On the morning of New Year's Eve, Uncle James Shu called all of them to the conference room.
The projection screen expanded and widened the uncle's face in the old video, making him look like a serious toad.
"Here it comes again." Xie Lianyun was still asleep, and he lay on the table and sighed, "It's really unnecessary to play it every New Year and every festival."
"Uncle, if it doesn't work, you can re-record it," Mei Shengyao whispered, "I've been watching it for three or four years, I'm so tired of it."
Uncle James Shu knocked on the table with an unopened Spring Festival couplet: "You are not in high spirits at all during the New Year! You are sitting upright and watching the video!"
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