1988: Back to the human world for a few years

Chapter 313 New Dynasty
The Spring Festival holiday was only one week in total, which was very short. By the time Yang Mo was exhausted from visiting all his relatives, the holiday was over.

So, on the afternoon of the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, Mr. Yang and classmate Tugou, under the disgusted and reluctant gaze of their parents, got into the car sent by the small fleet and returned to the company with a bunch of messy things.

In fact, Yang Mo and his friends had originally planned to ride the broken tricycle back home, after all, the total distance was less than ten kilometers, but the small team insisted on sending a car to pick them up, saying that it was unsafe to slide on the snowy road;

Therefore, Mr. Yang had no choice but to obey the order respectfully.

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Returning to the cold courtyard, Yang Mo casually placed the oversized travel bag on his back and the two fertilizer bags in his hands against the wall. After lighting the natural gas stove in the house, he untied the fertilizer bag, took out a large bag of dried sweet potatoes from it, and then curled up on the sofa as if he had no bones, and began to chew the dried sweet potatoes lazily.

In his previous life, he had never been particular about food, and had no interest in snacks. After he turned forty, he wouldn't even touch melon seeds or peanuts...but the only exception was dried sweet potatoes.

It’s not that this thing is really delicious. The dried sweet potatoes of later generations are extremely bland, and putting them in your mouth is almost like chewing rubber bands with sugar. The reason why he is so obsessed with this thing is entirely based on the memories of a lonely middle-aged man about his glorious childhood.

When he went home for the Chinese New Year this time, his parents saw that their son had a table full of "expensive" dried fruits and biscuits but did not eat them, but was so interested in these cheap food that could be used as pig food. On the one hand, they kept complaining that their son, a wild boar, could not eat fine bran, but on the other hand, they asked for several large bags of them when visiting relatives, and then stuffed them into Yang Mo's fertilizer bag before he left.

Ok……

Judging from Yang Mo's appetite, this half sack of dried sweet potatoes contains more than ten pounds, which is enough for him to eat until the next Spring Festival.

Just as Yang Mo opened the dried sweet potato in his mouth and nibbled on it bit by bit like a mouse...

bang~
bang bang~
bang bang~
There was a knock on the door, neither light nor heavy, with a certain rhythm.

Ok?
Miss Mu is here?

So punctual?

Yang Mo climbed up from the sofa and walked out of the yard.

Everyone knocks on the door with different strength and frequency. Having known Miss Mu for more than a year, he is already familiar with her knocking rhythm.

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Squeak~click

With a sound like ice breaking, the iron gate opened.

As expected, the person standing outside the door was Miss Mu.

It seems that she has a special preference for brown, as Miss Mu is still wearing the same light brown woolen windbreaker;
The only difference is that unlike the previous clothes, this windbreaker seems to be a slim fit. Therefore, even though she is wearing a lot of clothes inside, her nearly 1.7-meter height does not look bloated at all with this windbreaker. Instead, she looks a different kind of slimness.

Looking at the little oval face that was slightly red from the cold, and the small hands that gently patted the snow on the head, Yang Mo didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that Miss Mu was more beautiful today than last year.

Could it be...

Spring is here, and it is mating season for animals on the grassland again?
The commentary of a famous voice actor emerged in Yang Mo's mind. He looked up at the rustling snow in the sky and felt a strange feeling in his heart.

"Come in quickly. I just lit the stove. Go and warm yourself by the fire."

Yang Mo glanced at the thin leather boots on the other person's feet and laughed.

Although it is spring, it is still extremely cold in Qi and Lu right now. Wearing these boots without fleece lining and only caring about style rather than temperature is just asking for trouble!
Upon hearing this, Mu Liya stretched her neck to look inside and asked, "Is there no one inside?"

Yang Mo rolled his eyes: "I just came back and put my things down, and you smelled the smell and ran over here. Who is this person in the room?"

Mu Liya smiled smugly and rubbed her hands together. "That's fine. I'm too lazy to go in. The alternating hot and cold weather is really unpleasant... Go in quickly and turn off the stove, and come to my place to eat!"

Yang Mo was stunned: "Go to your place for dinner? Have you prepared the meal?"

Mu Liya looked a little proud: "That's right, I went back to the company at noon and worked for several hours!"

As he spoke, he seemed to remember something, stretched out his hands and pushed Yang Mo in: "Hurry up, go in and turn off the fire. If you drag your feet any longer, you might not be able to leave in a while."

Yang Mo was confused: "I can't leave...what does that mean?"

Mu Liya rolled her eyes at him, then whispered, "I don't know what that old Mr. Wang was thinking. He came here yesterday. Director Zhang was with him. After receiving the news, several other vice presidents also rushed back early this morning... Don't you think about it? If you continue to stay in the room, will you be able to have a moment of peace?"

Yang Mo was stunned. Did Mr. Wang come to the company yesterday?

According to unwritten customs in the workplace, a newly appointed top leader like Mr. Wang usually visits the new company the night before the holiday... He either arrives before lunch time to attend the company's welcoming banquet, or arrives late at night to avoid the welcoming banquet; the specific time depends entirely on the attitude the other party wants to express.

Although it is not uncommon to arrive at the company one day earlier than expected, this often means a more dangerous signal.

No wonder Miss Mu urged me to leave quickly. If I delayed for another half an hour, I might really need to open the door to welcome guests.

"Okay, wait a minute!"

Without any hesitation, Yang Mo turned around and trotted into the house, heading straight for the natural gas gate.

Seeing this jerk's panic-stricken attitude as if he was running for his life, Miss Mu smiled...

This person is not a worry at all!

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Fifteen minutes later.

"Eh? Sure, you finally understand what it means to simplify things... Treat me to shabu-shabu mutton? Not bad, not bad!"

After taking off his shoes, he hung his coat on the western-style hanger with familiarity, and then looked at the copper hot pot on the oversized coffee table with a smile.

To be honest, Miss Mu's talent in cooking is really not that good. Even though she hired a famous chef and learned from him for a long time, the food she cooked was only poisonous enough not to kill people.

Therefore, compared to those famous halal dishes that almost caused her taste buds to go on strike, hot pot mutton, a way of eating that only pays attention to the quality of the ingredients, is more suitable for her... Although Miss Mu has no cooking skills, she has never lacked good ingredients.

Hearing this jerk complaining about her again, Miss Mu glared at him angrily: "My room is not warmer than yours. It's still so cold in spring, and there's such a big pond outside the window. If I don't eat some hot pot to warm myself up, I'll freeze to death in the room one day and no one will know."

Yang Mo laughed when he heard this.

Most women are like a block of ice in winter, and even the bed can't be warmed up, so winter is undoubtedly a very unfriendly thing for them;
As it happens, the company dug a large pond outside Miss Mu's room, so it is safe, but it is also colder in winter. Therefore, although it is impossible for Miss Mu to freeze to death, it is obvious that she will suffer more.

"Come on, wipe your hair, so you don't catch a cold later."

Yang Mo had just sat down when Miss Mu came over with a new towel... Although the snow today was not big, it was not small either. After walking for more than ten minutes, both of them had a lot of snow on their heads. After being melted by the heater, their heads were a little wet.

Just as she was about to hand it to Yang Mo, after thinking for a while, Miss Mu suddenly said, "Forget it, I'll help you wipe it... You are so careless, you definitely can't wipe it clean by yourself."

As he said that, he spread the towel directly on Yang Mo's head and began to wipe it clumsily but gently.

Feeling the slight force coming from his head and smelling the refreshing fragrance behind his head, Yang Mo was a little uncomfortable with it, but he was reluctant to refuse.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but after just a few days of not seeing each other, Miss Mu's attitude towards him seemed to be very different from before;

More open and more proactive.

In the past, it would be unlikely for her to let go of her ladylike reserve and come to my house immediately to treat me to the hot pot that she had prepared for several hours; it would also be unlikely for her to take the initiative to wipe my hair before I had "caught" her.

Is it possible...

Is it because of the impact of the hunting trip years ago?
Thinking of Zhang Ailing's various analyses on women, Yang Mo touched his chin.

Well, that's probably it.

Thinking of what happened in the snow pit that day, Yang Mo smiled wickedly and suddenly tilted his head back: "Ya'er, that's enough... Let me wipe your hair."

"ah!"

When Yang Mo's head pressed against her chest, Miss Mu screamed, then quickly dodged half a step back and slapped the jerk with a blushing face, "Bah! I won't let you wipe it for me, who knows what you are up to!"

The relationship between men and women is so subtle. After being taken advantage of by Yang Mo in the snow pit, Miss Mu still insisted that Yang Mo pursue her for the sake of a girl's face, but when they were alone, her words were no longer so reserved.

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Although it was mutton hotpot, the reason why Miss Mu took more than three hours to prepare it was obviously not simply because of her poor knife skills and it took her half a day to cut a piece of mutton.

Using chopsticks, Yang Mo picked up two slices of mutton tendon from the hot pot, dipped them in the Erba sauce without the chive sauce, and stuffed them into his mouth. While crunching on the two slices of meat that were obviously cut thick, he looked at Miss Mu who was constantly bringing in plates from outside with a smile: "Ya'er, stop busying yourself, come and eat quickly... There are only two of us, why serve so much at once? Just finish one plate and then go get the second one... Bring them all in at once, they will melt in a short while, it's good to keep them frozen in the kitchen outside."

Mu Liya curled her lips: "How can that be? The mutton and beef have just been served, and the seafood and vegetables are not even half served. Since you, Chief Yang, have honored me by coming to have dinner, I can't neglect you. If you get angry again, I really can't stand it." After saying that, she rolled her eyes at Yang Mo, rubbed her hands, smoothed her still wet hair, and walked out again.

Yang Mo knew that she was complaining about what happened in the snow pit last time, and immediately started laughing.

Although last time the other person offered it to you in order to apologize and give you an advantage, due to the habits of later generations, your standards at that time did exceed the other person's psychological bottom line.

It seems that this girl has some psychological trauma from what happened last time!

Mu Liya, who came in with a plate of squid tentacles and a plate of swimming crabs, saw the rather obscene smile on this fellow's face, and her face immediately turned red. She pushed the dishes in front of him unhappily and said, "Forget it, I'm too lazy to take the rest, eat it first!"

After saying that, he unbuttoned his windbreaker, hung it on the hanger, and walked back. Then he rolled up his sweater, revealing a piece of forearm that looked like a white lotus root. Then he picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of lamb brain, and started to blanch it in the pot.

Seeing that small piece of arm that looked like a work of art, Yang Mo couldn't help but feel a little hot in his body.

It's just a pair of arms, and they're not uncommon in the summer, so there's no need to have such bad thoughts.
But today was a little different. I don’t know if it was because the two of them had already had close contact last time, or because of Miss Mu’s furry goose yellow sweater, but this half of her snow-white arm was extremely cute, but also extremely alluring.

Thinking of the contact in the snow pit, Yang Mo rolled his throat, and his eyes could not help but slide to Miss Mu's legs, which did not look bloated at all even in autumn trousers, and then gradually moved up and stopped at the waist.

Miss Mu has a very thin waist, which anyone with eyes can see, but only after touching it with your own hands can you know how thin and elastic this waist is;
The three words "small waist" often appear in the ancients' vernacular novels. Many people take it for granted that as long as the waist is thin enough, it can be called a small waist. But in fact, this is not the case at all. Being thin alone is useless. It must be thin enough and form a steep enough curve at the waist and hips to be called a small waist... This strong contrast difference caused by the formation of the skeleton is completely congenital. Even if you exercise and lose weight, it will be of no use.

Of course, the amazing curves are secondary, and more important is...

After all, Yang Mo had spent one-night stands with many women in his previous life. He was very sure that with the amazing elasticity of Miss Mu's waist, she would be an irresistible beauty in bed.

Seeing Yang Mo staring at her waist, Miss Mu's face suddenly turned red, and her body became a little weak.

Any woman who sees the dangerous light in Yang Mo's eyes can tell what is on this guy's mind.

Thinking of what happened in the snow pit last time, Miss Mu shivered and quickly began to try to divert the guy's attention: "Hey, Yang Mo, what do you mean by Mr. Wang coming to the company so early?"

Yang Mo said indifferently: "Who cares what he thinks? Anyway, the focus of my work this year is on the asset management company, and I will be working in Texas most of the time. He can do whatever he wants in the company."

Of course he knew that the young lady wanted to divert his attention. After all, with Comrade Mu Liya's family, she could not be unaware of what it meant for a top leader to take office ahead of schedule without notifying anyone.

Miss Mu saw that this guy never took his eyes off her and spat at herself in annoyance.

Yes, even if Mr. Wang has made it clear that he wants to reorganize this company that he founded, he can't do anything to Yang Mo in a short time... On the one hand, the main business of the exploration company is drilling, no matter how confused Mr. Wang is, he can distinguish the priorities; on the other hand, the asset management company is a joint venture with Dongying, even if Mr. Wang can ignore Dongying based on his qualifications, but he has no reason to interfere too much in the work of the asset company.

How could Yang Mo not figure out such a simple thing?

I was really confused, thinking of using this kind of thing to divert his attention.

After thinking for a while, Mu Liya picked up half a swimming crab and put it into the pot: "By the way, I heard that in order to meet the deadline, the store manager in Texas has recruited a lot of people to the construction site. When do you think we can move to Texas?"

Although influenced by her father and Wang Yinuo, Miss Mu has a lot of complaints about Old Wang, but when it comes to facing this pioneer, it's nonsense to say that she doesn't feel guilty... The most impressive thing about this pioneer is his qualifications. In front of such qualifications, let alone her, even if her father faces Old Wang, he has to greet him with a smile and then bend down and call himself a junior.

So, although she said this to divert Yang Mo's attention, on the other hand, she was actually looking forward to moving to Texas to work as soon as possible... Although she had to come back once a week for a meeting, it would be a good thing to face Mr. Wang less often, right?
Hearing Miss Mu asking this, Yang Mo finally moved his eyes away slightly: "Although everything is kept simple and not required to build all the living infrastructure, the weather has not been very good recently. Even if a few hundred people are added, I estimate that it will take until mid-February to move in... It should be similar to the original plan. Even if it can be advanced by a few days, it won't be too fast."

Mid-February?

That means there is still more than half a month left?

Fortunately, fortunately, even if Mr. Wang is extremely disgusted with people like me who represent Dongying, he just reviewed it and thought that in more than half a month, he should not have any big trouble for me.

After she felt a little relieved, Mu Liya tilted her head and thought for a while: "By the way, when you change your office, you can't just make do with it like you did in the Kowloon Hotel. You need to adjust what needs to be adjusted and decorate what needs to be decorated;"

"So those ornaments and bonsai are easy to deal with. Just buy them. They are sold in Texas, so you can just pick them when the time comes."

"But...what calligraphy and paintings do you want to hang in the office?"

As she spoke, Miss Mu became a little excited: "These calligraphy and paintings represent style, and even more so, the image of the new company... Luo Luo happens to know some collectors, how about asking her to get a few authentic works by famous artists?"

Since the 1970s, people in China have started to deal in antique calligraphy and paintings. Even many cultural institutions have made income from these things, and they have opened stores to sell them openly where policies permit. Therefore, in addition to a large number of authentic works flowing overseas, there are also quite a few collections among domestic players.

It just so happens that most of the antiques and collectibles these days are priced so low that people of later generations feel distressed about them. Therefore, for the second generation like Eggplant Girl, it is not difficult at all to get a few authentic works of famous artists for free to show off their status with just a little effort. Even countless people who want to give away their calligraphy and paintings may not be qualified to do so.

Yang Mo's eyes twitched when he heard this. Those antique calligraphy and paintings that were sold overseas at the price of pork before the millennium are of course an eternal pain in the hearts of later generations of antique lovers. However, the calligraphy and paintings that were damaged in the hands of domestic "enthusiasts" during this period because they were too cheap are even more regrettable.

Although it was said that if the right person was chosen, these calligraphy and paintings could easily be sold at hundreds or thousands of times the price after the millennium and a huge profit could be made, Yang Mo considered himself to be an ordinary person who not only did not have the appreciation level, but also did not know how to preserve those precious calligraphy and paintings.

So, out of sight, out of mind. Don’t ruin those calligraphy and paintings that might have been well preserved in the hands of real collectors.

Thinking of this, Yang Mo shook his head and said, "Forget it. I am just a rough man who has not read many books. I have no culture. I should not destroy those authentic works of famous artists that have been passed down with great difficulty. If you really want to pretend, just write a few words and frame them. It's just a matter of a few dozen dollars. Don't bother Miss Lin."

Miss Mu curled her lips. She had seen people being modest before, but she had never seen anyone so modest.

No, this is not self-deprecation, it's completely self-mockery!

Although college students have become Mrs. Niu in state-owned enterprises and are not as popular as graduate students, they are definitely not reduced to "uneducated rough guys". The total number of college students in the country is no more than 635.7 million. Considering the total population of billion, they are still the top of the pyramid (the exact number is million. Although it is not a lot, it is not a small amount either. So you know why the beginning of this book is explained that way. Don't be influenced by movies and TV dramas. In state-owned enterprises and large state-owned enterprises of that era, college students were not as valuable as you think)!
but……

Write it yourself and frame it?
Seems like a good idea.

Thinking of this, Miss Mu suddenly became interested: "Yang Mo, what words do you want to hang? I will write it for you!"

Yang Mo glanced at her with a suspicious look on his face: "You?"

The calligraphy hanging in the office is usually written with a brush. It's not that Yang Mo looks down on her, but writing this kind of calligraphy requires great wrist strength. Miss Mu is a woman and is not naturally advantageous in this aspect. She may have no problem writing small calligraphy with hairpin flowers, but it is basically impossible for her to write powerful characters.

Seeing Yang Mo's suspicious face, Miss Mu was immediately unhappy: "You look down on me, don't you? I have been practicing calligraphy since I was a child, and my father even hired a teacher for me... I have more than ten years of skills, so don't judge me by my own strength!"

The corners of Yang Mo's mouth twitched.

Huh~
You have only practiced for more than ten years and you dare to speak so brazenly?

It seems that your teacher is mostly just dealing with it!
However, seeing that Miss Mu was angry, he couldn't just directly offend her.

I thought about it and asked, "Um... can you write small seal characters?"

According to his later experience, girls who learn calligraphy usually practice official script, regular script, small regular script and running script... among which small regular script is the most common.

Although Xiaozhuan, a font with an ancient beauty, does not seem to be difficult on the surface, it actually requires a very high level of wrist stability. Perhaps at the beginning many girls will choose to practice Xiaozhuan because of the unique beauty of the font, but in the end, it would be good if only one out of a hundred girls can persevere.

When he asked this question, to put it bluntly, he still wanted to reject Miss Mu's "kindness"... There was a piece of exquisite calligraphy hanging in the office, and he couldn't afford to lose face with this person.

Unexpectedly, Miss Mu straightened her neck proudly after hearing this: "Small seal script? How difficult is that... Do you prefer Jade tendon seal script or Iron wire seal script?"

Eh?
This girl can actually write small seal script?
Yang Mo's expression froze. He glanced at Miss Mu, who looked provocative, and sighed in frustration, "Well, since you are so eager to help, it would be too ungrateful if I refuse again."

Upon hearing this, Mu Liya immediately became proud, as if she had won a great victory: "Then what words do you want to write... Heaven moves vigorously, and the gentleman strives to strengthen himself without ceasing?"

Yang Mo rolled his eyes: "I'm still a virtuous person... Can you be a little more creative? ... Also, are you afraid that others don't know that I'm a nobody?"

Mu Liya laughed when she heard this.

Generally speaking, just like the Chinese catering culture of "filling in what is lacking", the words hanging in the office should generally be read in reverse;
For example, someone who has the slogan "Be content with what you have" is likely to be a greedy person;

Those who put up slogans like "Integrity is gold" are basically people who talk nonsense.

Every one of those companies that use the name "Daye Longteng" are small companies with poor business performance.
So, just like hanging up "Dragon Horse Spirit", if you hang up "Tian Xing Jian" in the office, it is almost like telling others that Yang Mo is a lazy parasite who only knows how to slack off all day long.

Seeing that she had said several famous quotes in a row, but they were all denied by Yang Mo, Mu Liya suddenly became angry: "Forget it, I won't give you any suggestions. Tell me what words you want to hang!"

Yang Mo was immediately stumped. He was just an ordinary man, how could he think of any suitable famous quote all of a sudden?

After thinking for a while, he suddenly touched his trouser pocket and found that he didn't have what he wanted. He asked, "Do you have any coins? One cent, two cents, five cents will do... Give me three. Remember, they must be the same size."

Mu Liya looked at him in confusion: "Yes, yes...but what are you going to do?"

Yang Mo rolled his eyes: "What else can I do... ask God for a word!"

ah! ? ?
Mu Liya was a little dumbfounded. What on earth was going on?

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PS: The overdue updates have been completed.

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