Han Lie spoke elegantly and politely, pleasing everyone.
As for the source of the gifts...
Han Lie's hotel couldn't fit all these gadgets.
He didn't spend a dime, but giving them as small gifts made him look impressive, and every neighbor was delighted.
At dinner, the elder and younger relatives all gathered—uncles, aunts, cousins, and talked about the family's transformations.
The biggest change wasn't in the immediate earnings, but in the respect and esteem received everywhere.
Du Qingqing was promoted, Uncle isn't stingy anymore, and Little Uncle has gotten serious...
The whole family was amazingly harmonious.
"Little Lie, Uncle toasts you with this drink, thanking you for your contribution to the family!"
Ma Honglian grinned widely and elbowed Han Yong: "Old Han, join in the toast, why should an elder toast the young alone?"
"Oh, oh!"
Han Yong raised his glass and, under everyone's gaze, managed to say four words: "Down it, hehe..."
Ah, still the same dear father!
