Funeral

"The moon is so full tonight, isn't it, Gin?"

Su Ming held a glass of wine and turned to speak to Gin. She was leaning against the window, a bottle in her hand.

"Yeah, Christmas is coming again." She gulped down several mouthfuls and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"There's still plenty to do. I don't know if we can finish it all before New Year's." Su Ming clinked glasses with her and spoke quietly.

In his previous life, Su Ming himself had never celebrated Christmas. He didn't believe in that religion, nor was he planning to hook up with anyone, so what was the point of celebrating Christmas?

But now that the company was in business, it couldn't afford to miss the shopping frenzy before Christmas.

Parents had to prepare gifts for their children, and family members exchanged presents with one another. Food, toys, daily necessities—gift-giving was the most expensive part.

Some small companies only did business once a year, yet that one season fed them for the entire year. It was easy to imagine how enormous the profits were.

As the leading department store company in the United States, how could Wilson Enterprises miss such a golden opportunity? Money couldn't make people happy. Only emotions such as family affection, friendship, and love could do that.

So during the holidays, Su Ming was more than happy to take everyone's useless, filthy money and give them an opportunity to express their feelings.

Don't ask. If you did, the answer was a massive clearance sale—the kind that left Wilson Enterprises bleeding money.

Anyone who visited Wilson Enterprises during Christmas would see sorrowful smiles on the faces of the boss and the other executives.

"I checked the factories. All kinds of inventory are plentiful, enough to handle the