Please make money.

The uncle now drives a Mercedes Benz, which makes him look a little down and out.

You know, he used to drive a Rolls-Royce!

That thing is now in the group's garage, and it has been scheduled to be taken apart and played with by Sister Jing.

"Brother is in there."

The Third Master turned his head and gestured towards the manor, which was not even owned by the old lady.

This is a gift from Uncle Feng, who is in charge of the medical hospital among the 18 shareholders, to his godmother. He is truly a filial son.

Some people used to say that Uncle Feng was trying to curry favor with the old lady. Now that the old lady has lost her power, he is still as filial as ever. It is obvious that this is true filial piety.

Alia put on her hood and strode forward. "It's New Year's Day. Why don't you go in and blow the cold wind outside?"

The Third Master was silent for a moment, but still followed behind and walked into the manor.

Others followed suit, and for a moment the procession was so grand and powerful that it seemed as if they were forcing the emperor to abdicate.

……

……

The old lady is angry.

There is no reason not to be angry. When she was in power, weren't the New Year and other festivals so lively?

Repairing the garden - crossed out - we are at least half Buddha!

You've worked hard for most of your life, and now you're not allowed to enjoy yourself?

But now, it is deserted. Even those who come to pay New Year's greetings have to wait for the host to lead the way before they dare to enter.

Which one is the real boss? Ah? Which one is the real boss?

Even the eldest son who came in early seemed a little hesitant, looking around like a monkey being chased.

"What are you looking at!"

"Um...ah, nothing much, Mom, what are we having for lunch?"

"What to eat? Eat——"

"Crunch————————"

The painted red door burst open, and the wind and snow, carrying the cold air, came in, bringing with them the bright red color.

"It's quite cold today, let's have some mutton hotpot for lunch, grandma - I'm here to wish you a happy new year!"

Alia strode into the yard, clearly looking like a young girl, wearing a hooded cloak in the style of Zhaojun.

The sound of rustling wings came from his feet as he walked like a dragon or a tiger, just like a general who had just come down from the battlefield and threw off his cloak. It was really amazing.

After entering the yard, the door behind her slowly closed, locking the cold air out, and Alia breathed a sigh of relief.

Lele took the cloak from her, revealing a plain skirt underneath. She also changed into a loose jacket that was sky blue with gold-embossed embroidery of ginkgo leaves.

"Grandma is not in good health, it's normal for her to sit at home. There are so many guests outside, but you don't even know to invite them in to sit down. What's the logic behind this?"

Alia raised her hand to call the waiter: "Notify the kitchen to make mutton soup at noon, and get some hot water."

The waitress - or rather the manor's nanny - subconsciously looked at the old lady.

The latter's face turned pale, but he turned his eyes away in the end, pretending not to see what happened.

"If you don't wipe yourself with a hot towel after being exposed to the cold wind for a long time, you will get frostbite. Lele, how do you get frostbite?"

"It is because the local skin is stimulated by low temperature, which then causes local blood circulation disorder, leading to necrosis of the skin and mucous membranes and the occurrence of lesions."

"That's right, so to prevent it, we need to ensure blood circulation. Hot compress is good for blood circulation...Uncle Feng."

"Ok?"

"You've put a lot of thought into this yard. The indoor temperature is 25 degrees, and the air conditioner is on day and night. The electricity bill alone must be quite expensive, right?"

"No..." Uncle Feng smiled awkwardly: "It didn't cost much, it can't cost much..."

"What a waste. It's already in the yard."

“That’s enough—”

The old lady slammed the table and said, "Who are you scolding?!"

"I just said a few words and grandma got so angry?"

Alia rolled up her sleeves, ignoring the old lady's temper and just wiping her hands and face.

After he finished scrubbing, he shook his sleeves, straightened the hair on his forehead, and bowed to the old lady.

"It seems that grandma doesn't like me anymore. I'll just say hello and leave now."

"you--"

"I, your granddaughter Alia, wish your grandma good health and a long life, may this day come true every year, and may you have a healthy Chinese New Year!"

Lele glanced at the old lady at the top, whose face had turned red with anger.

After Alia finished her worship, she stood up and left without looking back.

In the huge Chinese-style courtyard hall, almost all the people who had just sat down stood up and subconsciously wanted to leave.

For a moment, she was the only one sitting there...

The Third Master looked left and right in confusion, sighed, and walked over to stop Alia.

"Xiaoya..."

"It's Chinese New Year. Who are you going to show your displeasure to when you come to visit us on the first day of the new year?"

"I'm not showing my displeasure to anyone. The old lady has that kind of temper..."

"Really?" Alia turned around and said, "Grandma, you have to change your temper. As you get older, a bad temper can cause high blood pressure."

"..."

The old lady pounded the cane in her hand fiercely, but she didn't dare to show off in front of her granddaughter who had now grown up.

To put it bluntly, if she really gets angry, I will lose my decent retirement life.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and the old lady finally took the initiative to look away, looking away angrily and no longer speaking.

Ailia then walked back and sat on the armchair at the side, picked up the teacup and drank tea by herself.

The eighteen shareholders finally breathed a sigh of relief. This incident...

Then came the usual New Year greetings. In the beginning, they were all brothers and sisters who followed Ai Rulong, and they regarded the old lady as their half-godmother.

The old lady is such a bad person. After her son left, everyone became disloyal.

If she really had the generosity to treat an old man as a treasure, there was no way Alia would have given her such a cold shoulder...

The gifts prepared by everyone were very generous. For example, Uncle Feng, a godson, was even given a golden Buddha as a gift.

This thing is not a pendant, but an ornament. It is as tall as a palm. Even if it is hollow, it would cost hundreds of thousands.

After everyone had given their gifts, they subconsciously looked towards Alia.

Alia took out a financial report from her sleeve. "I originally wanted to give you something elegant, but you wouldn't understand, grandma. If I gave you something tacky, you wouldn't have much to splurge at your age, so I'll give you something that will make you happy. Here, this is the group's financial report for last year."

Prime Minister Lei was sitting at the bottom, covering his forehead and sighing silently.

This is not because Alia used undisclosed business secrets as her transcript.

But you're giving this as a gift during Chinese New Year, isn't that just a slap in the face...

The old lady's hands were shaking: "What do you mean! What do you mean!"

"Why? I've made it big, the group has come back to life, and your future retirement life is guaranteed, grandma. Are you not happy?"

"…That's not what you meant!"

"That's not what I meant. What else could it mean?"

"——You are here to piss me off! You money-loser——you might as well just piss me off to death!"

"If I want to piss you off to death, I have ten thousand ways to do it, but not today, not here."

Alia put the financial report in her hand on the table: "If you think that I have made achievements just to irritate you, then I have nothing to say."

"Ouch... Ouch..."

The old lady covered her chest with her hands, looking as if she couldn't breathe.

Uncle Guai, Uncle Ai San, and Uncle Feng were all frightened. They hurried to support her and gently patted her back to help her breathe more smoothly.

Even Aunt Zhou, who had always stood on Alia's side, couldn't help but gently tug on her clothes and shook her head slightly, asking her not to be too radical.

After a moment of confusion, the old lady finally calmed down.

The financial report was there, but everyone tacitly pretended not to see it and acted as if nothing had happened.

Lele stood behind Alia and felt that the eldest lady was really aggressive today.

In contrast, the old lady was so weak that she had no chance to defend herself. Her defense was like a piece of paper folded in half...

Under the mediation of a few filial sons, everyone went for a walk or chatted with the old lady, and children like An Didi were used as a tool to ease the situation.

Sister Yu held the cat and sat silently by the side. Even her father "asked" her to be the mascot and peacemaker.

Enjoying the presence of her children and grandchildren except Arya, the old lady had a hard time getting through the dark morning of the first day of the new year.

Alia went to see the garden. This manor cost a lot of money and even hired a garden designer to design it, imitating the Yu Garden.

Besides Uncle San, there was another person accompanying Alia, and that was Uncle Guai.

Sister Jing stayed beside the old lady, looking out the door with some worry. After hesitating for a while, she winked at Sister Yu.

The old lady is a typical patriarchal old lady. She has never been very fond of her granddaughter. Her favorite grandson is a chubby and strong grandson like An Didi.

The invisible sister Yu slipped out of the hall and looked around before she found her father, uncle and elder sister in the pavilion in the middle of the lake in the distance.

But this is not going to work...

And from the looks of it, they seem to be talking about something?

……

……

"So, this is what Auntie An told you not to take out?"

Looking at the two old documents in her hand, Alia looked down on them.

"She looks like me, so she's my sister. Is there such a good thing?"

"..." The uncle twisted the thermos cup strangely and looked towards the lake: "Who knows what's going on in your family?"

"I mean - it's a good thing for me to have another sister, and to divide the family property and so on. Do you think I care?"

"You don't care?" The uncle sneered, "If you didn't care, why did you fight over shit like a dog before?"

The Third Master closed his eyes speechlessly - you guys must confront her today, right?

Alia was not angry: "In your hands, the group is worse than shit. Who do you think I showed that financial report to? To my grandma? Can she understand it?"

The uncle opened his mouth strangely and said in a desperate defense: "Even if...even if you have some achievements, can you do this for long?"

"Why can't it last long? Do you have any good ideas or suggestions? Tell me about it?"

Facing Alia who was asking for advice humbly, the uncle argued: "Your most basic thing is that you pay too much to recruit people!"

"Talent premium is paid, which does drive up costs, but it's worth it."

"If I were to recruit someone, I wouldn't hire someone who just wants a certain salary. If someone comes and says he wants a certain salary, I won't hire him at all!"

My uncle said strangely that although young people can get a college degree, they should consider and ask themselves what they can do.

It's not how much money you can make with a college degree, it's what you can do that makes you money.

He said to Alia, don’t recruit people who say, “I want to get a certain salary, will you give it to me?” You don’t need to hire people like that.

"The people you recruit should know what I can do, what I can do, and what I can do for you. Such children have the opportunity to be trained."

"If you're running for Idiot of the Year, I'll vote for you."

Alia didn't even look up as she flipped through the first document.

"What else can I do for you? Who the hell are you? What can I do for you? If you pay them, they will do something for you. Have some shame!"