The twenty-ninth of the Chinese New Year quickly passed, and soon it was New Year's Eve. In all the Celestial Fortune groups, people were sending red envelopes.
Looking at it, Qin Yun had also sent out several big red envelopes.
"President Qin is so generous!"
"President Qin, mwah!"
After sending out a few red envelopes, the entire group became more lively.
After the New Year's Eve dinner, Qin Yun kept receiving New Year greetings, and he also chose some people to greet.
It wasn't until midnight that Qin Yun got up and opened the door.
As if by prior arrangement, at the stroke of the hour, bursts of light shot into the sky.
Beams of light in the air, at first glance, looked like a soaring dragon.
"Unconsciously, a year has passed." Qin Yun thought silently to himself.
Last year, Qin Guodong entrusted him with the task of opening the door at midnight on New Year's Eve; this was his second time doing it.
Recalling last year's scene, Qin Yun still remembered it vividly.
