Once December was over, it was the New Year.
This year's New Year was very lively—at least around Lin Qi. Or at least in Bu Peien.
People were holding parties and indulging themselves everywhere. On the streets, groups of people could also be seen dressed in festive New Year clothing, their faces flushed as they drank grape juice.
The Contraband Bureau of Investigation had only been established recently, yet it already had a certain reputation and influence throughout the Federation. At this time, it seemed to have tacitly approved of people's indulgence.
At least they hadn't come out to stir up trouble and ruin everyone's festive mood!
If there was one thing people weren't satisfied with about the arrival of the new year, being unable to drink their fill was probably their only regret! People had already begun adapting to the higher tax rates, while the government had also arranged some relief measures. They weren't complaining nearly as much as they had at the beginning.
Every week, people could collect wheat kernels, canned soybeans, sauces, butter, and the like in kraft-paper packaging from relief stations.
It wasn't much, but at least it showed an attitude.
The weather was especially cold in the new year.
Lin Qi had just finished his exercise. He lay in bed, watching television and smoking.
He had originally had a few social engagements. After all, it was the new year. But he didn't want to attend a single one of them. Their lack of importance was one reason.
He had arranged for other people from the company to attend and hid at home himself.
Penny had already been there for several days. Ever since Lin Qi's birthday ended, she seemed to have completely let go of certain unrealistic ideas.
Sometimes people were just like that. Thinking