1988: Back to the human world for a few years

Chapter 254 The Only Remaining Cultural PUA Window (1)

South area for staff and family members, row 7, number 7.

This is probably a very unfriendly location, as there is saline wasteland outside. Although this small courtyard at the very edge of the entire staff and family residence is indeed only five or six square meters larger than the other houses in the same row, its safety factor has directly dropped by at least one level.

Of course, the above situation only applies to ordinary people. If the person living inside is a single woman, and a single woman famous for her appearance, then it is not an exaggeration to directly classify it as an orange warning zone... You know, this place is close to Houcang Village, and no matter what time, there is no shortage of bachelors who can't find wives in the countryside. It's just a wall of about four meters. If you think of a way, you can always avoid the glass shards on it and climb over it.

However, although Miss Mu who lives here is indeed an unforgettable beauty, she is obviously not comparable to those ordinary single women.

So at the beginning of this spring, the drilling company dug a large pond of more than 30 acres outside the southern area for employees' families in the name of raising fish, half-surrounding the entire outer perimeter of the southern area, and it was very close, almost touching the wall; thus eliminating the possibility of outsiders approaching from the direction of the saline-alkali land... And what's worse is that the small house guarding the fish pond is located five meters outside the wall of No. 7, Row 7.

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"Crack~"

With the sound of the light alloy hitting the iron window bars, Tugou retracted the fishing line in frustration: "Sister Mu, what kind of fishing rod is this? It doesn't work at all! There were fish biting the hook just now, but I couldn't get any strength... Those baits were wasted!"

Lying on the "30"-shaped iron window bars, Lv Yingying indignantly pulled back the seven-meter-long slender fishing rod sticking out of the window piece by piece, and swept the empty bucket in the room, her tone full of frustration: "What's going on! I used to cut a bamboo stick and go fishing in the river, and I could catch more than a dozen fish in half a day. Now, I've changed to this damn expensive thing, and I'm still fishing in the fish pond. As a result, it's been more than an hour, and I haven't caught a single fish... This foreign fishing rod doesn't work well!"

Mu Liya, who was busy doing something on the low table next to the radiator, laughed when she heard this and nodded affirmatively: "Yes, it must be the problem of this broken fishing rod. I tried several times before and didn't catch any fish... Wait until spring comes, let's go find some better branches and make our own fishing rods, and we two sisters will try to catch all the fish in this pond!"

After a large fish pond was added outside the southern area for employees' families, although the surge in mosquitoes brought a lot of trouble to the employees, a unique cultural landscape was added in just a few months... fishing under the hanging house.

I don't know what the staff canteen in charge of this fish pond is thinking. They turn a blind eye to the fishing rods sticking out from the roofs or windows, so the employees of the drilling company become more and more arrogant. Every weekend, a large group of fishermen who want to show off their skills gather in the southern area, not only occupying the roofs, but also many people carry ladders and stand on the side of the fence to cast their rods... There is no way. The management measures of this fish pond are quite strange. If you cast your rods on the side other than the residential area, you will be fined 20.
Of course, those who gather here to fish are basically novices... Real anglers never bother to fish in fish ponds, and they also know, with no catch at least 3,800 times a year, that as long as the canteen doesn't release water, the fish in the fish pond are actually harder to catch than those in the river. With so many stupid birds crowded together, they get nothing except saving those guys in the canteen a lot of feed costs!
Ok……

This was told to Miss Mu by an old air force officer named Yang after she had returned fruitless several times.

In fact, it doesn't matter whether you can catch fish or not. Miss Mu has never been interested in fish. She sits in the house and stretches the rod out of the window just to kill time, and also to figure out why Yang Mo and her father are so interested in fishing, which is a fishy and tiring activity.

But today is not the weekend. She has been staying at home for three whole days not to be lazy. She transferred her own little sister over in the name of deputy section chief Mo Mo Bai Tou, not because she saw that she was too tired during this period and wanted to use the power for personal gain and let this girl be lazy.

After carefully comparing the large stack of letter paper in her hand with the various odds and ends on the floor beside the low table, Mu Liya, who was only wearing a thin sweater, stretched her slender waist and said, "Yingying, when will Yang Mo come over? It's already 2:30 in the afternoon. If he doesn't come, we won't be able to finish today's work!"

The local dog, who was struggling with a tangled fishing line and the dry grass on it, heard this and realized that he was not on vacation these days. He blinked and thought for a while: "It should be soon... I told him yesterday to come over after he finished his work in the morning... How about I go and call him over? He might have been too busy to remember."

Mu Liya shook her head: "How could he forget such an important matter? I think there must be more urgent things that delayed him... You also made this trip. He has a lot of important things on his hands right now. It would be bad if you disrupted his work schedule."

Hearing this, Tugou curled his lips and said, "How busy can he be? Doesn't Yangshidan basically get off work on time every day? When he gets home, doesn't he lie in the rocking chair and act like a big shot... I didn't even see him bring any documents into the house!"

Mu Liya laughed: "Whether to work overtime or not has nothing to do with how much work is on hand. Yang Mo is very particular about work efficiency and the separation of public and private affairs. This is a life attitude... Although most people in his position cannot do this due to objective reasons, it is because of their limited ability and they have to rely on overtime to make up for it. But with Yang Mo's ability, he doesn't need to do this."

Miss Mu said this from the heart, with a somewhat sad expression, probably because she was thinking of her hideous father who would not go to bed until one or two in the morning every day.

Classmate Tugou rolled his eyes and thought that after Yangshitan became the section chief, his other abilities had not been seen yet, but his ability to command people was obvious to all.

Not only has he been ordering more than seventy people around like a bunch of paper dolls, but even the General Manager's Office, the Industrial and Agricultural Science Department, Qingfeng Food and Xialiu Distribution Agency have not had a single day of peace during this period... Can this be considered a skill?

Those truly capable heroes in the storybooks all fight alone, killing their way in and out of the enemy lines all by themselves, okay?
Just when Tugou was about to complain about something, there was a loud knock on the door.

"Okay! Speak of the devil, it must be that beast Yang Shidan... I'll go open the door!"

This random knock on the door was definitely from Yang Mo. Tugou wrinkled his nose in disdain, then happily put on his slippers, not even wearing a cotton jacket, and ran out like this...

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"Huh? Mengmeng, you're here too?"

"Sister Lu, Master asked me to come here to gain some experience, saying that it would be of great help to me in the future, so I followed Master here."

Hearing the sound coming from outside the door, Miss Mu frowned and subconsciously hid the stack of letter papers under the low table. Then she stood up and walked to the clothes rack, wanting to put on the woolen windbreaker.

She heard someone outside the house and Tugou classmate starting the usual insults to each other; Mu Liya thought about it, and finally did not put on the windbreaker. She sat back at the low table, took out the stack of letter paper, and placed it neatly on the table.

"Oh, sure! Miss, the heating in your room is much better than in mine... No, no, you have to reflect this problem during the meeting next week. The boiler room can't be so different, right!?"

As soon as he entered the house, Yang Mo staggered due to the heat wave inside and started yelling. After taking off his shoes, he took off his coat without any hesitation and threw it on the old-fashioned green leather sofa... It must be said that turning on the heating at full power in early November was really a bit too much.

Miss Mu glanced at him, stood up and walked to the sofa, picked up the guy's coat, and hung it on the hanger beside him: "Can't you even take two more steps? How much trouble will it take for you to hang a coat?"

Looking at Miss Mu's curvy figure, which was made more exquisite by the light brown sweater, Yang Mo felt his throat dry. He glanced at his classmate, Tu Gou, who was a little bloated by the old-fashioned thick sweater, and then looked at his apprentice who was hesitating whether to take off his coat and expose his bean sprout figure...

After a few rounds of watching, a certain senior official sat cross-legged on the colorful carpet in front of the low table as usual. He reached out his hand to grab a seed from the fruit bowl on the low table and put it into his mouth. Then he waved his hand and said, "Everyone, sit down and get down to business... Let me see what these two talented women have come up with."

Miss Mu glanced at him with a hint of reproach, and a faint blush appeared on her face. She was not fooled by the little actions of this guy just now.

After taking a look at Bai Mengmeng, who looked a little reserved, Mu Liya took two futons with wicks from the side and placed them next to the two of them: "The blanket is hard, sit on the futon."

After saying that, he leisurely returned to the main seat and started working on the low table which was much larger than usual.

amount……

Is the blanket hard?
Bai Mengmeng, who entered Miss Mu's room for the first time, reached out and pressed the blanket next to her butt, somewhat confused.

The hand feels soft and elastic, delicate to the touch, and not prickly at all. It is obviously a wool blanket woven with top-quality craftsmanship.

And this thickness...

At least three centimeters upwards, right?

Such a thick wool blanket, and you tell me it’s hard?
Glancing at the exquisite decorations and valuable items placed in a pattern she couldn't describe in this not-so-big living room, Bai Mengmeng swallowed her saliva and stole a glance at her classmate, the local dog, who was chewing a seed with a silly look on his face. Her originally bent body straightened up unconsciously...

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As everyone held their breath, Miss Mu took out two half-bloomed autumn chrysanthemums from the bamboo sieve on the low table with an elegant and mysterious rhythm. After cutting them one branch and one leaf at a time, she gently put them into a plain large barrel-shaped glass bottle.

This process was repeated, and then a bunch of red pyracantha fruits and a few small branches of dark green pomegranate leaves were cut and put in.

Gently closing a primary colored wooden cork with a hole, Miss Mu reached out her delicate hand and used a bamboo clip to take out a piece of incense from the pottery box next to her and put it right in the middle of the wooden cork, not more, not less, just enough to cover the middle hole.

Tsk la la~
As the smell of sulfur mixed with the fragrance of cypress came, the incense was lit, and then something that stunned Bai Mengmeng happened...

The wisp of milky white smoke did not float upwards as she thought, but flowed into the bottle through the invisible hole like a stream, making the chrysanthemum, which was already displayed in a very mysterious posture in the glass bottle, seem real and illusory... and as the smoke in the bottle gradually became thicker, the bunch of red pyracantha fruits seemed to appear faintly. Against the backdrop of the reddish color that looked like breathing, the bunch of yellow autumn chrysanthemums in the upper half of the bottle, which had never been disturbed by the white smoke, looked even more extraordinary.

"The smoke cannot be cut, and nothing can bind our hearts together."

Humming softly, Mu Liya reached out again and took out a blooming pink-purple flower from another bamboo sieve. After cutting off its stamens with a pair of small scissors, she broke it off from the receptacle and gently placed it in a basin of clean water. She then rinsed it gently repeatedly with a wooden spoon.

After three times, Miss Mu reached out her hand and carefully picked up the white flower, which looked vaguely familiar, but whose name she couldn't immediately identify. Then she placed it flat on a colorless glass teacup that seemed to have something placed underneath... I don't know if the size of the flower was carefully selected, but it just happened to fit on the rim of the glass teacup and floated in the air.

She picked up a plain cotton towel and gently wiped the water off her hands. Then Miss Mu took out three small porcelain jars that could only be held in one fist. After unscrewing the lids, she tilted them slightly to show everyone what was inside.
I picked up the obviously specially made extra-small silver tea spoon and put some on the original pistil part. At a glance, I could tell that it was Longjing flat green tea, dried honeysuckle, and tangerine peel.

Lift the iron kettle, and the boiling water will rush out at a fixed point and end with a small water ring wall.

Bai Mengmeng looked at the tea soup that was beginning to turn pink and crystal clear, as well as the new stamens formed by the tea leaves and honeysuckle stuck in the center of the flower. She couldn't help but open her mouth, and then unconsciously moved the empty glass cup in front of her forward.

Few girls can resist such a lovely and cheerful color... not to mention that this is the beginning of winter when everything is bleak and cold?
Seeing how she couldn't wait to ask for tea, Mu Liya glanced at her indifferently, but did not serve the tea immediately. Instead, she took another flower from the small bamboo sieve and repeated the previous action; the only difference was that after washing the flowers this time, Miss Mu used tweezers to pluck out the best-shaped and largest petals one by one, and then stuck them to the inner walls of the three people's tea cups in a casual and elegant posture.

After all this was done, Miss Mu curled up her blue fingers, used the most common three-finger method to pick up the glass teacup, and poured the tea soup, which had turned pink and purple, into the teacups in front of the three people.

"There is a girl in the same carriage, her face is like the flower of Shun; she is like the hibiscus in the past, her life is not over yet... Please drink."

Miss Mu's voice was as cold and distant as ever. She had none of the gentleness and friendliness of an ordinary tea artist. Instead, she sounded indifferent, as if to keep people at a distance.

Looking at the cup of tea in front of her that looked like a half-opened peach blossom, her nose already filled with the faint scent of pine and cypress, she glanced at the white eyes in the large glass jar not far away that were always outlined in different postures in a mysterious posture, and the yellow chrysanthemum that was always proudly standing above the white smoke. The girl felt as if she was in a fantasy.

A cup of tea...

Can drinking be so elegant?

After being reminded by his master, the young apprentice came to his senses, carefully picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip.

Slightly bitter.

This was the first feeling of Baimeng. Perhaps because there was not much tea leaves in the teacup, the tea flavor of this cup of scented tea was not strong, but the bitterness was not much less than that of normally brewed tea, and the bitterness was somewhat complex, not just the bitterness of tea leaves.

As soon as he frowned, Bai Mengmeng was attracted by the taste that came from the tip of his tongue.

It’s slightly sweet, and has a complex sweetness with the scent of orange peel... Maybe it’s because of the tangerine peel?

And then……

Fragrant!
Very fragrant!

Perhaps because fresh flowers are used as the dish and dried honeysuckle is brewed in it, the fragrance of this cup of tea is not overbearing, but it has an unexpectedly lingering aftertaste and carries a sense of vitality that no other spices can give.

Ok……

Let me put it this way, whether it is jasmine tea or Tieguanyin, the aroma it brings can only stay on the surface of the mouth at most, but the aroma of this cup of tea can seep into the tip of the tongue... Although this feeling of "texture fragrance" is like a meteor across the sky, it will dissipate in just over ten seconds, but this feeling of beauty passing away is even more fascinating.

"Master, what kind of tea is this? Why is it so fragrant?"

After drinking a cup of tea, he put down the cup reluctantly and asked in a low voice.

Yang Mo, who was holding a piece of letter paper and reading it carefully, heard this, glanced at Miss Mu's expression, and handed the paper to her directly: "Read it yourself."

Bai Mengmeng was stunned when he saw this and was a little hesitant to answer.

She had been with Yang Mo for some time, so she naturally knew that her master's views on many things were different from the current mainstream opinions.

For example, in terms of confidentiality, unless it involves military or major scientific and technological projects, there is currently no awareness of confidentiality in the domestic technology and operations in the field of people's livelihood... Not only is there no awareness of confidentiality, but when people come to visit and learn, they even want to tell the other party all the steps and areas that require special treatment, and they are almost like teaching them step by step.

But Yang Mo was very opposed to this. In the projects he handled, no matter whether it was the marinade ratio for fried chicken or the marinade formula for Momo Bailu, they were all confidential. Except for him and the R&D team, no one was allowed to inquire or peek, otherwise the Discipline Inspection Department would directly intervene... In addition, in the production process, these projects also took many preventive measures. All the configuration links were separated and carried out in a streamlined manner by different personnel. Moreover, in procurement, he also played a lot of tricks. There would always be some actually irrelevant seasonings in the list given to the procurement department, and the production department would also deliberately waste some actually extra raw materials every month.

Therefore, Bai Mengmeng, knowing how much her master valued the confidentiality of technology, did not dare to take the order... It was obvious that the cup of tea that Miss Mu had just brewed was definitely a unique secret recipe at the moment, and it might even involve a cooperation project worth hundreds of millions or even tens of millions. She really did not have the courage to look at other people's recipes.

Seeing his usually lively little disciple now so cowardly, Yang Mo rolled his eyes and said, "It's not important information, just take a look... It's just a show to please those overseas suckers, as long as you don't talk nonsense, it doesn't matter."

"A fancy job for those overseas suckers?"

Bai Mengmeng was a little confused and didn't understand what was going on.

Before Yang Mo could say anything, her classmate Tugou, who was on good terms with her, started to explain: "Didn't your master suggest to Sister Mu last month that she talk to Mr. Chen from Nanyang and see if the two sides could cooperate and open some chain herbal medicine shops in the island country?"

"Well, Mr. Chen is a true patriotic overseas Chinese. Last month, Uncle Mu asked someone about it, and they immediately agreed. They also said that they would take care of the store and rent on the island country, and they would only hold 65% of the shares;"

"But the problem is that with the current prices and rents in the island country, if you want to make this niche project profitable, you have to go the high-end route... and since this is an experimental project, it's impossible for Mr. Chen to invest too much money to renovate these herbal medicine shops into a palace."

"So after much thought, we decided to go with the route of light decoration and heavy decoration for this project, and then raise the value of the place by designing a set of complicated and stylish ceremonies... And the island country is particularly fond of this, so this task fell on Sister Mu."

"Hey, did you see that? That was impressive enough, wasn't it? What Sister Mu just demonstrated was what we researched. It's what we need to do to create an atmosphere after the guests are seated."

Creating atmosphere?
Raise your status through complicated and stylish ceremonies?
Bai Mengmeng nodded as if he understood, and glanced at the large glass cover which was still covered in changing clouds and mist.

I mean, why do you have to put a chrysanthemum in as the main scene, and why do you have to use a cold and undecorated glass bottle to present such a dreamy scenery? I mean, this young lady always has a cold look on her face, and she is targeting the sucker on the island country.

Bai Mengmeng carefully took the list handed over by Yang Mo and frowned.
"Hibiscus Food and Drink"?
I was saying why this flower looks so familiar, turns out it’s a hibiscus!

However, it is November now. Where do the fresh hibiscus flowers come from? Are they flown in from Southeast Asia?
Before she could take a closer look at the recipe, Bai Mengmeng became confused again. Although her Chinese was not very good, she knew that "馔" meant dishes or snacks made from flowers of the four seasons. And since it was called "Hibiscus Flower Cuisine", there must be hibiscus flower food in addition to hibiscus flower tea.

But we have the hibiscus drink, but what about food made from hibiscus flowers?
While she was still confused, Yang Mo spoke.

"Overall, the guest-serving etiquette you designed is pretty good, and it also presents China's traditional culture relatively well. But I can only give it a 70-point score at most. It's fine for improving the style, but it's still a little short of the [Cultural PUA] effect we talked about before."

Seventy points?
Unlike Bai Mengmeng who was wondering if her master was finding fault with her, Miss Mu looked extremely serious.

The "cultural PUA" mentioned by Yang Mo is actually the core and most important link of this chain of herbal medicine shops... Due to its limited size, it may not make much money from the herbal medicine shop project, but whether the subsequent series of independent brand export projects for island countries can be successfully implemented and whether they can achieve the expected results depends to a large extent on whether this series of cultural PUA work can proceed smoothly.

Obviously, in an island country that is now very particular about style and rituals, the guest etiquette she just designed, although not directly producing economic effects, is related to the first impression of some groups on Chinese culture and the degree to which their minds are occupied, and it really cannot be ignored.

"Yang Mo, what's the problem with the ceremony just now?"

Miss Mu unreservedly took out a notebook from under the coffee table, opened it, and uncapped the pen, obviously intending to take notes on the spot.

Seeing this, Yang Mo just smiled and pointed at the big glass bottle: "First, although the island country is very fond of the [Shaji] culture, our choice of utensils also needs to take this into consideration to a certain extent, but this does not mean that we have to completely compromise with it... Chinese culture is Chinese culture, and the island country's Shaji culture is Shaji culture. The two are completely different. As a cultural carrier of a higher dimension, we don't need to accommodate them too much."

Mu Liya thought about it and nodded slightly. "Okay, I'll ask the glass factory to make another batch without affecting the viewing effect... As for the shape, I'll have someone collect some Chinese cultural relics and let the designer use his imagination."

Yang Mo nodded approvingly: "Second, using flower arrangement to enhance the style is a good idea, but the choice of specific flowers is problematic;"

"Perhaps you are not very clear. Although the status of chrysanthemums in the island countries is not inferior to that of cherry blossoms, and even in some scenes, their status is far higher than that of cherry blossoms. However, our main target group is the women of the island countries, and those who are relatively well-educated and have a high social status. Therefore, I bet that this kind of chrysanthemum that is too solemn and patriarchal will not be very popular... Besides, the island countries like white chrysanthemums, which are different from the golden chrysanthemums that our country likes. Miss Mu did not do her job carefully enough!"

Mu Liya felt a little embarrassed. Although she didn't understand how the chrysanthemum was related to patriarchy, since Yang Mo said that the island country prefers white chrysanthemums rather than golden chrysanthemums, he was definitely not lying to her.

"Then what flowers should we change to?" Since chrysanthemums were not the first choice, Miss Mu was a little troubled.

Yang Mo shrugged nonchalantly: "That's easy. If we consider the beauty, variety, and versatility of flowers, I guess nothing can be better than roses."

Raising his hand to stop Miss Mu's question, Yang Mo smiled and said, "I know what you want to say, but what I want to tell you is that the thinking of women in the island countries is unprecedentedly liberated, and there are even signs of the flooding of new women's thoughts. They are more receptive to new things from abroad. The modern roses bred by Austin in the UK are definitely not as thin as you think our ancient roses... In addition, Qilu is now promoting greenhouses. It is also near the 30th parallel north. It is not difficult for Qilu to provide a stable supply of modern roses bred by Austin all year round."

Miss Mu frowned. She had never come into contact with the newly cultivated modern roses, so naturally she could not imagine how colorful these things were. However, considering her trust in Yang Mo, she just nodded and indicated that she would ask someone to help get some Austin roses to try the effect later.

Seeing Miss Mu nod, Yang Mo glanced at his confused little disciple and ignored her: "Fried egg liquid hibiscus flower... er, no hibiscus flower Tianluo, I have eaten it before, it's just a novelty, no need to serve it, let's move on to the next single product acceptance."

Upon hearing this, Tugou jumped up excitedly: "Okay, okay, let me do it next... [Jade Face Powder], Yangshidan, did you say that?"

Jade Face Powder?
Yang Mo's eyes twitched a few times, "Big sister, you can't be...

(End of this chapter)