Mass-sent greetings had no sincerity at all. They were always just one sentence, forwarded to everyone.
People who truly cared about you would never send you messages like that. They would message you privately and send you their blessings.
Fortunately, Jiang Siming had no such friends. Everyone who messaged him did so privately.
Of course, that was also related to Jiang the Richest Man's current status.
But even in the past, he would never have read those mass-sent messages. If you didn't want to go to the trouble, you could simply not send anything. But mass-sending a message only made you seem even more uncaring toward the other person.
So I advise everyone: don't mass-send messages. Not only would you fail to receive anyone's thanks, you might even be looked down upon.
Ding~
WeChat rang again.
Jiang Siming took a look. It was a message from Richest Wang. The Two Mas had already sent him WeChat messages earlier, and their wording had been very polite.
Only Richest Wang sounded genuinely warm.
"Xiao Jiang, your uncle wishes you a happy New Year. When are you coming to Beijing to eat at our place again? Your aunt often talks about you now, saying you're amazing. Your Fuxi products have practically turned her into their spokesperson, hahaha."
Jiang Siming pressed and held the voice-message button on WeChat and replied with a smile, "Uncle Wang, ask Auntie if she's willing. If she is, I'll really pay to hire her as a spokesperson. She's so beautiful and youthful—the belle of Beijing. I'd love to have her promote my products."
Not long after he sent it, a reply came back. But it wasn't from Richest Wang. It was from Principal Wang's mother.
"Xiao Jiang, you're really good with words. Your aunt really was a golden flower