Inside the Ice Prefecture company.
Festive decorations were everywhere.
Celebratory lanterns hung at the company entrance, and firecrackers that had yet to be lit filled the main road.
Employees gathered in groups of three or five, exchanging well wishes.
Everyone glanced toward the top floor from time to time. Once the executives finished their meeting, their happiest moment would arrive.
Red envelopes.
Both Little White Tiger and Old Ninth treated their own people incredibly well.
So the employees' red envelopes certainly wouldn't be small.
"I heard President Fang made tens of millions on Fei Island."
"More than that. I heard the mines and reconstruction projects President Fang managed made at least a hundred million this year."
"We're rich... We'll have a prosperous New Year."
Even in the depths of winter, the employees felt no cold. Their hearts were warm.
"I wonder how much Eighth Master and Ninth Master will give us this year."
A new Ice Prefecture employee kept rubbing his hands against his trouser legs in excitement.
"It won't be little. Eighth Master's incredibly generous. Last year, everyone at our Chun Prefecture company got five thousand. Ninth Master personally borrowed money from the Ji Family to give everyone red envelopes."
"They made money this year, so they'll definitely give us more."
In the top-floor conference room.
At the enormous round table.
Little White Tiger sat at the head.
Old Ninth sat to his right, and Xiao Yuan to his left.
Overlord, Fang Mu, Ji Min, Thirteen, Hi Dog, False Eye, and Third Uncle were all seated.
Fang Mu glanced at Xiao Yuan, who nodded for him to begin.
Bone gestured to his subordinate with his chin, and the subordinate closed the doors.
"Ahem."
Fang Mu stood first, cleared his throat, and took out the documents he had prepared. Smiling,