Shenhao System: I am serious about spending money

After the annual meeting, the company officially started its holiday.

Except Hua Zhun and Yan Xiuzhu.

When Hua Zhun learned that An Jing was going to give most of the company's shares to Yan Xiuzhu, he was like Bigan who advised King Zhou, and he tried to persuade her for a long time with all his heart.

"Boss, although I know Xiaoyan is good, you can't just give away the company's shares like this!"

An Jing didn't understand: "Is there any problem if I give him shares?"

The problem is that there is nothing, but Hua Zhun just feels that An Jing has the potential to be a tyrant.

"This is not a matter of whether there are any problems or not. What if you two have a falling out one day? He has more shares than you. If he gets unhappy then..." If you cut his salary, who can he complain to?

An Jing waved her hand, confirming the rumors about the incompetent emperor: "No need to say more, it's settled. You discuss with Xiao Yan how to implement his talent plan."

Hua Zhun sighed, accepted his fate, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

In this way, Xiaoyan will be there to support the company even if the sky falls, and the company will at least not be in danger of bankruptcy by the boss for the time being.

It was not until the day An Jing left for the capital that Yan Xiuzhu let Hua Zhun go and gave him the opportunity to return to his hometown for a blind date.

Yan Xiuzhu sent An Jing and Zhang Dilai to the airport.

"Sister, take good care of your sister."

Zhang Dilai nodded: "Brother Xiaoyan, how about you go to the capital with us?"

Yan Xiuzhu: "No, I have to go back to accompany my parents. It's colder there than here, ask your sister to wear more clothes."

An Jing couldn't help but leaned over and said, "Hey, I'm right here, why don't you just tell me directly?"

"If I tell you directly, will you listen?"

An Jing wrinkled her nose, snorted, and was about to retort, but she became speechless the moment she opened her mouth.

Yan Xiuzhu took off his gloves, touched her head briefly, and said with a slight smile: "Go in, it's cold, I'm going back."

The tall figure disappeared in the fog.

An Jing sat in front of the window, looking out without saying a word, her eyes sometimes angry and sometimes ferocious——

You can’t touch the head of the Pixiu!

How dare you touch her head!

Be sure to chop off his claws!

Not a single one left!

It was Zhang Di's first time to fly on such a high-end private jet. The usually calm and self-contained child finally revealed her childish nature. She looked around curiously, and only after returning to her seat did she notice that something was wrong with An Jing.

"Sister, what's wrong with you? Why is your face red? Are you hot?"

An Jing gritted her teeth: "I was just angry!"

Zhang Dilai: "What's wrong?"

An Jing said angrily: "He touched my head!"

"Oh... Brother Xiaoyan! Are you shy?"

An Jing's anger was extinguished instantly.

An Jing was speechless.

She endured it again and again before she said, "Have you been infected by Hua Zhun? What's going on in your mind day after day?"

At ten o'clock in the morning, the plane landed at Capital International Airport.

As the most influential entrepreneur of the year, An Jing was invited to watch the Spring Festival Gala in person. She wanted to refuse, but was strongly persuaded by everyone in the company that this was a great opportunity to establish the company's image and she must attend.

Zhang Dilai had never been to the capital before, and it was not convenient to leave her alone at home during the New Year, so she came with An Jing.

The weather in the capital is slightly better today than in City A. It snowed heavily last night. Looking around, everything is white, and the scenery is intoxicating.

"It's still early, let's go shopping first." An Jing covered her scarf and said, "I heard that the schools in the capital are the best. You can also apply to come here when the time comes. Is there a school you want to go to? Let's go look at houses nearby and buy you one as a backup."

Zhang Di had never seen such heavy snow before, and all she could think about was having a snowball fight. She didn't hear An Jing's words clearly, and nodded perfunctorily, "Okay."

An Jing turned her head and looked at her. An idea suddenly came to her mind. She suddenly leaned over, grabbed a handful of snowballs and threw it to her.

Zhang Dilai was ambushed and was stunned for a moment, but she quickly reacted and started to fight back.

Soon, even the bodyguards who were following were forcibly divided into two groups and joined in the snowball fight.

As they played and joked, smiles adorned their faces and etched themselves into each other's memories.

On that day, the two of them strolled around the streets of the capital together, took photos and checked in at the school that Zhang Dilai longed to go to. When the time came, the younger sister went to the hotel to watch the Spring Festival Gala by herself, while An Jing attended the Spring Festival Gala.

As the early morning bells rang and the whole country was celebrating, a certain value on the software quietly jumped over the last threshold and reached 100.

Maybe she was too tired today. After the party ended in the second half of the night, An Jing was so sleepy that her eyelids drooped on the way back to the hotel. She finally managed to get back to the hotel, but just as she reached the bed, she fell straight down.

In the boundless world of void, An Jing has restored her original image, wearing a long dress with red-gold glow, a golden star crown on her head, and her ink-like long hair tied up high. Even when she is sleeping, she can't hide her heroic appearance.

An old man with white hair and white beard walked out of the endless space, took a step and flashed, and soon appeared beside An Jing.

The old man lowered his head to look at An Jing, his brows slightly frowned, as if he was somewhat dissatisfied. He waved his sleeves lightly, and the next moment, a small Pixiu half the height of a person appeared under his feet.

The little Pixiu has red round hair all over its body, with symmetrical goose yellow between its eyebrows and eyes, snow-white from under the nose to the neck, and a small patch of black hair on the soles of its limbs, covering its pink pads.

The old man stretched out his right hand, and a long feather appeared out of thin air. He squatted down and placed the feather on the nose of the little Pixiu.

"Chengjun, wake up."