A perfect life begins with changing the timeline.

"Brother Da Ming."

"Um."

Seeing Dong Huaiming walk in, Li Mu smiled and waved.

Both men were wearing shirts and dress pants, but Dong Huaiming's attire looked more formal than his.

However, the restaurant where the two were located, which specialized in chicken hot pot, was filled with all sorts of people from all walks of life, so their appearance wasn't exaggerated.

Last time, Dong Huaiming himself said that he didn't like eating at fancy restaurants.

I just love going to crowded restaurants.

The more people there are, the more lively it is.

Therefore, Li Mu chose this clay pot chicken hot pot restaurant, which is quite famous in Tianhe District, as the restaurant today. In addition, he handed the Moutai to the waiter in advance and asked him to pour it into the pot that was supposed to be used for beer.

A pot of Moutai, two dispensing vessels, and two wine cups.

Aside from the wine being a bit yellower than normal, you couldn't tell what the two of them were drinking at all.

"Want some baijiu?"

After Dong Huaiming sat down, looking at the scene, he smiled and said:

"Looks like I'll be able to get a good night's sleep tonight."

Li Mu asked, puzzled:

"Brother Da Ming, haven't you been getting enough rest lately?"

"Ugh."

Dong Huaiming let out a long sigh:

"Your sister Weiwei is having really bad morning sickness. She was okay at the hospital during the day, but after she got home... sigh, my life is so hard, Xiao Li!"

"Well……"

Seeing his long sighs and lamentations, Li Mu inexplicably felt like laughing.

"Isn't Sister Weiwei usually quite good-tempered?"

"good?"

Dong Huaiming gave him a look that said, "You're still too young," and then poured himself a glass of wine without saying a word.

"Come on, have a drink with me first, then I'll tell you everything. It's so bitter, Xiao Li! I'm really suffering..."

"Ha, okay. Brother Da Ming, thank you."

The two drank the first cup of wine, and then Li Mu began to put the thinly sliced ​​chicken into the pot.

Just then, Dong Huaiming's phone rang.

After glancing at it, he answered the call immediately:

"Hey, my dear wife, greetings!"

Li Mu's lips twitched.

He thought to himself, "Brother, could you be any more humble?"

Then I heard the other person say:

"Uh...yes, it's just me and Xiao Li, we're eating right now."

"We ate hot pot."

"...Huh? Well... okay, then come over here."

"Should I pick you up?"

"……good."

The call ended quickly. While sending the address to his wife, Dong Huaiming said to Li Mu:

"She'll be here in a bit. I guess she'll want to eat this too."

"OK."

Li Mu responded, and after editing the message, Dong Huaiming thought for a moment and asked:

"What brings you here today? Let's talk quickly, or we won't be able to talk when she gets here."

Upon hearing this, Li Mu understood what it meant.

Clearly, Weiwei was unaware of the conversation the two were having about the former director.

So he went straight to the point:

"Brother Da Ming, out of the fifteen salespeople in our company's GG department, six have been promoted to full-time positions."

"You've already been promoted to a full-time position?"

"Yes, and then this happened... I have a junior colleague who happened to be one of the six people who stayed. Didn't all of them hand in a bank card during their internships?"

"Yes, you mentioned that last time."

"Yes, and then... a kid got curious about what our company was doing with this card, so he went to the bank to check the transaction history, and then he got fired..."

After recounting the story of that stubborn intern, Li Mu added:

"After being officially hired, all the interns had a get-together, and this guy went too. At the dinner table, he mentioned that the company used their credit cards to pay GG's commission..."

"..."

While these things were being discussed, Dong Huaiming remained silent, simply listening and nodding.

After Li Mu finished speaking, he thought for a moment before asking:

"So, these interns all knew?"

"Yes, and then my junior asked me if that was the case. After I said yes, he asked me: 'Senior, do you think this is unreliable, so you're not doing it? After all, he was able to get a permanent position because of the sponsorship I got him.' After I said yes, he planned to switch to another position."

"I see."

Dong Huaiming nodded:

"That's definitely the right thing to do. After all, just like you told him, there's a big difference between provincial government agencies and private companies... By the way, does your junior have the contact information for that person who got fired?"

Li Mu's mind raced, and he nodded:

"Yes. Do you want it, Brother Da Ming? If so, I'll have him give it to me?"

"Not for now."

Dong Huaiming smiled and waved his hand:

"As long as you have a way to contact me, that's fine. Your sister Weiwei has been having really bad morning sickness lately. People say that if you're past three months pregnant and the morning sickness is still so bad, you're probably going to be vomiting from beginning to end. For me, waiting for the little one to be born is more important than anything else right now."

"Haha, definitely."

Li Mu already understood what he meant.

Thinking about it, that makes sense. Indeed, children are more important than anything else.

"Right now, Weiwei, we need to maintain a good mood and take good care of your pregnancy, right?"

"Yeah...sigh, it's been so tough, Xiao Li."

"Haha, I could tell..."

The two raised their glasses again.

After the matter was discussed, the meal turned into a normal eating and drinking session.

Then, Zhang Wei, dressed in loose clothes, wearing a baseball cap and a mask, walked in.

"Hey Li, hello there."

Looking at Zhang Wei, whose face now showed a hint of maternal warmth, Li Mu smiled and said:

"Sister Weiwei, you look even more beautiful."

"Go away, stop talking nonsense. I've gained ten pounds already, don't flatter me. Let me tell you first, my morning sickness is really bad, I might throw up in the pot any second now."

Hearing his wife's words, Dong Huaiming was speechless:

"You're disgusting."

"Hehe... Oh dear, I want to drink too."

Zhang Wei glanced at their cups with a hint of longing, then sighed helplessly and raised his hand high:

"Boss, a carton of yogurt!"

Then, she took out a small bottle from her crossbody bag. It contained a clear liquid, which she squeezed into her hand and quickly rubbed together.

"Hand cream?"

Li Mu was somewhat curious.

Zhang Wei shook his head:

"No, it's hand sanitizer gel. Do you want some?"

Li Mu took the small bottle with great curiosity. After glancing at it, he squeezed out some and rubbed it in his hand... It felt like pectin, but it evaporated very quickly. He had just applied some to the back of his hand when it became cool, and the gelatinous texture almost disappeared.

"Sister Weiwei, do you have OCD?"

"No, but you need to be careful lately. Xiao Li, you too."

Zhang Wei rubbed his hands together and carefully instructed:

"The flu season is starting soon, especially among children. Our pediatric respiratory ward is overflowing. Please be very careful, okay?"

"It's okay, I'm in good physical condition, and besides, it's not cold here."

"That's different. The flu is a virus, not something like catching a cold... Haven't you seen? I wear a mask and this hand sanitizer wherever I go now."

"Then I'll go buy a few bottles later."

"No need. Come to the hospital whenever you're free, and I'll get you a few bottles. Also, keep masks at home. You need to have these preventative items on hand. You're a reporter, you're always traveling, so you're more likely to get infected."

"Okay, sis, I got it."

Li Mu nodded, but while he said that, he didn't really take it to heart.

The flu is just a cold.

A few pills will do the trick, or at worst, an IV drip.

Zhang Wei picked up a piece of tender chicken with her chopsticks, dipped it in ginger paste, and began to eat.

While eating, he suddenly remembered something and said:

"Oh right, Xiao Li, you can come to our hospital for an interview."

"?"

Li Mu was taken aback.

"What kind of interview?"

"Respiratory diseases and the flu are always in the news. I've interviewed people about them before. If you come, I'll arrange for you to interview Director Zhong from our Respiratory Disease Research Institute. He's very famous and a leading expert in the country. You can interview him and also urge everyone to take preventative measures. That's part of the mission."

If someone else had said this to Li Mu, he might not have believed it.

But he believed what Sister Weiwei said.

Because the old director has decades of work experience, he can't be wrong.

So Li Mu readily agreed:

"Sure, Weiwei, could you help me arrange this? I think this news is definitely valuable."

"Of course. Usually, this task is assigned by the city, and every year around this time, we urge everyone to take timely precautions. It's just that other people will only interview people from the Health Commission or ordinary doctors. I'm arranging for Director Chung to interview you. His words are more authoritative, and the news value is definitely greater."

Hearing this, Li Mu smiled and nodded, then picked up his wine glass:

"Brother Ming, cheers!"

"...Why are you two talking and I'm being dragged into this?"

"Weiwei can't drink alcohol, so you can drink it for her."

"All right……"

The two wine cups bumped together again.

And so, a pot of chicken stew and half a jin of wine for each person.

It was hot and comforting, and I enjoyed the meal very much.

After the three of them came out, Zhang Wei, holding her husband's hand, said:

"Xiao Li, let me take you."

"No need, Sister Weiwei, I'll just take a taxi. You should go back and rest."

"That's fine. Remember to buy plenty of hand sanitizer and masks. The flu isn't serious, but it can be quite unpleasant if you get infected."

"Okay, I'll go buy it right away."

Li Mu pointed to the pharmacy across the street that was still open and waved with a smile.

So, after watching the couple drive away, he went into the pharmacy, bought two bottles of this medical gel, and a few of the most expensive ones, called N95 masks.

I must say, it's quite expensive.

This thing is actually an imported product.

One box contains twenty pieces, and one box costs eighty-five yuan.

Li Mu was probably really drunk, and he blurted out something casually:

"Take four boxes."

Then, carrying a plastic bag of masks and hand sanitizer, I hailed a taxi and headed home.