Seeing this joyful atmosphere, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but smile and shake his head.
Soon, Jiang Cheng clicked to send the red envelopes.
Jiang Cheng checked the red envelopes; the maximum limit for a corporate red envelope was 300,000.
Jiang Cheng directly entered 300,000, then set the number of people to claim them based on the group size.
After sending them, with each red envelope being 300,000 and 2,000 people in the group...
...even if split equally, each person would get 150 yuan.
After that, Jiang Cheng continued to send more red envelopes.
He only stopped after sending ten red envelopes in a row.
In other words, Jiang Cheng had directly sent out 3 million in red envelopes.
Once the red envelopes were sent, Jiang Cheng truly felt how fast the hand speed of all the girls in the company was.
A series of automatic replies for claiming the red envelopes surged like a tide.
'Thank you, hubby, love you, mwah...'
'Three million in red envelopes! President Jiang, do you mind if a guy calls you hubby? If you do, I can be a girl too...'
What was even more incredible was a girl whose automatic reply was a voice message; clicking it revealed a rehearsed, coquettish tone: "I didn't mean to copy Sister Zhao's way of speaking on purpose~"
Jiang Cheng didn't stay too long; after wishing everyone a Happy New Year's Eve, he exited.
He saw that Yu Xiaoxiao had sent him a voice message.
Jiang Cheng clicked the play button and then picked up his phone.
He held it to his ear, preparing to listen to Xiaoxiao's voice.
However, the moment he put the phone to his ear...
...something unexpected happened.
The WeChat voice message suddenly switched to speaker mode.
This sudden turn of events caught Jiang Cheng off guard.
I don't know if you've ever experienced that awkward scenario in public where your WeChat voice message suddenly plays through the speaker.
Anyway, Jiang Cheng had only ever seen this kind of situation in jokes before.
But today, it was actually happening to him in real life.
Usually, when we put the phone to our ear, it automatically switches to earpiece mode to protect privacy and avoid disturbing others.
However, inexplicably, even though Jiang Cheng had already put the phone to his ear, the first half of Xiaoxiao's voice message still played through the speaker.
"darling, Happy New Year's Eve, I miss you so much..."
This sudden sound seemed exceptionally jarring in this cheerful environment.
At the moment the sound came from the phone...
...Grandpa, Second Grandpa, and his own mom and dad—all four of them simultaneously fixed their gazes on Jiang Cheng.
Feeling several distinct gazes...
...Jiang Cheng was embarrassed yet remained composed.
Thinking that they probably already knew the situation anyway...
...Jiang Cheng gave a natural smile and met their eyes.
He saw a hint of joy and expectation in Grandpa and Second Grandpa's eyes.
Meanwhile, his mom and dad looked him up and down in perfect synchronization.
Their expressions were a mix of wanting to say something but holding back, along with a sense of relief that "the pig in our family has finally learned how to root for cabbages."
Jiang Cheng silently lowered his phone, pretending as if nothing had happened.
Anyway, they must know at least a little bit about his whereabouts.
He lowered his head and silently replied to Xiaoxiao's message.
After replying to a few more messages, Jiang Cheng saw a voice message from Lin Qingxue.
After silently setting wechat to earpiece mode, Jiang Cheng finally clicked to listen.
After ensuring everything was foolproof, he began his normal reply routine.
Just as Jiang Cheng began to relax...
...the same thing that happened with Xiaoxiao's voice message started to happen with Lin Qingxue's.
He didn't expect it to happen again this time.
"Hubby, Happy New Year's Eve~~"
Originally, the four people present were silent, just quietly observing Jiang Cheng's situation.
However, when they heard the voice coming from Jiang Cheng's phone, the expressions of all four people instantly became a bit subtle.
Holy crap, if it weren't for the fact that they were here...
...Jiang Cheng would have wanted to smash this crappy iPhone to pieces.
Yu Xiaoxiao and Lin Qingxue's voices were very different.
As long as one's hearing wasn't impaired, anyone could tell they were the voices of two different women.
Jiang Cheng's fingers froze in mid-air, the air thick with the "scorched smell" of a massive social death scene.
At this moment, he desperately wished he were an old, broken television set that could perform a static screen on the spot to escape reality.
He saw his Grandpa reach up to push the black-rimmed glasses on his face.
He leaned over and whispered to Second Grandpa next to him, "This grandson of mine is really a match for how you were when you were young!"
Hearing this, Second Grandpa smiled gleefully: "Big brother, same to you. Young people, their lives are just so rich."
Only the two grandfathers dared to joke like this; under his mother's gaze, his father didn't dare show even a hint of envy on his face.
Sitting to the side, his mother was the first to tease: "No wonder you always decline when I set you up on blind dates. Looking at this, I might need to prepare an Excel spreadsheet in advance."
"Hehe, this phone..." Jiang Cheng chuckled dryly and poked the screen, "Lately it's been automatically jumping to an audiobook called 'As a Philanthropic Tycoon, It's Reasonable for Me to Be a Scumbag'..."
Li Yan gave Jiang Cheng a "yeah, right, like I'd believe you" look.
She didn't expose him, though. She silently turned her head back to watch the Spring Festival Gala.
Seeing a dance performance on screen, Li Yan pointed to a girl in the middle smiling at the camera and said, "This girl is quite good-looking."
Jiang Jianmin Seeing this, he echoed.: "Her dancing posture has a bit of your shadow from back then."
Hearing this, Jiang Cheng took a look; the camera flashed by, only giving a few seconds of footage.
But Jiang Cheng recognized her at a glance; the girl his parents were talking about was clearly Jiang Churan.
Jiang Cheng's fingers skillfully found Jiang Churan's name in his contacts and clicked into the chat interface.
"Baby, I've been waiting in front of the TV for so long, and I finally saw you! You danced so beautifully."
In reality, Jiang Cheng knew very well that although he knew Jiang Churan had a dance performance...
...he didn't actually have the intention of specifically waiting in front of the TV to watch it.
After all, the Spring Festival Gala lasts for several hours.
And from the current camera shots, the dance consisted entirely of wide shots of various dancers moving in unison.
For an amateur, getting those few seconds of screen time for Jiang Churan was already quite an achievement.
Trying to accurately find Jiang Churan's shot among so many programs was truly difficult.
Furthermore, Jiang Churan had never mentioned to him that she wanted him to watch her performance.
But now, the situation was different.
Since he happened to see Jiang Churan's performance just like that...
...as a good man, how could he miss such a perfect opportunity?
Naturally, he had to seize the chance to message her.
To make Jiang Churan even more convinced that he was truly watching her performance...
...Jiang Cheng even went as far as to take a photo of the TV screen.
He sent it along to Jiang Churan.
This way, she would clearly see the scene he was watching and feel his thoughtfulness.
Laying a solid foundation for the future scene where he would make Jiang Churan "explode" with popularity.