While talking with Xu Lu, Han Yufei directly left the group of children and came to Han Songlin, holding something in her hand. Han Yufei reached out in front of Han Songlin and said in a baby voice, 'Dad, I want this.'
A picture book?
It's still the Huliuwa.
Yes, it's the Huliwa; the Huliwa that he downloaded from the internet to save Grandpa.
It's full of memories!
They sell these in the school tuck shop now?
Han Songlin really can't remember when the picture cards first appeared in his childhood memories. Anyway, picture cards, marbles, and paper squares were the three things that were suitable for playing with in different seasons.
These three things were suitable for playing in different seasons. For example, playing with the paper squares was played in winter, and so were picture cards.
They were all big sports.
As for marbles, they had to be played on the ground when it wasn't cold.
Xu Lu couldn't help but smile when she saw what Han Yufei was holding. As a mother, she naturally knew what children were playing these days.
Her children don't play with these things anymore.
Han Songlin picked Han Yufei up and looked around, and saw Han Ze, who had quite a few picture cards in his hands.
Now that the family's conditions have improved, there are more things for Han Ze to play with.
'Han Ze, come here!'
Han Ze heard Han Songlin's shout, looked up at him, and after making sure he was indeed calling him, he trotted over.
It's true that when Han Ze was a child, he was quite cute.
The more Han Songlin looked at him, the more he liked him.
'You have quite a few picture books in your hands!'
Han Ze's small hands were instantly placed behind his back: 'I bought them myself.'
'Your younger sister wants some picture books. You said that you are the older brother, so shouldn't you take care of your younger sister?'
Han Ze opened his mouth and looked at Han Songlin, then at Han Yufei.
As the older brother, he really should take care of his younger sister.
But to give his precious pictures to Han Yufei himself, Han Ze felt his heart go cold and it hurt.
After hesitating, Han Ze counted a few pictures, then stamped his foot hard and added a few more.
'Qiuzi, come, they're for you!'
Han Yufei had been staring at Han Ze for a long time, and when she saw that he was really giving her the pictures, her face instantly lit up with joy.
'Thank you, Brother Ze!'
'You're welcome.'
After telling the two little ones to go and play on their own, Han Songlin couldn't help but smile. If anyone in the world knew Han Ze best, it would be him.
'You really like Han Ze, don't you?' Xu Lu had noticed Han Songlin's unusual expression when looking at Han Ze before.
Was Han Songlin a man who favoured sons over daughters?
It didn't seem to be the case, because Han Songlin doted on his three little girls.
Han Songlin's expression did not change, and he only said, 'Maybe it's a natural affinity!'
Interrupted like this, the two did not continue the previous topic of conversation, but instead talked about something else.
It was about the advertising that Fule Liquor had placed this year.
Fule Liquor had won the CCTV King of Bidding for two consecutive years, which naturally gave Fule Liquor a huge boost in popularity.
Of course, while there had been a huge boost, it did not mean that there were no hidden worries.
If you take all the good things for yourself, will the others be happy?
Next year, Fule Liquor basically won't be able to win the CCTV King of Bidding.
Fule Liquor is not going to win it either. Next year, the price of the King of Bidding will definitely soar to 200 to 300 million yuan.
'We need to do some precise advertising!' Han Songlin thought about the future. If you just search for a box online, you will be pushed to an advertisement for coffins.
You definitely can't do that now, so you need to do precise advertising.
Is it useful to advertise Fule Supreme Liquor in economically underdeveloped places?
A bottle of wine costs a few hundred yuan, can people afford it?
In economically underdeveloped places, you should advertise cheaper wines.
For example, in eastern coastal cities, where cheaper wines are also sold, the advertising should focus on mid-to-high-end wines.
Xu Lu thought for a moment and said, 'It's worth a try, let's see the results.'
While they were talking, He Yuqiong started to call for dinner.
Everyone sat down together, and the senior management of Fule Wines and the senior winemaker were also called.
So, today there is more preparation.
Fortunately, the Jia Garden is large enough to accommodate several tables of people without any problem.
Han Songlin also went around to each table to pour a glass and chat with everyone.
People have emotions, and Han Songlin treats them well and respects them; naturally they will repay him, and this is never a concern for Han Songlin.
Perhaps if you are kind to someone without meaning to, they will remember you for the rest of their lives; most of it is not useful, but some of it can help you in critical moments.
'Last year, our wine sold very well. There were two reasons for this: firstly, we did a good job advertising it, and secondly, our wine is good.'
'I don't know anything about making wine, but I must say that you make good wine. I've always stressed that we must be strict about quality. We must be aware of the danger of failure. We are only a shiver away from bankruptcy. If our quality is not good, consumers will not buy it.'
'If you make wine, you have to make a reputation, and we must not ruin that reputation.'
'Finally, I want to say that this year we will definitely give everyone a generous year-end bonus.'
Xu Lu was also holding a glass in her hand, which also contained white wine, a low-alcohol business white wine specially launched by Fule Wines.
It was mellow and well-rounded, and, well, high-end wines all tasted mellow and well-rounded, without any aftertaste.
When Han Songlin said that there would be year-end bonuses, Xu Lu really wanted to gag him. Earlier, he had just said that he wanted to set up the Star Research Institute.
Now he's spending money like this?
Han Songlin's year-end bonuses must be substantial.
According to Han Songlin's character, it's quite normal to give out thousands or tens of thousands of yuan.
It's fine to give the senior management such a bonus, but the worst thing is if even the workers get the same.
Han Songlin was really about to say that ordinary workers would each get 3,000 to 4,000 yuan.
'Boss, you're so generous!'
'Long live the boss!'
'Long live!'
Han Songlin waved his hand to tell them to stop shouting. It's just the year-end bonus, and they're acting as if they've never seen it before.
Last year, there was also a lot of money handed out.
'Boss, if you keep this up, you won't be able to manage the Star Research Institute, will you?' Xu Lu whispered when no one was looking.
Han Songlin said, 'It's fine. You have to give up something to get something. We earn this money to spend it!'
Xu Lu suddenly laughed softly, and didn't say anything else; meeting an atmospheric boss is definitely a great thing for employees.
The party organised by Han Songlin didn't disperse until 6pm, after dinner.
'Songlin, when are we going to get together again!'
Han Songlin laughed lightly, 'Deng, why don't we get together as a family and have dinner tomorrow!'
'Sure, let's eat at my place tomorrow. Ask your eldest sister to cook something delicious!'
Han Songlin looked at Han Bairong. As the eldest sister of the Han family, she had been running around for the Han family whenever there was anything going on over the years.
'Sure, I really do miss the food that my eldest sister cooks. Then tomorrow, we'll go to your place and have a good time!'