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New Year's Eve.

"Put the Spring Festival couplets up here." Roland directed a group of children as they decorated the church. "Stick a Fu character on Teacher Miriel's shell."

"The two slaughtered cows have arrived. Should we butcher them now?"

"Have Ben do it. He knows how to take people apart, so he should know how to take cows apart too."

"We've bought all the fireworks. Mr. Zhao in Chinatown said we bought so many that they'll have to set off rocket launchers tonight."

"Not my problem. I've got a lot of kids here."

"Boss, we bought the red envelopes. There are a thousand in this box."

"...When did I say to buy red envelopes?" Roland's heart skipped a beat.

"It's really lively here." Clark walked in with Lois behind him. The two still barely spoke to each other.

"Well, it's New Year's. Of course it should be lively." Roland nodded. "You came too, Lois?"

"I heard there might be a big story here," Lois said. "I'm working overtime, hoping to get a scoop."

Kara took a red envelope from a nearby cardboard box, planning to give it to Clark later.

"Boss, where should I put the Christmas tree?" Astra dragged a pine tree in from outside.

"...Nothing about our New Year's celebration calls for a Christmas tree."

"What about Christmas presents?" Astra's heart tightened.

"We Easterners are more reserved. We generally just give money," Roland said.

"...I think you might have misunderstood what 'reserved' means."

"Ah, Chinese culture is vast and profound. You wouldn't understand."

"You could try a different line next time you want to fool someone." Bruce and Selene walked in with Tim and Annie.

"Bruce?" Roland's eyes lit up. "Did you forget to buy red envelopes? Honestly, what am I going to do with you? Luckily,