Christmas is after Christmas Eve. In the West, this day is usually a day of family reunion, which is similar to the traditional Chinese Spring Festival.

Although it is Christmas, in fact, Christmas is not the birthday of Jesus. December 25 was originally the birth of Mithra, the Persian sun god (the god of light) believed in the ancient Roman Empire. It was a pagan festival. At the same time, Mithra, the sun god, was also one of the gods believed in by the ancient Roman Empire. Until 336 AD, the Christian church in Rome designated December 25 as the birthday of Jesus.

Christianity dares to make up the birthday of the Son he believes in, and it is still there to promote some doctrines...

Christianity teaches you a bunker.

After learning the "truth" of Christmas, Zhuang Mingge complained in his heart.

It is precisely because today is Christmas that Zhuang Mingge took Karin to Michael Corleon's private villa to attend the annual family Christmas party.

Here, Zhuang Mingge finally saw his two "cheap brothers" - Francisco Corleon and Marcelo Corleon. Both are currently working in family businesses. However, with the increasingly close relationships between the Corleon family and Berlusconi, Agnelli and other families in recent years, perhaps they will soon enter the so-called joint ventures jointly founded by these families.

When Zhuang Mingge entered the door, he enthusiastically said "Merry Christmas" to his family and took Karin straight to the kitchen.

Today, Zhuang Mingge is preparing to present a special Christmas gift to his family in this world.

"Tony, do you have to cook yourself at noon today?" Karin asked, standing beside Zhuang Mingge.

"Ah, I'll make one dish today, but it's a bit troublesome."

"What are you going to make?" Karin, who tasted a hearty meal yesterday, asked Zhuang Mingge curiously when she heard this.

"Hehe, you'll know right away. By the way, Karin, where did the bean sprouts I bought from the supermarket yesterday put?"

"I asked the servant to refrigerate in the refrigerator." Karin replied, "Do you want to make something with those big bags of bean sprouts?"

"Hey, are you fried pork with bean sprouts?" Karin suddenly remembered the dish from Zhuang Mingge that she had eaten and said, "I'm a little looking forward to it."

"Since you're looking forward to it, come and help."

Ten minutes later...

"What, what! All these bean sprouts need to be hollowed out with needles?!" Karin looked at the bean sprouts piled up on the table with disbelief and said, "Tony, are you sure you are not kidding?"

"...I think this is not realistic, right?" A chef who stood aside and was about to help the young master said, "Besides, hollowing out the interior of these bean sprouts seems to be a completely meaningless thing."

"You know, the so-called Chinese food - especially the palace dishes, is to do this meaningless thing to the extreme - even if it is done so, just to improve the taste a little. However, chefs who regard dishes as their own glory and their lives never regard these things as meaningless things."

Zhuang Mingge said, and took out a few bamboo sticks of the same length from the kitchen. While sharing the bamboo sticks to the chef who was responsible for the work, he said, "You guys can help cut the bean sprouts into the same length as these bamboo sticks. Remember to pinch the head and tail, throw them away if they are not long enough... I'll prepare some other things first."

In this way, throughout the morning, a group of chefs cut bean sprouts on the chopping board, while Zhuang Mingge, who had other preparations, sat opposite them, hollowed out all the cut bean sprouts with a needle, and poured the special meat paste made of lean ham meat that was specially left yesterday in a few bits.

Although such a work is almost impossible to accomplish in Karin's eyes, it is an extremely simple thing for singer Zhuang Ming. It takes almost a few seconds to complete the processing of a bean sprout.

"So amazing." Karin looked at Zhuang Mingge quickly processing these bean sprouts, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Practice makes perfect." Zhuang Mingge raised his head and replied, "Karin, if you practice how to process these bean sprouts every night like me, practice for a month, and be as proficient as me."

"..." Karin was speechless about Zhuang Mingge, the Florentine president, who did not learn some professional knowledge and studied Chinese cuisine.

Finally, before lunch, the processing of these bean sprouts was completed by Zhuang Mingge.

After filling these bean sprouts, Zhuang Mingge fryed the processed bean sprouts, and then asked his helper to pour the pre-cooked broth on the bean sprouts. Finally, he put a mold on it and placed the bean sprouts on it at once to form a three-dimensional phoenix.

"Oh~" When this dish was finally brought to the table by Zhuang Mingge himself, the family was amazed.

"Ice Crystal Phoenix, this is the Christmas gift I, Antonio Corleon brings to you."

"This Christmas gift is really good, my son." Old Corleon turned his eyes away from the Ice Crystal Phoenix and said with a smile, "I didn't expect you to have the talent to be a chef."

"Haha, if I no longer work in the football industry, maybe I would think about it." After Zhuang Mingge said that, the father and son laughed together.

When the family was full of food and food, Michael Corleon led Zhuang Mingge into his study.

"Antonio, this time I'm here to tell you the opinions of the elders of the family on the transfer of equity in Florence." Corleon, the old man, pointed out the theme of the conversation directly.

"Oh? So, those old men finally made a decision?" Zhuang Mingge sat on another chair and said, "What did they say?"

"At the end of this season, before July 1 next year, I will hand over $40 million to the family, and all the shares of Fiorentina belong to you." Michael Corleon was obviously a little depressed when he said this. In his opinion, the purchase price of $30 million proposed by Zhuang Mingge at the beginning was already very reasonable. After all, both parties to the transaction were from the Corleon family, and the managers of Florence were actually their own sons. There is no need to make such a big fight for tens of millions of dollars. "Those hateful old guys! Isn't it just a Fiorentina? As for making such a difficult child? Don't worry, if they dare to do this in the future, I must go and fight for them!"

"Don't say that, father." Zhuang Mingge smiled, thinking that the situation seemed much better than he had estimated. He thought that the elders in the family would ask for hundreds of millions of dollars from him like vampires. "After the Christmas holiday, I will transfer 40 million dollars to my designated account in full."

Old Corleon was stunned when he heard this, then laughed, pointed at Zhuang Mingge and said:

"Good boy, I even hid your father, and said! When did you make so much money?"

Zhuang Mingge knew in his heart that even if the people in his family didn't know that they had made hundreds of millions of dollars through betting on football in the US World Cup, they would know that he made a lot of money in the exchange rate changes between the lira and the peso a few days ago, so Zhuang Mingge decided to tell the truth.

"I made a profit a few days ago while I was in the Italian lira and Mexican peso, but I didn't expect the profit I made this time was just enough." Zhuang Mingge answered Old Corleon's question.

Now it seems that these people are not as greedy as they imagined. They are simply to recover their original investment and to get back some dollars as profits from this investment. After all, the family spent a huge sum of $30 million to acquire Florence, and it is not good at all.

Even if the statement of his "cheap father" was not from his original intention, it was a kind of comfort and suggestion to Zhuang Mingge, indicating that the family would no longer have any conflicts and disputes with him about the Florence issue.

That's good... Zhuang Mingge thought to himself.

After finishing the conversation with Corleon, Zhuang Mingge took Karin back to Florence and continued to live a shameless and impatient life...

In this way, the Christmas holidays passed quickly and it was soon New Year's Day in 1995.

On New Year's Day, Zhuang Mingge, who had been rolling out with Karin for a few days, appeared in his spirits at the headquarters in Florence. The year 1995 that he had been looking forward to was finally here!
Chapter completed!