Richest Man: I really don’t want to make money

Chen Mo paused while eating. He had thought about facing such a thing when he returned home, but he had never expected that he would face it not long after he got home, and even before he finished his meal.

"Not yet. I've been busy with year-end work recently, so I haven't paid much attention to this aspect."

"Hurry up. You can't let work delay your lifelong event. Contact some clerks in the company."

Yang Xiulian instructed.

"I know, Mom, I will pay attention, but this can't be forced, right?"

Chen Mo nodded and didn't refute.

He knew that if he opposed it, it would only lead to stronger urging for marriage.

"Good to know!"

.........

After a while,

the meal was quickly finished.

Today's meal was nearly one bowl more than usual.

In terms of taste and flavor, the food made by his parents is not as good as the canteen tomorrow.

But he eats the food made by his parents, which is delicious.

This is probably the taste of home.

"You must be tired after driving all the way. The rooms are ready for rest. You can go in and have a nap. I'll make dumplings for you tonight."

Mother said.

Chen Mo walked into his room and found that the sheets and quilt covers had been replaced with new ones.

After driving all the way, he was indeed a little sleepy.

So he lay on the bed and slept for a while.

When he got up at night,

he ate the dumplings made by his parents and accidentally ate too much again.

The next day,

it was the Little New Year,

and the family made more dishes.

Time passed day by day.

Eating, sleeping, playing with mobile phones, playing with computers, and occasionally going out for a walk.

This is basically his daily life.

He doesn't have to worry about the company's losses or deal with some company affairs. This kind of life is still very comfortable.

It would be better if his mother didn't urge him to get married from time to time.

He went out to look at a house once in the past two days, but it was close to the end of the year and the sales office was also closed.

Buying a house can only wait until after the New Year.

The sound of firecrackers rang from time to time. Chen Mo got up and walked to the window and found that white snow had begun to fall outside.

It's snowing!

This is not the first snowfall. It happened once a while ago. However, the snow was very small. When it fell to the ground, it was basically gone after the wind blew. There was no trace of snow.

But this time, it seemed to be very large.

Heavy snow like goose feathers, um... a bit exaggerated.

One-fifth of heavy snow like goose feathers, um... this is very appropriate.

Chen Mo suddenly remembered a poem.

Goose~ Goose~ Goose~

Curved neck...

"It's time to eat!"

The voice was no longer as gentle as when he just came home, and even more urgent.

Dong!

The door was knocked.

"Oh, I see."

Disturbed by his poetic nature, Chen Mo turned and walked out of the bedroom.

The food in the living room was ready and neatly placed on the dining table.

"You just stay in the house all day long, and don't know how to go out for a walk."

The mother looked at Chen Mo and said.

"It's snowing!"

Chen Mo responded and sat down at the dining table.

"It's snowing, we can go build a snowman. There are many couples building snowmen together in the video."

"Mom, you said you are a couple."

"Then why don't you hurry up and find one? Do you like any of the girls I showed you?"

"Mom, it's Chinese New Year, and tomorrow is New Year's Eve. Even if I like someone, I can't go to her."

"That's right, let's talk about it after the Chinese New Year. Let's eat first."

Chen Mo smiled, and finally dealt with the urging for marriage today.

After eating a few mouthfuls of food, he thought about the conversation just now.

He looked up at his father who had not spoken, and then looked at his mother.

"Mom, have you ever built a snowman with my dad?"

There was silence.

After a while,

the mother glared at his father and then urged him.

"Eat your meal."

The meal ended quickly.

Chen Mo walked back to the room, opened his notebook, and went straight into the game.

It wasn't long before,

he heard a voice urging him from outside.

"Hurry up, it will be found soon."

"Why are you in such a hurry? Where did you put the shovel?"

"Not in the corner?"

"No, I can't find it."

"Then don't look for it. I'll borrow one from the neighbor downstairs later."

"......"

What are you doing!

Chen Mo was puzzled, but he didn't think much about it. He sat back in front of the computer and started playing games.

Soon,

another day passed, and it was New Year's Eve.

The sound of firecrackers outside started early in the morning.

My father also went outside to set off firecrackers and ran back. Well... he didn't go when he was asked to go.

In the kitchen,

my mother began to prepare the dishes needed for the New Year today.

The New Year atmosphere was getting stronger and stronger.

Chen Mo looked at it and went forward to help.

"You can't do this... this is already done... you should go and have a rest."

After some disdain,

Chen Mo returned to his room again.

At noon,

the reunion dinner was ready.

The family sat at the table, looking at the large table of food, and no one picked up their chopsticks for a while.

"This fried meatball is good, try it."

"Yeah."

Chen Mo picked up the fried meatballs, which were crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. They were really delicious.

Then,

he ate some other dishes.

Then...he was full.

Judging from the way his parents looked at him, they were obviously almost done.

The meal, which took about half a day to make, was eaten in less than 20 minutes.

"Eat more, the meat hasn't been touched yet, and there's a big bone there."

The mother pointed at the dish and said.

Chen Mo took a look and shook his head.

His father picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of green vegetable and took a bite.

After the reunion dinner,

there was a busy cleanup.

It was getting dark,

it was already night, and after tonight, it would be New Year's Day.

Chen Mo sat in the living room, watching the New Year's Eve party.

His parents set up a square table on the side and started making dumplings.

The party was meaningless, so they just listened to the sound.

Chen Mo leaned on the sofa, picked up his phone and entered the company group, and then sent a lucky red envelope of 200 yuan for 20 dumplings.

Not long after,

the phone vibrated, and there was a message coming in.

Chen Mo opened the message and took a look.

Wei Yan: Happy New Year, Mr. Chen. I wish: Mr. Chen all his wishes come true, his family is harmonious, and Tomorrow Group will be forever prosperous!!!

Transfer: 20,000

Li Shen: Happy New Year, Mr. Chen. I wish: Mr. Chen's career will take off and create more glory.

Transfer: 20,000

Shen Rou: Happy New Year, Mr. Chen. I wish: Mr. Chen good health, peace and success, and all the best.

Transfer: 20,000

Yang Dahai:.........

...........

Hey,

has the transfer amount increased?

Chen Mo looked at the transfer amount of 20,000, was stunned for a moment, and then smiled faintly.

These guys still have a little conscience.

Then he started to check the number of people who transferred money.

19.....20......26.

A total of 26 transfers.

Each person's transfer amount is 20,000 yuan.

So this time,

he received 520,000 yuan.

So his personal assets have reached 2.73 million.

Well!

It is almost breaking through 3 million.

This life is getting better and better. It seems that my luck has changed.

Chen Mo couldn't help but smile. According to this fortune, he should be able to settle the full amount this time.

After all, both the current financial situation and the current metaphysics are in his favor.

"Son, the dumplings are already wrapped and put into the pot. I wonder if you can eat coins this year."

The mother came out of the kitchen.