Please Don't Stay Up Late

"Xiao Qiang, stop watching TV and go to bed. No staying up late."

"Where's my grandpa? He said he'd bring me some wedding candy when he came back."

"Your grandpa... is staying up late."

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At Room 502, Building 7, Unit 1 of Hongrong Garden in Jizhou, the living room floor was covered with sheets of red paper. A group of old men were busily writing with brushes.

Book after book, the old men's eyes were going blurry, yet there was still a tall stack on the floor.

At that moment, Journey to the West was being rebroadcast on TV. The governor of Fengxian Prefecture had offended the Jade Emperor, resulting in years of drought. Wukong went up to find the Jade Emperor and saw the Chicken-Pecking-Rice Mountain, the Dog-Licking-Flour Mountain, and the Fire-Burning-Iron-Lock.

The Clan Elders had to stop every so often while writing, take a sip of tea, and glance at the TV. Then they would look at the remaining mountain of invitations and could not help breaking into a cold sweat.

One Clan Elder usually liked slipping a few traditional characters into his handwriting to make himself look cultured. This time, however, he had been forced to correct them again and again.

Simplified Chinese really was an invention that had saved countless lives.

Jiang Zhenghong stayed beside them, pouring water, lighting cigarettes, and quickly adding more invitations whenever the stack on the table was nearly finished.

Qin's Real Estate had countless business partners, while Group Buying Supply Chain had even more. The strategic partners in Linchuan alone were simply too numerous to count.

Businesspeople tended to care about appearances, so the invitations had to be delivered.

Besides, they especially liked handwritten invitations. It made them feel valued. It was just like when Jiang Qin had bought Zhuang