On this New Year's Eve.

Netizens are complaining about the Spring Festival Gala, complaining that the red envelopes they shovel are not enough to waste traffic.

In the operation group of Xiaopo Station, there was a group of people discussing it enthusiastically.

“How is the New Year’s greetings?”

"Good news, the number of people online has exceeded one million!"

"The big boss should be secretly watching. We must continue to work hard and not disappoint the big boss!"

"It's a pity that I don't know what the big boss' XP is, otherwise we can arrange more materials in that aspect."

"Of course it's white silk, white silk can't be wrong."

"You heretic, black silk is the absolute justice."

"Is it possible? It's just a guess, not necessarily right. The big boss wants it all?"

...

This is a happy day for the whole family.

Everyone who was wandering outside returned home one after another, and the whole family gathered together to welcome the arrival of the new year.

People made an appointment not to beat and scold children on this day.

But Yu Xixi's family is quite different.

She handed over the 50,000 yuan she earned from working a year to her parents, then lowered her head and sat on the other side of the sofa.

After counting the money, my mother asked angrily:

"Didn't you say your monthly salary is more than 10,000?"

"Why only get 50,000 back?"

"Where did the rest of the money be spent?"

"Your brother is going to get married next year and hasn't bought a house yet."

"As the eldest sister, can't you think about your brother more?"

"What's the use of your elder sister?"

"What's the point of giving birth to you?"

...

Yu Xixi shrank his head and was silently bearing the anger of his mother.

She didn't say how expensive the rent in Yangcheng was.

I didn't say that I haven't bought new clothes for a long time.

I didn't say that I had a serious illness and spent a lot of money.

Because she suddenly knew that no matter how much money she paid or how many reasons she had, she would be scolded.

The seventh program of the Spring Festival Gala is playing on the TV, the song sung by Wang Zhengliang: "Where has the Time Goed"

New buds grow in old trees in front of the door

The dead trees bloom again in the yard

Half-survived a lot

Hidden in white hair

The little feet in memory

A chubby little mouth

Give him love for life

Just for that word of parents

Where has the time gone

Get old before you feel it well

Have a baby for a lifetime

My mind is full of children crying and laughing

...

This song is now singing and crying for thousands of families.

But Yu Xixi could not hear anything, because the singing on the TV was completely covered up by her mother's scolding.

Finally, she couldn't stand it, so she got up and walked back to the room, locking her mother's scolding outside the door.

Sitting alone on the bed, holding his head and crying silently.

After a while, she raised her head and wiped away her tears.

She took out her cell phone and opened the APP of Xiaopo Station.

There is also a small Spring Festival Gala here, but not many people watched it.

There is no family fun here.

It doesn't have much value either.

There is no praise or touching.

There are only a group of strange people here.

Doing something weird.

But this is a small world that belongs to her.

There must always be a place to tolerate children and older children like her.

...

...

Luo Xiu accompanied his family to watch the Spring Festival Gala.

I have watched the show in it once before he was reborn, and I am watching it again now, and it has no meaning.

He knew the reversal of the sketch and the ending, and the funny points seemed to him to be outdated.

But he still watched with his parents very seriously.

Because over the past year, he didn't have much such time to be with his parents.

At 12 o'clock in the evening, with the final countdown, Xiaocaiqi finally stopped.

Luo Xiu stood up and hugged his parents one by one, wishing them a happy New Year and letting them have a early rest.

Then he took Guan Shiyu's hand to the balcony and watched the night outside.

This year, the fireworks display in Yangcheng Spring Festival has been completely stopped, and residents are also prohibited from setting off firecrackers.

The city was very quiet at this time, without the gorgeous fireworks or the strong smell of firecrackers.

But none of these matters, what matters is who you are with at this moment.

Guan Shiyu snuggled in his arms, raised her cute little face and asked, "What is your New Year's wish?"

"Am I?" Luo Xiu said with a smile, "I have too many wishes."

"Then let's say something simple and easy to achieve."

"Simple? I think about it, then be the richest man, this is simple enough."

"This is not simple at all, okay?" Guan Shiyu asked him with a smile, "Why do you want to become the richest man?"

"This...is a bit ashamed to say it."

"Tell me quickly, I just want to hear shame." Guan Shiyu suddenly became excited.

"Then, I'll just tell you."

Luo Xiu climbed on the railing of the balcony, "I want to do an experiment to see if I can build a fairer business environment."

“Do you think the current business environment is unfair?”

"The merchant sells products costing 100 yuan on the platform for 200 yuan and gets a 100 yuan difference. The gross profit of this 100 yuan is to hand over 95 yuan to the platform, and only earn 5 yuan in net profit. Is it fair?

?”

"We Pinru's products do not have that low net profit, right? We can do at least 20%.

"Our profit is of course ideal, but more merchants are just working for the platform, and even worked hard for a year, and they still have to lose a lot of promotion fees to the platform."

What Luo Xiu said has not even happened.

In another two or three years.

Farmers who work hard to grow crops do not make money.
To be continued...