Reborn in America, I'm serious about making money.

Every year on the first day of the Lunar New Year, Yonghe Temple welcomes a large number of worshippers, including locals from Beijing and people from other places. They compete to be the first to offer incense, creating a spectacular scene.

Before dawn, the entrance to Yonghe Temple was already crowded with people. Holding incense and candles, they prayed silently, their eyes filled with piety and anticipation. Some had even arrived the night before, hoping to be among the first to offer incense.

However, this year is different from previous years. The area in front of the gate has been surrounded by a large number of young people, numbering over a hundred. They are all wearing matching black down jackets and are fully equipped, clearly indicating that they are from the same group. Judging from this, everyone knows that someone is trying to steal their spot as the first to offer incense.

Just as the Yonghe Temple was about to open, they saw six or seven people arrive late and stand at the door, waiting for it to open.

These people dared not speak out against their anger, for they did not see the more than one hundred strong and powerful men in black watching them.

As soon as the temple opened, Zhang San and the five or six people who came with him rushed in and placed the first incense sticks there.

After Zhang San rushed in, more than twenty of the hundred or so men in black went in, while the others dispersed automatically.

Only then did the crowd begin to surge. Everyone rushed into the temple, running towards the incense burner. In no time, the area in front of the incense burner was packed with people, vying to insert their incense sticks into it, hoping to receive the blessings of the gods.

Despite some initial unpleasantness and dissatisfaction with Zhang San's queue-cutting behavior, people's faces were still filled with excitement and tension during the scramble for the first incense offering.

Some people held the incense sticks carefully, while others simply held them high above their heads, as if afraid someone would snatch them first. The whole scene was incredibly lively; after all, the point of celebrating the New Year is to have fun.

After being escorted out, Zhang San and the others said to Allen, "This is called the 'first incense-snatching' activity. It's not only a traditional custom, but also people's yearning and expectation for a better life. It also provides a place for people to find solace and fills them with hope in the new year."

Allen was dumbfounded as he watched large crowds still surging towards them to offer incense.

"It's incredible that there are events like this. This is even more exciting than Christmas."

Zhang San was also very happy. He remembered that the original owner of this body had never had such a lively life. For an orphan, just surviving was not easy, let alone enjoying such a lively life.

"I plan to establish orphanages across the country to give orphans a better life."

Looking at the bustling crowd, Zhang San suddenly said something that made the few people still watching sigh.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm just feeling a bit emotional. I'm rich now, very rich. This shows I'm capable, and with great power comes great responsibility!"

"Stephen, I support you." After saying that, Allen continued, "We're making too much money overseas. We should spend some of it abroad to avoid taxes."

Zhang San could have donated this money to some charitable organization, but these organizations treat charity as a business, which must be because they discovered the secret of North American charity.

However, Zhang San felt that charity should be done, whether for fame or profit. But he wondered if it was not allowed for individuals to do charity in mainland China right now.

Since we're doing charity, let's change the name. We can build schools. Since the first private school appeared in Sichuan in 1992, I heard that the number of private schools has increased by a thousand since last year.

He could then establish private schools to provide tuition and living expenses free of charge for orphans or those from extremely poor families, as well as scholarships, so that they can have a normal school life.

The charitable foundation can be placed in Hong Kong, and an education group can be established there to build schools in mainland China.

Doing charity is an art. The whole country is poor now, the poorest is the southwest. He also needs to recruit some overseas volunteers to go there to teach. At least foreigners are still popular. For no other reason than the rumors that there are first-class, second-class, and third-class people in mainland China.

That's definitely not true, Zhang San doesn't believe it either.

Besides studying, we also need to purchase agricultural products from there and sell them in supermarkets so that the people in those places can become wealthy.

Zhang San felt he had a great advantage. Although some of his businesses were in the IT industry, most of them were in the cash-rich retail sector, mainly collecting rent and selling software, which could provide him with a large amount of cash flow.

Back in the courtyard house, the group went to sleep first. They had gotten up too early that morning, and after setting off firecrackers for half the day yesterday, the excitement wore off and sleepiness crept in.

Chai Xiaofen looked at He Meitian, who was being led into the room by Zhang San, and the complex emotions in her eyes were hard to describe. The bud that was once waiting to bloom has now blossomed into a flower.

Just now, Zhang San shamelessly told her, "Meitian just celebrated her coming-of-age ceremony and needs me right now. If you're not used to sleeping alone, we can keep her company."

Zhang San's words deepened Chai Xiaofen's understanding of him. The guy who wanted to do charity in the morning had now become a playboy.

"Hmph~" Chai Xiaofen snorted coldly, turned around and went back to the room across the hall. Her heart was very complicated. Had she fallen in love with that scumbag?

Around 2 PM, Zhang San woke up and woke the sweet girl in his arms, saying, "Get up and eat. Aren't you hungry?"

During the Lunar New Year, they eat dumplings, which is called "when in Rome, do as the Romans do"; and on the first day of the Lunar New Year, Zhang San's habit is not to do anything, not even take out the trash.

He heard from the people who raised him that this was a custom from their hometown, so he inherited it.

As the boss, everything is arranged for him; if he wanted, he could have everything done for him without lifting a finger.

However, he didn't do that. He felt that he still had to take care of his basic needs. Otherwise, he would feel like a person who couldn't take care of himself. Even if he had a lot of money, he would still feel like a useless person, which would make him question the meaning of life.

Early this morning, news of Zhang San leading a group to snatch the first incense offering spread throughout Beijing. According to some people, certain wealthy and powerful individuals mobilized over a hundred people to block the entrance of the Yonghe Temple and compete for the first incense offering.

"So what if you have a little bit of money? What's the big deal?"

"Those who incite public outrage like this will not have a good life."

Those who heard this news were all filled with righteous indignation, and naturally spoke with some anger; but they did not know that the instigator was currently enjoying the company of two beautiful women while eating.

Even if Zhang San knows about those people's anger, so what? Come and bite me if you dare!