"Yes!" The crowd answered in unison, but there was no sign of relaxation in their actions.
Qin Jiran watched this scene unfold and couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity; it resembled a military review. After a brief thought, he realized that these individuals must have undergone militaristic management, for they wouldn't exhibit such behavior otherwise.
"Well then, if my presence here makes you uneasy, I won't waste words. The red envelopes for this year's annual meeting are ready and contained within this box. The rules remain the same: those who win can come up and take one. Let's start now." Father Su gestured grandly, and immediately someone brought over a large box filled with hundreds of red envelopes. Compared to the number of people present, there were more than enough envelopes, truly capturing the spirit of giving red envelopes – one just didn't know what was actually inside them.
