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He had no choice but to stop and turn to the group of girls, smiling as he made his promise.

"Okay, you guys have fun first. I'll definitely come back and play cards with you guys after I finish what I'm doing!"

The girls laughed and cheered as they watched the three men push open the door and walk out of the staff dormitory.

Once outside, Lin Chen lowered his voice and approached Wang Musheng with a smile, asking him a question.

"How's it going, bro? Looked around the dorms, all these girls, anyone you're interested in?"

Wang Xiaomeng also stepped forward, smiling and striking up a conversation, showing exceptional thoughtfulness.

"Yeah, brother, don't be shy. My group of sisters are all hardworking and reliable girls. They are all trustworthy in character and personality. If any of them can marry you, they can enjoy a life of luxury in the city. If you have your eye on any of them, I'll help you make the connection."

Wang Musheng blushed slightly at what was said, chuckled, and was deeply moved.

"You guys are really too kind, you handled this so well, giving me so many young girls all at once. I didn't dare to look closely just now, afraid of scaring them... But they all seem pretty good, reliable and pleasing to the eye. Let's take it slow, relationships take time!"

In the center of the courtyard, a folding table was set up with tea and washed fruit. When Chang Gui, Accountant Xu, Liu Da Nao, and Wang Lao Qi saw them come out, they immediately got up to greet them.

"Musheng, sit down and rest for a while, drink some water to cool off."

Wang Musheng sat down, picked up his teacup, took a sip, cleared his throat, and said solemnly:

"After visiting Xiaomeng's factory, I was deeply moved and inspired to write a poem to express my feelings!"

The people present exchanged glances upon hearing this, not understanding what he wanted to do. Liu Da Nao reacted the fastest, immediately raising his hand to clap, his face full of flattery.

"We must do it! You all don't know, but our CEO Wang is incredibly talented. He's a master poet, able to compose poems on the spot with profound skill!"

Wang Musheng was pleased with what he heard. He cleared his throat smugly, shook his head, and slowly recited what he had just thought of:

"Getting rich is the goal"

Xiao Meng is a good young man.

Who says women are inferior to men...?

After reciting the first three sentences, he suddenly got stuck. He opened his mouth for a long time, his brows furrowed tightly, and he racked his brains, but he just couldn't squeeze out the last sentence.

The courtyard fell silent instantly. Everyone stared at him expectantly, and no one dared to make a sound to disturb him. The atmosphere was slightly awkward.

Seeing his frustrated expression, Lin Chen couldn't help but laugh and get up.

"You guys keep chatting, I'm going back to my room to look up some information on my computer. Just call me when you're leaving."

Wang Xiaomeng also stood up and spoke with a gentle smile.

"I'll go fix Chen Ge's computer; he can't figure out this one at home."

The two of them walked quietly into the inner room where Wang Xiaomeng lived, one after the other.

After closing the door, Lin Chen lay down on the kang (a heated brick bed), stretched, and felt completely relaxed.

Wang Xiaomeng smiled and sat down next to him, gently massaging his thigh as she whispered teasingly:

"Your older brother is really something else. He can even get stuck while composing poetry, struggling for ages to come up with the next line."

Lin Chen reached out and put his arm around her waist, gently pulling her into his embrace, chuckling softly:

"Ignore them, let him think it over. It's a good opportunity for us to take a break."

The curtains were drawn inside, letting in soft sunlight. The two snuggled together, listening to the subtle sounds from the courtyard outside, whispering a few words, and occasionally playfully teasing each other, enjoying a rare moment of peace and quiet.

An hour passed in the blink of an eye, and it was still quiet outside. It was obvious that Wang Musheng was still struggling to come up with the last line of the poem in the courtyard, unable to do so for a long time.

Wang Musheng frowned, scratching his head repeatedly, pacing back and forth, before finally sitting back down, racking his brains for words, but he couldn't come up with a suitable last sentence.

Chang Gui and Accountant Xu sat to the side, holding their teacups, barely daring to make a sound, for fear of disturbing him.

Only Liu Da Nao, who hadn't slept enough in the morning, started to feel sleepy as he sat there. His head gradually became heavy, his eyelids drooped, and his body slowly leaned towards Wang Musheng.

With a muffled thud, Liu Da Tou's body tilted to the side, and he and his chair fell to the ground, landing hard on the folding table.

The teapot and fruit plate on the table overturned instantly, spilling tea all over Liu Da Tou and scattering fruit all over the floor.

"Oh dear! Oh my god!"

Startled, Wang Musheng quickly jumped aside to avoid the scattered tea and fruit.

Liu Da Nao got up from the ground in a daze, rubbing his sleepy eyes, looking completely bewildered.

"Mom? Did I just fall asleep? How did I end up on the floor...?"

Wang Musheng glared at him, his face turning green, and scolded him impatiently:

"Look at yourself! How embarrassing! You can fall asleep in front of the village officials, what were you doing last night?!"

Hearing the commotion outside, Lin Chen and Wang Xiaomeng, who were inside the inner room, immediately came out. Wang Xiaomeng casually straightened her shirt behind them.

Lin Chen asked:

"What happened? That loud bang startled me."

"It's nothing, it's nothing. Assistant Liu was so engrossed in listening to the poetry that he lost his balance and fell. It's nothing, nothing at all."

Lin Chen walked up to Wang Musheng and joked with him.

"What's wrong, bro? You've been thinking about this for so long, and you still haven't come up with the last sentence?"

Wang Musheng scratched his head, looking both amused and exasperated.

"That's right, we've been stuck here for ages, and nothing just feels right, it's missing something."

"Read it again from the beginning, and I'll give you some advice."

Wang Musheng cleared his throat and, with a serious, slurred speech, read it again:

"Getting rich is the goal, and Xiao Meng is a good young man. Who says women are inferior to men...?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Chen blurted out the last sentence.

"That's really something!"

Wang Musheng's eyes lit up instantly. He slapped his thigh and immediately started showing off to everyone, a smug grin on his face:

"Look! That's why we're brothers! We think exactly the same way! I had this sentence on the tip of my tongue, but I just couldn't say it! Yes! That's it, it's amazing! Great poem! Excellent!"

Liu Da Nao immediately seized the opportunity to cheer him on, clapping enthusiastically.

"What a wonderful poem! Absolutely wonderful! The parallelism is perfect, and the imagery is exquisite! Mr. Wang's literary talent is truly remarkable, he's amazing!"

Chang Gui and Accountant Xu looked delighted, but they also nodded in agreement, and the courtyard instantly returned to its lively atmosphere.

The group left the bean product factory and slowly walked up the winding mountain road behind the mountain.

The sky was high and the air was crisp. The mountain breeze felt cool on my face. The higher I climbed, the brighter the view became. When I reached the top of the mountain, the entire scenery of Ivory Mountain was spread out before my eyes.

The mountains are covered with lush vegetation, and the fields below are golden yellow, with corn and other crops ripe and ready to be harvested. The mountain breeze blows through the forest, making people feel light and refreshed, sweeping away all fatigue.

Wang Musheng spread his arms and spun half a circle on the spot, unable to help but exclaim in admiration:

"What a wonderful place! Look at these mountains, these trees, this terrain—it's all natural scenery. It's perfect for ecotourism, much better than those fake tourist attractions in the city that are built with money!"

He squatted down, grabbed a handful of soil from his feet, glanced up at the deep mountain hollow, then turned to look at Liu Da Nao beside him, his tone becoming serious:

"Go back and quickly come up with a preliminary plan. This place has great potential. If you plan it well, it's bound to be a hit."

Liu Da Nao quickly pulled out his notebook and wrote it down, bowing and scraping as he said:

"Don't worry, Mr. Wang, I'll go back and work overtime to write the report, and I guarantee it will be very clear and detailed."

The group chatted about other things while enjoying the breeze at the mountaintop for about an hour before leisurely descending. Halfway down, Lin Chen smiled and urged them to stay.

"Brother, don't leave tonight. Stay at my place and get a good night's rest. You can take your time exploring tomorrow."

Wang Musheng waved his hand and smiled helplessly:

"No way, bro, I don't want to leave either. I want to play cards, but I have to get back tonight. This time it's too rushed. Next time I'll make time in advance and come over to stay for a few more days so I can spend more time with you."

Seeing this, Chang Gui quickly stepped forward to speak:

"Musheng, it's rare for you to come back to the village. No matter how busy you are, you must have a hot meal before you leave. Your aunt has been busy preparing food at home for a long time. She specially stewed our local chicken and fresh wild vegetables. It's all authentic farm-style flavor. You must try it."

Unable to refuse such hospitality, Wang Musheng nodded with a smile:

"Alright, then I'll trouble you, Uncle and Aunt. We can chat about village affairs in more detail while we eat."

……

A few days later, the fields and roadsides were bustling with the autumn harvest, and villagers were working everywhere, creating a lively atmosphere.

The sky was high and the clouds were light, and the autumn wind was blowing gently. The men, women, and children of the village were all busy working in the fields.

The corn on the hillside, with its plump, bulging ears, looks delightful.

The villagers bent over and moved through the furrows, the sound of husking corn rising and falling. In the blink of an eye, the corn was piled up into small mountains. The cart owner cracked his long whip, the crisp sound echoing across the fields. Donkey carts and horse-drawn carts rustled through the mud, slowly moving forward, fully loaded with the harvest.

The village's teenagers followed behind the adults, picking up fallen corncobs, munching on sweet stalks, their laughter and playful shouts echoing throughout the village.