't give her a chance and unleashed his ultimate move.

"Besides, when you're done, 'bang!' and put two big, blue bottles on the table."

"My mom has bad eyesight; she might even think we bought toilet cleaner!"

Liu Yifei was stunned on the spot.

He looked down at the two huge blue plastic buckets in his arms.

You call this toilet cleaner?!