Han Xuan thought he had seen the largest snowfall in North America in Montana. When he was five years old, the thickness of the snowfall overnight was as high as 1.4 meters. This refers to the thickness of the snowfall. Some valleys with low terrain were directly buried by the snow seven or eight meters deep.

But before he got up the next day, he heard his father shouting loudly in the corridor, saying that his first floor of his house was buried by snow. Han Xuan, who was awakened, was confused for a while, then he walked to the window with a lot of confusion, opened the curtains and looked out.

Sure enough, there was snow outside the window, the road was no longer visible, and the street lights were buried a lot. Now, even if you jump out of the window, you will not break your arms and legs, because the height is only more than one meter from the snow.

Obama, an Alaska malamute dog, ran from a distance while stepping on the snow, with his tongue hanging on his mouth, looking at Han Xuan with an almost dementia expression. If he opened the window on the second floor, Han Xuan could touch it, which showed how thick the snow was.

Ignoring this happy and crazy dog, Han Xuan felt that he was not full yet, so he lay in the quilt again, probably because he went to bed to make a fuss. At this moment, Anya woke up, her eyes blinked and half-opened and half-slept. After a while, she said, "Good morning, Han."

Merry Christmas ~

Why do I seem to hear your dad laughing when they say something outside?"

"It's okay, Xue buried half of my house."

Han Xuan kissed her forehead and continued, "So too, Merry Christmas. I will give you a gift when you have Christmas Eve supper at night."

Anya was even more confused when she heard this. She couldn't think of why Dad Han was happy. However, her thoughts were unclear in the morning and she was too lazy to think too much. She replied with a smile on her face and said, "Thank you, I've prepared a gift for you too.

She got into Han Xuan's arms and was about to lie down for a while. Even if she woke up too early in this winter, she would have nothing to do, it was just a holiday.

Unfortunately, Han Xuan's mother knocked on the door outside and shouted that she had made breakfast by herself and asked them to get up, wash up, go downstairs to eat.

As a mother always feels that after she prepares the food, the child should eat it while it is hot. While taking it for granted, she never thought about whether she really wants to eat it.

Han Xuan didn't want to eat now, so he answered in response and continued to lie on the bed. More than ten minutes later, my mother's voice appeared outside the door again. It seemed that she couldn't sleep in. When he got up and went to the bathroom to solve his physiological problems, Anya also got up.

Finally, she saw what the so-called heavy snow looked like. She stood by the window and turned around, wearing a brown bear pajamas with a tail, and asked in surprise: "Why is the snow in the distance not thick, only so much at your door?"

"Maybe it was because there was no tree blocking, and the wind brought the snowflakes to my house and then piled up. Usually, the snow at the door was thicker than other places, so there was a problem with the angle of construction."

After Han Xuan finished speaking, he fell asleep, too lazy to tidy up his hair, opened the door and walked out.

As soon as I left the house, I suddenly thought of something, turned back into the house again, brought my laptop with me, and planned to check out the voting results on the ranking of the top ten consortiums...

Last night, Mr. Han was in charge of negotiations with Chairman McCain, and his handling of this matter has already come to an end.

The Han family promised to keep the secret, while they were responsible for helping solve the layoffs in the acquisition of two express delivery companies. As for other small conditions, it was not a difficult problem.

The current Senate Speaker Chairman McCain has tried to make Mr. Han hand over the documents. It was mentioned many times during the conversation, but it was resolved by the old man. Chairman McCain is quite frustrated. He is not so stupid that he threatens with his rights. The old man is unwilling to give it to him. McCain has no choice but to get the guarantee of not being exposed.

Mr. Travolta's children, McCain, promised to send them to Russia, which has no extradition treaty with the United States. If he really thought Travolta was also in Russia, it would be wrong. Mr. Han came forward and as long as he was willing to help, there would always be a way to make their family "evaporate".

He has already gained great benefits, and the old man doesn't mind helping him. After Chairman McCain left last night, Han Xuan discussed with the old man and decided to send him to the Maldives Islands for the time being, so that his territory can be taken care of.

If nothing unexpected happens, the two giant companies, Fed Express and US Post, have won it. The layoffs cannot be said to make Chairman McCain embarrassed. After all, these two state-owned enterprises have suffered long-term losses and have no good reason to solve them. Now they can finally get rid of this burden.

The old man was very proud of this. Last night, he told Han Xuan that he was not even sure about the contents of the document and was able to use it to seek benefits for himself. He and his grandfather Guo Muzhou have different personalities, and the old man has a bigger business, which shows that the means are more suitable for the mall. Han Xuan is no longer worried about the troubles that the document may bring.

While sitting at the dining table, Han Xuanshen sighed. It was this bowl of porridge that made him sleep in. He handed the computer to Secretary Dawson and said to him: "Merry Christmas, connect to the Internet and check if I posted a vote on Weibo yesterday to see which one we ranked."

"Okay, Merry Christmas, little boss..."

Today is December 24, 1999, and the entire millennium is about to end. For people today, this year's Christmas season is very meaningful and is very precious until the new year comes.

Grandpa is calling to deal with the release of the movie. Grandpa Han Xuan is also calling to arrange a duty schedule for the SOS Group headquarters during the holidays. Grandma has arrived and brought a few new clothes for Anya to try on. Han Xuan is still leisurely, not to mention Han Qianshan. The father and son bow their heads to drink porridge.

The house was rarely so lively. Winnie and the others ran outside, and it was still snowing. However, such thick snow was quite rare. Little Barry was sleeping heavily. Fatty Ding was covered in black charcoal and was lying in a wooden basin to enjoy Olivia's massage. The basin was full of foam and it sneezes.

The window was blocked by snow, and the bodyguards were cleaning outside. They had to leave a road, otherwise they would not be able to go out. I don’t know what they were talking about, but Owen laughed in.

Picking up a duck egg from the plate, Han Xuan held it up and asked his mother, "Is it salty? Is it pickled?"

"Yes, in autumn, there are duck eggs in the grass by the lake, so I picked up some before it snows. How do you taste it?"

Han Xuan's mother replied that when she was a child, she often went to Chinatown and was not unfamiliar with these foods. She just washed them and soaked them in salt water. One day, she suddenly wanted to eat them and started making some.

Seeing his son pushing away the duck eggs, Mr. Han couldn't help laughing. He had tasted it and was too salty to eat, but he didn't mean to remind Han Xuan that he had to be with him for his luck.
Chapter completed!