1988: Back to the human world for a few years

Chapter 510 Get out!
Whenever the word "second generation" is mentioned, a series of negative words always come to mind, such as unlearned, arrogant because of money, licentious, and do not do good things.

Although this impression is indeed a bit stereotypical, you can't say it is wrong.

To use the words of later generations on the Internet, the gap between people is greater than that between people and dogs.

Among the second generation, there are certainly some elites like Song Wenxuan who are trained as key individuals and have top-notch knowledge, cognition, and interpersonal skills, but there are also a large number of people who just eat and wait for death and have fallen into moral decline.

This is not surprising. When you are locked in a fixed small framework, living a life with a foreseeable end, but your life can only stop there due to your own ability or family reasons, it is very common for your psychology to gradually become cruel and decadent due to the life of having no worries about food and clothing, your own self-abandonment, and all kinds of compensatory indulgence from your elders, when you are locked in a fixed small framework and live a life with a foreseeable end, but your life can only stop there due to your own ability or family reasons.

Of course, due to the times and the fact that it has not been long since the last killing of the chicken to scare the monkeys, although a considerable number of the second generation in the Dongying Command have shown signs of decline, they are still a long way from causing trouble.

In short, in the small closed ecosystem environment unique to state-owned enterprises, the second generation who are not given the focus of training may be too suppressed in their daily lives, so once they have the opportunity, they indulge themselves as much as possible.

Of course, their parents live locally, and they meet all kinds of uncles and aunts everywhere in Xicheng District, so they naturally dare not do anything excessive.

But this does not prevent them from adopting an approach that is quite "Wei and Jin style", indulging themselves desperately, and then calling it...personality!
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In a courtyard on the edge of the west city.

"Fuck! This is the foreign liquor I got with great difficulty, and you, Wu Bian, are actually drinking it?"

"Drink! Hurry up and give it to me! I've already finished three cups in one go. If you can't do it, Wu Bian, I'll look down on you!"

A young man with acne all over his face was blushing as he stepped on a box of unknown brand of foreign liquor, holding an upside-down red wine glass in his hand, looking smugly at his "opponent" in front of him.

Judging from the color of the half cup of liquid left in the hand of the other young man opposite, it was probably a "cocktail" mixed on the spot, which was popular in certain small circles in this era and was essentially a bit confusing.

It's called a cocktail, but to put it bluntly it's just several different kinds of alcohol mixed together and downed in one gulp. Not only is it tacky, the taste is also terrible, which wastes the good alcohol used as the raw materials.

"drink!"

"drink!"

"drink!"

"If you don't drink alcohol, drink urine!"

"If you don't drink alcohol, drink urine!"

A few young men who were drinking heavily nearby had red necks and started to make a noise with excitement on their faces.

A young man named Wu Bian glanced at the three cups of extremely fishy brown-yellow liquid placed on the corner of the table. His eyes twitched, and he drank the remaining half cup of "cocktail" in his hand with a fierce look.

As soon as the strange and spicy wine entered his mouth, he wanted to spit it out, but he managed to hold it back. After hanging the cup upside down for a moment, he looked around with a fierce look on his face: "More!"

With a burst of drums and whistles, a decanter of considerable capacity was brought up. Then a young man, whose body shape was not much different from that of a monkey, took the lead, took out a box of Huoxiang Zhengqi water from the box at his feet, bit it open, and then used his ten fingers like claws to gulp down several drops of brown, pungent liquid into the decanter.

"Fuck! Cheng Xing, you're really cruel!"

A group of young men started shouting and cursing, but their hands were not idle, and they reached into the boxes at their feet.

Suddenly,

The yellow-green Yanglin fat wine,

Purple imported wine,

Pungent vodka,

Remy Martin XO is so expensive,

A medicinal wine mixed with some animal organs...

They were all poured into the decanter and mixed into a large jar of slightly turbid, pungent liquid with an extremely strange color.

If this jar of liquid is taken out, no normal person would have any desire to taste it, unless it is given to the newlyweds as the soup of life at their wedding.

However, judging from the excited expressions on the faces of the young people who were constantly cheering nearby, these people seemed to be enjoying this self-abuse "challenge" very much, as if it could prove their courage.

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"Three to one!"

"Four five!"

"Five five!"

"Seven sixes!"

"Shit! I don't believe there can be seven sixes out of three sieves... Jump out of the way!"

A young man held the bottle of Louis XIII, blew fiercely, and then slammed it down.

"One, two, three, four... six, seven... exactly seven sixes... Shen Yong, you lost... take it off!"

Another young man opened the dice cup, counted the dice carefully, and then looked very proud!

"Fuck! This is fucking weird. I lost again!"

Shen Yong cursed, glanced at the last thin sweater on his body, gritted his teeth, and took it off with a bachelor look on his face.

A gust of cold wind blew in from the window that was deliberately not closed tightly. Shen Yong, who only had one piece of warm clothing on, shivered immediately and quickly took another sip of wine to warm himself up.

Seeing this, the young man who had just won smiled and said, "Do you want to continue?"

Shen Yong squinted at him and said, "Play, why not play! It's better to lose than to lose the battle... At worst, I can just go out for a walk with my butt naked!"

The young man was delighted. He picked up the bottle in front of him and clinked it with his, then drank the wine in one gulp: "Who the hell wants to see your naked butt? How about this... if you lose again next time, you don't have to take off your clothes. I heard that you recently found a new girlfriend. If you lose, you can give me your girlfriend and let me sleep with you for a day... If you lose once, you sleep for a day. If you lose twice, you sleep for two days. How about that?"

Shen Yong became unhappy when he heard this.

It’s not that he was reluctant to give his girlfriend away. For the second generation of this era, there is a big difference between "partner" and "girlfriend". The former is a formal relationship between a man and a woman, while the latter is nothing more than playing around to get what they want... It’s both ways, just throw a stack of money over and the girlfriend, who he has been playing with for only three months, will agree.

The reason why he was unhappy was because the other party's tone made him certain that he would continue to lose. How could he tolerate this?
He immediately snorted in dissatisfaction: "There's no problem on my side, but what if you're going to lose?"

The young man chuckled again: "That's easy. If I lose, I'll let you sleep with Shasha for one night... How about that, not a loss, right?"

Shen Yong was stunned. He knew who that Sasha was.

To put it bluntly, she is a young wife who takes the initiative to stick to the other person.

Although she is a married young wife, she has a good look and figure. It is said that she is also very good at serving people. If you use her as a bet, it will not be a loss.

Hearing that the two men had changed their bets, the owner of the third set of dice could no longer sit still: "Shen Yong, Liu Tao, why didn't you do this earlier? Three grown men are betting on taking off clothes, how childish!"

"Look, recently two girls have come to my workplace, one is married, the other is single. I've been playing with them for half a year, and I'm getting a little bored. How about I use her as a bet... Hey, Liu Tao, to be honest, I've been eyeing your Sasha for a long time, but I was too embarrassed to ask for her. Now that you're willing to bring her out, I won't hide it."

The young man named Liu Tao waved his hands disapprovingly upon hearing this: "Hey, it's no big deal, why didn't you just say it earlier...Come on, come on, whether to eat meat or be a pimp, it all depends on your hands. If the number of wins and losses is similar, it's not impossible for everyone to get together and be brothers-in-law...Come on, four sixes!!"

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"I've heard of it, but I haven't seen it. Twenty-five thousand miles~"

"Some say it, but no one does it. How do you know it's not easy~"

"Keep your head down, move forward, and find myself~"

"Oh~oh~one, two, three, four, five, six, seven!"

A chaotic bass sound and ghost howls filled the entire yard, wasting the expensive Yamaha audio system and this extremely popular rock song.

However, it was somewhat surprising that the person standing in the corner of the yard, acting crazy and singing rock music with a bass in his hand was not the artistic young man as imagined, but a girl with a fairly decent appearance.

Just one glance at her tight leather jacket that's not cold-resistant, and you'll know this girl has a pretty good figure.

"Zhou Lanlan, I am afraid of you. Would you die if you didn't yell those two times? It would be great if you could come over and have a drink and eat meat with me. Why do you have to pretend to be an artistic young woman... Is that cool or not!?"

Several young people started to complain about not using the heated kangs in the living rooms and insisting on barbecuing on piles of stones in the courtyard in the cold weather.

The girl named Zhou Lanlan was unhappy when she heard that. She pressed her right hand hard on the bass. When the others' ears were blocked by the electric sound, she proudly released her fingers and said, "You idiots don't know anything! I haven't touched these instruments for almost half a year. If I don't take advantage of today's free time to have some fun, when will I have to wait?"

A young man curled his lips and said, "Who can be blamed for this? Who told you to secretly ask for leave from work and run to the capital to play in a band, and then play for more than three months?"

Another young man took over the conversation: "If you really were playing in a band, it would be fine, just as a pursuit of art, but you weren't playing in a band in the capital, you were just playing with men... There were four men and one woman in the band, and all four men were slept with by the same woman. No wonder your mother brought you back!"

It was clearly a taboo topic in this era, but Zhou Lanlan acted as if no one cared. She rolled her eyes and said, "You know shit. That's called rock art! The exchange of rock art! Do you understand!?"

The young man who answered the question first showed a disapproving expression on his face, then took out a cigarette from his pocket and threw it over: "The people here in Dongying are all country bumpkins, they don't understand your art... I only know that you are being controlled by your mother so strictly that you don't even dare to smoke!"

After saying that, he took out a box of chewing gum from his pocket and threw it over: "Come over quickly to smoke, drink and eat meat. Don't worry, chew two pieces after smoking, your mother won't notice!"

The one called Zhou Lanlan took the cigarette with a look of joy on her face, then dropped her bass and came over. After lighting it, she took a puff with great satisfaction, but complained in dissatisfaction: "Why is it so boring... It's boring!"

The young man who threw the cigarette over rolled his eyes and said, "Big sister, this is the headquarters, who the hell dares to bring food here? They will eat peanuts!"

Zhou Lanlan sneered, "You can't bring hard stuff, but there's nothing to be afraid of with soft stuff! Zhang Bangchui, let me tell you, when I was in the capital, I smoked soft stuff every day, and that feeling... was so comfortable!"

The young man called Zhang Bangchui was stunned, obviously unable to imagine what that felt like.

The other young man smiled wickedly: "Xiao Lanlan, do you mean that you felt very comfortable smoking the soft stuff, or that you felt very comfortable being served by the men in your band after smoking the soft stuff?"

Zhou Lanlan chuckled twice: "It's all very comfortable."

After saying that, her eyes rolled around: "Speaking of which, after being caught by my mom, I haven't touched a man for half a year. I finally let him go today... Anyway, no one will come to eat barbecue, how about we find a place to have fun?"

As she spoke, she flicked the ash off her cigarette in a cool manner, her face full of dissatisfaction: "My mom said that she would change my unit in the spring and find me an honest man to marry. I feel unhappy just thinking about it... Anyway, the three of us have known each other since high school, so we are not strangers. Sisters, I have learned a lot of moves by myself in the capital, and today I will let you see them!"

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Since today's gathering is for the second generation who are not valued by their families to keep in touch with each other, Song Wenxuan will naturally not show up, but Zhuo Mali is among them.

This is actually not surprising. Although they are not the focus of family training, they are, after all, the second generation with the support of their father. Regardless of the considerations, this group has a rigid need to promote mutual affection... even if their elders may be mortal enemies.

She actually didn't want to come. Didn't she notice that apart from Miss Mu, Lin Luosu and the others didn't come either?
Once you have a new direction, a new world where you can develop freely, who would want to roll around in the mud all day?
However, unlike Miss Mu who has her own man to rely on, and Miss Eggplant who has a powerful maternal family to back her up, she has her own reasons for coming.

"Come on, Sister Zhuo, let me toast you. Among all the peers in our command center, there is no one else who can help us to be proud like Sister Zhuo!"

In a room that was deliberately decorated in a simple northwestern nomadic style, a young man who looked about the same age as Zhuomali, or even a little older, stood up and cut a piece of back meat from the roasted whole lamb in the middle kang pit and put it in Zhuomali's bowl, then raised the wine glass with a smile. Judging from Zhuomali's already red face and the drunken faces of the men and women who were urging her to drink, everyone in the room had already drunk a lot.

Sitting on the floor, Zhuo Mali secretly glanced at the still open door, but the sense of crisis in her heart did not disappear at all.

Although the second generation gathered together to play together in order to keep in touch, they never closed the doors of their rooms in the yard when they gathered, so that they could visit each other from room to room.

But she knew that this small room was not in a remote location and no one would dare to enter.

the reason is simple……

Even among the second generation who were not specially trained by their families, there is still a very clear hierarchical division among them due to the differences in their parents' positions.

For example, the group of people drinking in the hall, their parents are mostly ordinary department-level cadres;

For example, Zhou Lanlan, who had been standing in the corner of the yard and yelling, had a mother who was a powerful official;
For example, Shen Yong and others who were shaking dice in the room, their parents were ordinary deputy hall managers;

In this room that looks full of the atmosphere of the wilderness, anyone who can sit down to drink and eat roasted whole lamb must have a father who is at least a deputy director with real power.

As for the young man who presented meat and toasted to her, he was actually a little older than her but called her Sister Zhuo. He was even more powerful. His father was even half a level higher than Zhuo Mali's father... If this guy wasn't really a hopeless person, he would never show up at such a social gathering for the second generation of good-for-nothings.

Although I know that this guy has ulterior motives, I have to admit that his reason for toasting is indeed hard to refuse.

As a non-key training target, among the second generation in the entire command center, except for Miss Mu, there is really no one else who can make such a big fuss like Zhuo Mali in the past year, and even attracted local competent departments to come and "snatch" her. Her achievements are even more eye-catching than that guy Song Wenxuan;
To some extent, Zhuo Mali, who had been unknown for several years, did bring honor to the group of useless second-generation employees in the headquarters. They could even openly say to their parents, "See Sister Zhuo... It's not that I'm a hopeless person, but you didn't give me a chance to display my talents outside the oil system."

As for why they didn't use Miss Mu, whose actual achievements were even more impressive, as a representative or example...

The reasons behind this are somewhat complicated, so we won’t go into them for now.

In short, no matter how unwilling Zhuo Mali was, unless she planned to never have anything to do with these second-generations again, she would definitely not hurt the collective feelings of these people and would refuse the glass of wine.

So she had no choice but to raise the cup in front of her and drink it in one gulp, urged by the others.

Damn it, the first few cups were Wuliangye, but this one was changed to Xifeng Liquor, two completely different flavors of liquor after drinking... The other party was determined to get him drunk!

Even though Northeastern women are naturally able to drink a pound of alcohol, after drinking a glass of 65-proof liquor, they still felt dizzy and their bodies couldn't help but sway slightly.

Seeing this, Kong Jie smiled, sat cross-legged again, cut a lamb rib for himself, and then asked curiously, "Sister Zhuo, your husband still didn't come back for the New Year this year?"

Zhuo Mali's expression remained unchanged. When she was about to speak, a woman in her mid-twenties in the same room pouted her lips first: "What are you talking about? You haven't been back for more than four years. Can you come back this year?"

After saying that, she looked at Zhuo Mali with an indignant look on her face: "Sister Zhuo, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but whose man wouldn't be seen for several years in a row... If it were me, you two should just get divorced!"

Kong Jie glared at the woman in dissatisfaction: "Xiao Mei, don't talk nonsense. With Uncle Zhuo and Sister Zhuo's status, how can they just divorce? Isn't this harming them? If they really divorce, how will the organization view Uncle Zhuo and Sister Zhuo?"

After saying that, she shook her head, her tone full of emotion: "But Sister Zhuo's days of living a widowhood should be coming to an end... Your husband has been wandering abroad all the time, from Africa to South America to the Middle East, he has traveled half of the world;"

"It just so happens that the ministry is planning to dispatch personnel to the Middle East. With such an experienced son-in-law, Uncle Zhuo will definitely be given special consideration by the organization, and he may even lead the team directly... By then, Sister Zhuo will be able to go out with them, and the couple will be able to meet each other, right?"

After these words were spoken, even though Zhuo Mali had strong self-control, she couldn't help but change color slightly.

The woman named Xiaomei was not convinced: "It's fine to go abroad to Europe, America or an island country, but what about going to the Middle East? There are continuous bombings over there now. What if we get bombed?"

"Besides, this trip is not an easy one. We may have to stay in the barren desert of the Middle East for a year or two. We may even have to go to Africa after we are done. We are doing well in China. Why should we go there to suffer and take risks?"

After saying that, he leaned his chin towards Zhuo Mali with an indignant look on his face: "Right, Sister Zhuo!?"

Zhuo Mali looked at the two people singing the same tune. Although she always had a smile on her face, there was a trace of anger and gloom in her eyes, and even her chest was heaving violently.

She knew that this woman named Xiaomei was singing in coordination with Kong Jie, and she also knew what Kong Jie wanted to do. She even knew that everyone in the room knew what Kong Jie was thinking.

But she sadly discovered that even if she could see through other people's thoughts, she could not bring up the topic or walk away.

There was no way. Who could blame the situation for being stronger than the person? Who could blame her father for encountering such a thing when his career was obviously going downhill?

Thinking of this, Zhuo Mali suppressed her drunkenness and smiled faintly: "Actually, it's not that dangerous. It is said that the fighting in the Middle East is almost over. It's just a trip there, and it may not be that dangerous... Besides, this is a task assigned by the organization. If the organization really intends to let my dad and I go, then we can't disobey, right?"

Kong Jie shook his head in disagreement. "There are missiles flying all over the Middle East right now. Looking at the situation, how can it be so easy to end it immediately? Missiles don't have eyes. Once they are fired, the whole building will be gone. How can there be safety over there?"

"Besides, everyone knows what kind of people the American soldiers are like. If we run into them by accident, anything could happen!"

Hearing Kong Jie's words, Zhuo Mali's face couldn't help but turn pale.

As Kong Jie said, this modern war in the Persian Gulf has completely shattered their impression of war. The various tragic scenes on TV really frightened her.
Moreover, as the second generation, they have much more information channels and obviously know much more about many things than the current people. She naturally knows what the "coalition" headed by America is like, and she also knows what risks and accidents she will encounter if she accidentally meets them with her looks and figure.

Seeing this, Kong Jie's eyes flashed with a hint of pride, but his expression was full of sighs: "Although the organization has its own considerations, the so-called law is nothing more than human feelings. Although Uncle Zhuo has rich relevant experience and a son-in-law who is familiar with the situation in various countries as a helper, it is very likely that he will be selected to join the group and even lead the team. However... Uncle Zhuo is Uncle Zhuo, and Sister Zhuo is Sister Zhuo. Sister Zhuo, you don't necessarily need to go to the Middle East with this group. After all, you have been separated from your husband for more than four years, and you don't contact him normally. You don't understand the situation in the Middle East, and you may not be able to play a big role if you go!"

At this point, he glanced at Zhuo Mali, whose explosive figure looked even more exaggerated due to the violent rise and fall of her chest. A hint of warmth flashed through his eyes, but a hint of worry appeared on his face.
"But the organization doesn't know about your situation, Sister Zhuo. They probably think that since your husband has been traveling abroad, you should be familiar with the situation and customs in the Middle East... Nowadays, there are very few people in the country who are familiar with foreign situations, and even fewer who understand the situation in the Middle East. Therefore, facing such a major issue, they naturally cannot easily abandon a talent like you."

After saying that, Kong Jie sighed: "Although Uncle Zhuo can explain the situation to the organization, he is one of the most popular candidates after all. Therefore, if you explain the situation on behalf of Sister Zhuo, others may not believe you. They may even think that Uncle Zhuo has selfish motives or even has a problem with his position. That would be a big trouble!"

Zhuo Mali's face couldn't help but turn even paler, and the others nodded in agreement.

It is an eternal truth for this group that the parties involved do not defend themselves, especially when it comes to such an important matter that is accompanied by huge risks. Otherwise, things are likely to slide into an unpredictable unknown... Who doesn't have a few mortal enemies who want to trip you up at any time these days? Not to mention a cadre of Zhuo's father's level.

Kong Jie found that the peach's aura had been depressed to the point where he could take advantage of her, so he waved his hand and said, "However, although Uncle Zhuo is not convenient to explain the situation for you, Sister Zhuo, and even Uncle Mu and Uncle Lin are not suitable to speak up because they are too close to Uncle Zhuo, the others can do it for you... Of course, the prerequisite is that the person who explains the situation for Uncle Zhuo must first be qualified to explain the situation to the organization."

Kong Jie nodded secretly at the peach, and said with a complacent tone: "In theory, it is very difficult to find such a person, but fortunately this matter is directly related to our oil system, so as long as my father explains the situation to the organization, I believe the organization will not be so stubborn and insist on letting you, an irrelevant person, go to the Middle East with the group."

Sighing and shaking his head, Kong Jie looked at Zhuo Mali sincerely, "Although I am a useless son and often make my father angry, blood is thicker than water after all. As long as I kneel down and beg my father and explain the situation, my father will surely speak for Uncle Zhuo and explain your situation to the organization."

"so……"

"Sister Zhuo, after the meeting, let's go see my dad and explain the situation... After all, we grew up in the same compound and have known each other for so many years. I really can't bear to see you go abroad and take such a big risk!"

Watching Kong Jie's heartfelt performance, Zhuo Mali's eyes showed a hint of sarcasm.

I'll go with you to ask your dad for help later?

I'm afraid he's waiting to get me drunk, then strip me naked and throw me onto the bed?

However, she had no doubt that if Kong Jie succeeded, he would ask his father for help.

The reason is very simple. Although this guy had evil intentions towards me a long time ago, his half-intimidation and half-temptation behavior today was not because of lust.

Beautiful women are not a scarce resource for people from a family like Kong Jie. As long as he wants, he can even find a woman who is younger, prettier and has a better figure than himself to be his mistress.

However, it is easy to find a beautiful mistress, but it is difficult to find a mistress who can bring great benefits to his career or even help him get out of trouble.

And having proven my ability through last year's work, I am the best candidate that the other party can see.

It just so happened that near the end of the year, my father and I suddenly encountered such an unexpected and almost force majeure event. If I didn't take advantage of such a good opportunity and take it down, then the other party would be completely hopeless.

snort!
There is always trouble around a widow. I haven’t even become a real widow yet, but so many people are already eyeing me?
A feeling of sadness welled up in Zhuomali's heart.

Presumably, there are many people in the command center who want their father to go abroad as soon as possible, but there are definitely more than just Kong Jie who want to take advantage of me, right?

Ah……

Is this what it means when everyone pushes down the wall?
Thinking of this, Zhuomali, who was already feeling a little dizzy, felt anxious.

People have pushed the issue to this point, and whether you agree or refuse, it will cause a huge chain reaction.

Didn’t he slip away halfway and leave a message to that guy? Why hasn’t he shown up yet?

Could it be that he was afraid that his wife would misunderstand him, so he didn't plan to come?
But I also left a message to his wife. Given how smart his wife is, she should know that I urgently need help today!

Could it be that that guy is directionally blind and can't find the way at all?

How to do?
If you delay it too long, it will be equivalent to rejection, and then you will be in trouble!
Just when Zhuomali was extremely anxious, there was a sudden commotion outside the yard.

"Hey, who are you? Did I invite you in? Why did you just come in without saying anything?"

"Hey! Stop! I'm calling you, I'm telling you to stop!"

"Hey~! You're still so stunned. Do you know who we are? Believe it or not, I'll kill you!!"

As threatening voices rang out one after another, a person strode past the door with great speed and then stopped. Someone took two steps back, stuck his head inside, and then visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

"My name is Yang Mo, Yang in Yang Mo, Mo in Yang Mo... You are welcome to come and kill me."

Yang Mo had a faint expression on his face as he spoke to the young men who had caught up with him.

Yang... Mo?

Hearing this name which has become famous within the headquarters in the past two years, especially this year, all the second-generations were shocked. The young men who were originally chasing at full speed stopped abruptly, with the wine bottles in their hands floating in the air, unable to raise or put them down.

"You are... Mr. Yang from Dahua Company?"

The one who asked the question was Kong Jie who was in the room.

Although Yang Mo was of similar age to them, and even younger than some of them, they did not dare to address the son-in-law of the Mu family as an equal when they were really together... He was a tough guy who could sit at the table with their own fathers and chat and laugh cheerfully. Many fathers even had to take the initiative to greet him when they saw him, and they even had to worry that this guy would crush their fathers to death without paying attention; who were they to be, to address him as an equal?

Although Kong Jie's father's rank is half a level higher than Yang's father-in-law and is definitely a top figure in the command center, he does not have the courage to call him by his name. Yang Mo's power does not come from Mu Siyuan, not to mention that he is a junior whom Mr. Zhao admires very much. Even if there is no such relationship, his father is determined not to make enemies with this young man who has an increasing influence on the command center.

Therefore, Kong Jie cleverly used the title "Mr. Yang", which both showed respect and did not weaken his own reputation.

However, when he heard Yang Mo's name for the first time, he jumped up from the ground in shock but then stopped abruptly. At this moment, one leg was half-crossed on the ground while the other leg was propped up. The way he stood in mid-air was really funny.

Yang Mo glanced at him calmly and nodded slightly: "Dahua Company... Yang Mo."

Even if he admitted his identity in a perfunctory manner.

After saying that, his eyes fell on Zhuo Mali, who was already a little unstable. He frowned slightly, walked over, and in the envious eyes of a group of men, he directly helped her up and held her in his arms.

The irony was that Zhuo Mali, a mature woman who had been a widow for more than four years but had never shown any kindness to others, did not resist at all and just snuggled in Yang Mo's arms like a kitten.

Glancing at the few second-generations still gathered at the door, Yang Mo turned his head and quietly looked at Kong Jie, whose face changed drastically, and the people in the room whose expressions suddenly became unnatural;

Open your mouth slightly...

"roll!"

(End of this chapter)