My imagination has come true

Chapter 779 Extra 2: Safe Journey

Mu Qingyun slipped out of the back door of Taoshi University. It has to be said that even though it has only been a few years, today's students are much more enthusiastic than they were back then, and their knowledge reserves are also richer. If it weren't for her photographic memory, He has become a recital after hearing it, and he has not neglected his studies in the past few years. I am afraid that he will be 'cross-examined' and will not be able to stand up.

Across the road is a stall selling chicken meatballs.

This stall has been operating in Taoshi for more than 30 years. A stall that can operate for such a long time must have some merits.

The seven or eight small tables on the roadside were already occupied. Mu Qingyun rubbed his stomach. He was a little hungry, so he simply went over to share a table with others.

She ordered a small meatball and another tofu skin.

Speaking of which, the best memory of her childhood was when her father rarely came to pick her up and took her to eat a portion of meatballs in front of a chicken soup dumpling stall - a portion of dumplings, followed by two bowls of soup, it was really a continuous flow. I was in a good mood for several days.

Mu Qingyun slowly ate up the 'little dough', and the childhood filter was so broken that even Mr. Qiao couldn't pick it up.

But the memories are actually very beautiful.

Mu Qingyun thought that she didn't want to 'revenge' herself so fiercely and make Sun Xiaomei or even Mu Siping pay the price, probably not only because she didn't take their family seriously, but also because she didn't have any fatherly love at all. I felt and really hoped that I could get a beautiful father's love.

After remembering the past for a while, Mu Qingyun couldn't help but sigh. She has many, many things. Now she is free and has no pressure at all. She has complete control over the system. She can experience whatever script she wants, and she will never do it again. There were problems that suddenly appeared in the script, but she still couldn't change the first ten years of her life.

Mu Qingyun sighed again hypocritically: "Life is never as satisfying as one wishes."

"Why can't I just think that everything will go as I want? I just want my parents to be gentle and loving, and I also want my parents to be rich and let me be a rich second generation. I want to find a rich and handsome man, and I also want my richness. He is handsome, considerate, and only loves me. I just want to travel around every day, see mountains, water, the moon, and see the world's scenic spots. It's best to turn this into a job, have fun every day, and still have money to earn, huh, Even if all the good things in the world cannot be mine, why can’t I even think about it?”

The little girl who shared the table with Mu Qingyun took out her mobile phone and started typing. Mu Qingyun blinked and suddenly felt like laughing.

The little girl's rolling eyes are very pretty, and her voice is also very nice. Just now, she hurriedly stopped a naughty boy who wanted to climb over the railing and confront the bus. At least she looked like a normal, kind-hearted girl.

She knew that there were countless little girls who thought like this, but wasn't it fate that this one met her?

Mu Qingyun took out two tissues and wiped his hands on one. On the other, he took out his lipstick and wrote his WeChat ID.

She doesn't have the habit of using business cards now, although she has made a lot of business cards of various sizes.

"Kid, you can't change anything about your parents, but for other things, I can introduce you to a job. Maybe you can earn back the life you want."

Little girl: "..."

Mu Qingyun smiled, said goodbye to the confused little girl, and got into Mr. Qiao's car.

"Will this kid come?"

Qiao Qing felt that the little girl was at most twenty-three or four years old, which meant she had just entered the workplace.

Mu Qingyun waved his hand: "If she comes, we will form a fate with her. If she doesn't come, the fate has not yet arrived."

Qiao Qing nodded, stepped on the accelerator and drove directly into the gate of the Mu family's old house. There was a serious two-lane road leading to the basement, with bright lights. In the distance, you could faintly see the railroad tracks and a Mingyan car. train. This car is the result of social practice by students from Yanzhou University.

Almost two years ago, Mu Qingyun returned to school to give a lecture. He mentioned a story in history about college students making their own railway trains. The students were very excited. Some students immediately said that it is not difficult, they can do it, and it does not cost much money.

Mu Qingyun happened to have a funny idea and wanted to build a train, so he just talked and brought these students back to work for her.

The current 'Mingyan' uses the most advanced materials and the most advanced magnetic levitation technology. Considering the size of the basement, only eight carriages are built. However, in terms of cost, it is much higher than those of the top trains in China. .

After crossing the railway tracks and exiting the platform, a high dome came into view. The entire dome was roughly the same as those built by the 'gods' on the outside of the planet, but with a little more warm color, not as cold, and more in line with the Ming people's own style. Preferences.

The staff in various costumes had wind at their feet.

"His Royal Highness is back."

"Has Your Highness found suitable manpower for our cannon fodder team? We are seriously short of people, and we can't keep any of the experienced people we have trained."

"Your Highness, I have brought you twenty single-person spaceships and parked them temporarily on the apron of the Qiao Building. You can take a look at them when you have time."

Mu Qingyun casually fooled him, got on the elevator and returned to the living room. He grabbed a handful of melon seeds and gave them to Mr. Qiao. The two looked at each other and sighed.

"Why on earth did this stall become as big as it is today?"

The two looked at each other, helpless.

In fact, at the beginning, Mu Qingyun founded Book World Travel Company, which mainly served only one customer - Lou Fang.

Lou Fang has begun to lose his memory intermittently in the past few years, but his interest in acting has become stronger day by day. He is fine when he is conscious, but he just goes crazy in front of acquaintances like Qiao Qing. Everyone is aware of his situation and just follow him. .

But sometimes this person will suddenly lose his normal memory and become a completely different person, immersed in his own world and unable to extricate himself.

Lou Fang once firmly believed that he was an immortal cultivator and that the Demon Lord was about to be born. For the sake of all sentient beings in the world, he wanted to die as a martyr to prevent the Demon Lord from being born, so he almost soaked himself in gasoline and lit it on fire. At that moment, Mu Qingyun decided to use his ability to create real scripts to get into Lou Fang's consciousness and let him have fun acting.

After thinking about it, I couldn't just leave the patient alone in the 'script', so I simply set up a 'travel company' to let more suitable 'tourists' who have money and leisure go together.

It's not that I want others to play with me, but if I have more people, I can at least protect the building.

“Am I over-successful?”

Mu Qingyun is very successful, and there is obviously no publicity, but the travel company is getting bigger and bigger, and the country is protecting it. Now, eight years later, it has become a behemoth, and it is still an urban legend.

Qiao Qing suddenly smiled slightly: "That's good, Ah Qing. It's a long road in life. I wish you a safe journey and a happy journey."

Mu Qingyun raised his eyebrows: "I should say, I wish us a safe journey and a happy journey."