After the meal, Uncle and his family went back home.
Before leaving, Uncle's family stuffed quite a few more red envelopes into Zhao Xiaoxiao's and Xiao Luoyu's hands.
After all, it was rare for everyone to gather more than a few times a year, and it was perfectly normal for the elders to give Jiang Siming's daughters red envelopes.
Besides, Uncle's family had benefited greatly from Jiang Siming's kindness. The three older sisters and their husbands had all received Jiang Siming's care and assistance with their jobs.
Previously, Uncle's three daughters and their husbands had been doing terribly. But now, each of them earned several million a year, ran a small business, and lived comfortable, worry-free lives.
A few million was actually nothing compared to what Jiang Siming's brothers-in-law had.
By rights, as the brothers-in-law of the World's Richest Man, they should at least have been earning tens of billions a year.
But one had to understand that Jiang Siming's three brothers-in-law had neither much education nor much ability.
Could they really have managed companies worth hundreds of billions?
It was like asking a high school student to become a university professor. They simply weren't cut out for it. Forcing them to teach would only make a fool of them.
Rather than letting them go bankrupt and lose money, it was better to let them run small businesses, live comfortable, worry-free lives, manage things themselves, and enjoy a sense of accomplishment, wasn't it?
Seeing them give Xiao Luoyu and Xiaoxiao red envelopes, Jiang Siming had originally wanted to return the gesture by giving some to his nieces and nephews.
But his three brothers-in-law hurriedly declined, refusing no matter what.
They only wanted to slowly express their gratitude in this way. How could they accept a return gift as well? They