Chapter 55

It was almost autumn, and Zhan Mu had brought summer clothes with him in town. The weather was getting colder, so he had to go home and get some winter clothes. He woke up early, gave Lu Chao a brief goodbye kiss, and left.

It has been a long time since I went back to Wanzhou. After seeing too much rural scenery, Zhan Mu even felt as if he was in another world when he saw the tall buildings. Luxury cars passed by from time to time. He sighed and looked at the bus he was riding. He couldn't help feeling depressed by the gap between reality and reality, and felt sad and wanted to cry.

Despite this, Zhan Mu also wondered, if he had money, should he buy a car or a house first? Furthermore, if he never made enough money from this business, what else should he do to make a fortune?

He got off the bus with such a mood. His residential complex was nearby, with ordinary commercial houses. They had lived here for almost ten years. The property was a bit dilapidated, and there was almost no green space in the community. Over time, the environment became bad.

Zhan Mu looked at it, closed his eyes with a hint of displeasure, and even asked himself again, shouldn't I go back to the countryside? Perhaps going to a big city would be better for development? Alas, I was so confused.

After entering the residential complex, Zhan Mu deliberately didn't pass by his father's supermarket, not wanting to run into him, and went straight home. However, what he feared came true, and he ran into his father head-on at the corner of the stairs.

"You're back?" Zhan's father's expression was dull, with two packs of cigarettes in his hand. He must have gone home to restock the store because it wasn't full. He asked him, "Didn't you start a business in the countryside? You've become rich."

Zhan Mu felt unhappy when he heard the tone of his father's voice.

"Well, I came back to get some clothes." Zhan Mu said. He had nothing in his hands and thought that since he had bumped into someone, he couldn't avoid it. So he followed his father with a shy face and a smile, saying in a gentle tone, "Dad, how is your business lately? It's been a while since I last visited your store."

Zhan Mu admitted that his desire to become a big boss was due to watching his father run the supermarket since he was a child. Although it was not a big business, he was influenced by his father and was born with the spirit of a businessman.

Zhan's father: "Then why don't you work with me? You didn't know we were getting the goods yesterday, but you had to come back today? Really? What's yours is yours, and what's mine is mine. People like you have always been like this since you were little, and you know the difference very well."

Zhan Mu pouted, a little annoyed, but replied with an awkward smile: "That's true. You can usually run this store by yourself. I don't think having more people will reduce the workload..."

His father continued, "You can't see a way out. Then why don't you help me wipe the dust off the supermarket shelves? Are you tired of riding a tricycle with all the deliveries? Oh, you always are. You never care about the things going on around the house. You only care about yourself, and you say we're partial to your sister. If you think you can do it, go do your job."

A dead mouth.

"..." Zhan Mu couldn't hold it in any longer, and he paused, saying, "Yes, yes, I'm selfish. I'm busy with my own business. I'll grab my clothes and crawl away."

"What's wrong with you?" Zhan's father got angry when he saw his face, and he roared in anger: "Who are you trying to show off to by being so careless all day long? If you don't finish it, you won't be able to buy it. Look at the way you look, you'll be beaten to death if you get out!"

Zhan Mu snorted and shut up. He immediately pressed the fingerprint lock of his house and planned to go back. However, it was too hot and his hands were sweaty. He couldn't open the door for a long time. His father scolded him again: "Busy man, you haven't been home for so long that you can't even remember the password?"

Then he came up to open the door for Zhan Mu, his expression was full of contempt, not concealed at all, like he was disgusted. Zhan Mu was extremely familiar with this face of his, it was innate, the majesty and oppression of a father to his son.

"I'm leaving. It's okay. I don't want to disturb your lives. I'll take my clothes and crawl to my place in the village. This is your house." Zhan Mu replied with a smile.

Zhan Mu hadn't even entered when his father grabbed his arm. With a sharp, intolerable glare, he shoved him, causing him to stumble and roar, "Am I out of control now? You're tough and thick-skinned, but you want to fly away now! Did I tell you to go back to the countryside? You wanted to go there on your own, to start a business and become a big boss. You're embarrassing me, the old immortal. Who can you blame for your current mess? Did I treat you unfairly?"

"I'm doing pretty well!" Zhan Mu shouted, his eyes red with anger, his heart filled with sadness. Even though the door was open, he didn't step in, but turned around and walked away. He muttered, "If I had to care, you... you have some ability."

Zhan's father stopped scolding him, but Zhan Mu heard a loud bang of something falling to the ground. He glanced sideways and saw cigarettes, the goods his father had just taken out.

Zhan Mu didn't help him pick it up. Instead, he chuckled twice, turned around and walked away mercilessly.

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The weather was too hot, so Zhan Muzai didn't rush to catch the bus. Instead, he found a noodle shop and ordered some pig intestine rice noodles, slurping them in silence.

During this time, the fragile Boss Zhan's temper exploded more than once, and his nose felt sore, but unfortunately men were not allowed to shed tears, so he held it back, and the meal was extremely uncomfortable.

Not only that, Zhan Mu's phone kept vibrating. He looked over and saw that his father had called him more than a dozen times and sent messages, all of which were one-minute voice messages, a lot of them.

He didn't want to answer or listen, so he ignored it.

That's it. Zhan Mu wiped away the non-existent tears and murmured softly: "Not every father loves his son sincerely. Haha, it doesn't matter. Live a good life with your wife, and don't expect me to muddle along like you two."

Then he angrily clicked on the taxi app and spent nearly 80 yuan on a car in revenge, instead of forcing himself to take the damn bus, and quickly hit the road to return home to make money.

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Lu Chao discovered that Zhan Mu was extremely gloomy this afternoon, with a silent murderous aura emanating from his whole body. He didn't curse anyone, but his desire to stay away from me was obvious to everyone.

"You take care of the store." Zhan Mu changed into a white shirt and suit pants. He was talking on the phone. He glanced at Lu Chao and instructed, "If you have anything, call me directly. I'm going to Hongchang Printing Factory with Liu Gang this afternoon."

"Aren't you going to take me with you?" Lu Chao seemed aggrieved and resentful. He found that this man was becoming more and more selfish as he ran all the way, and he just treated me as an accessory.

"Your current value is to guard this store." Zhan Mu gave him a wicked smile, then told Liu Gang on the other end of the phone that he would be there soon. Before leaving, he seemed to notice Lu Chao's fragile eyes, clicked his tongue, walked over and kissed him affectionately on the cheek: "Wait for me tonight, my dear. Bye~"

Liu Gang, who happened to be there, witnessed everything and his facial features were distorted.

"Damn, you're simply... I don't know what to say." Liu Gang was riding a three-wheeled motorcycle and looked at Zhan, who was sitting on the back seat leaning against the edge of the car. He felt a little afraid of him.

Zhan Mu was dressed very appropriately in a suit and black sneakers, but he was in a casual manner, not caring about whether he looked shabby or not. He sat in the back seat of the truck carrying pig feed from Liu Gang's house.

"Why, you like my cyborg too?" Zhan Mu said casually, "Just buy one. I can recommend you a link."

"No, if I could afford it I would have bought it a long time ago." Liu Gang glanced at him through the rearview mirror and wondered what he was thinking. Didn't Brother Chang Jian say that he loved it very much? Now it seemed like he didn't care much about that electronic data man.

He clearly showed pity and issued a strong condemnation, displaying a clear attitude of "I want to ride my brother's wife." - After all, electronic data people can become exhibitions.

Zhan Mu didn't seem to notice and replied, "Honestly, love does cool. I'm a little tired of him now. What a fuss! I actually bought him skincare products. God, he's just a data person, and I'm crazy."

"Lend it to me for two days?" Liu Gang looked at his attitude and smiled at him.

Zhan Mu immediately turned his gaze cold and said calmly, "No." He put his arm around Liu Gang's shoulder and said, "Go ahead, buy it. Take out a loan and buy a women's version. Then you can secretly enjoy it in bed and do whatever you want."

"Didn't yours also turn into a girl? Don't you know?" Liu Gang found that he was really, really weird.

"No, I wouldn't dare. He has a bad temper," Zhan Mu replied. He was also a chameleon. He had just said dirty words and seemed like a pervert, but recently he had immediately become a gentleman.

"We're here, Hongchang Printing Factory. What are you going to do?" Liu Gang was very patient and sent Zhan Mu to his seat. Then he got out of the car, took out the Zhonghua cigarettes that he had not given away before from his pocket, and said thank you, Brother Gang. Liu Gang was startled, and his eyes seemed to show that he did not dare to underestimate him.

"Your personality has changed a lot." Liu Gang thought of the past when Zhan Mu was fat, silent, timid, and a marginalized and transparent figure.

Zhan Mu hummed without further explanation. Liu Gang also put the cigarette in his pocket and watched him walk towards the nearby Hongchang Printing Factory. He said, wait for him for half an hour.

What a coincidence, the Audi that Zhan Mu had wiped was not far away. The door opened and a guy got out of the car. He was talking to the security guard and after a few words, he was let in.

The face shape is very similar. The boy was wearing the uniform of No. 2 Middle School. The person in the Audi was a woman, not Cui Yongguang.

Zhan Mu narrowed his eyes, thinking about how to find an excuse to sneak in. When he saw him, he immediately had an idea. He walked over quickly and held tightly the briefcase he brought with him to pretend to be important.

"Hello, excuse me for disturbing you." Zhan Mu mustered up his courage and knocked on the driver's window. He smiled flatteringly and said, "Hello, Teacher Cui asked me to come here. I'm the new teacher at No. 2 Middle School. Teacher Cui said he left his water cup at the factory and asked me to come and get it. If it's not there, then he must have remembered it wrongly."

The car window was open, and a middle-aged woman was revealed. She was not wearing any makeup, wore glasses, and had a calm temperament. Zhan Mu guessed that she was most likely Cui Yongguang's wife, and probably also a teacher.

Coincidentally, he glanced over and saw the dialog box on her mobile phone screen, and the note was: Second Middle School Staff Group.

If you recognize me, just send it to me, Zhan Mu was sweating profusely.

The woman nodded, as if believing him, and replied, "Is that so? Thank you for making the trip. Wait a minute, my dear. Take him to your uncle's office to get something."

Uncle? Not Cui Yongguang’s son! Zhan Mu was terrified, but he was obviously very good at playing it cool. He nodded and bowed with a humble attitude, and followed the junior high school student in the No. 2 Middle School uniform.

The child looked at Zhan Mu for a few times, but didn't think much of it. He began to lead him into the factory and casually asked curiously, "New teacher, what do you teach?"

"Sports." Zhan Mu said nonsense, and even gestured a three-point shot and smiled at him: "Can you play basketball?"

"I don't know how." The child scratched his head and smiled shyly.

Zhan Mu didn't dare to reveal any more information about himself. With the help of the child, he saw the general manager's office on the second floor. He paid more attention to the child and found that the child came to the toilet as if he couldn't hold it in.

The factory door was locked, but the lights were bright inside. Zhan Mu had a brief understanding of the factory. It was large, with a complete assembly line and a wide range of business, of which No. 2 Middle School was just one. A worker came out, pushing a cart full of packaged books.

After seeing it with my own eyes, I realized the gap between myself and it. Trying to steal its business is simply like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

In order to put on a good show, Zhan Mu had to go to the so-called general manager's office. He knocked on the door first, and there was really a voice from inside saying "Come in", which made the scammer outside the door nervous.

He went in. It wasn't Cui Yongguang, but his facial features did bear some resemblance. Zhan Mu said nervously, "Hello, Mr. Cui. I'm here to get Teacher Cui's thermos cup from No. 2 Middle School."

"No." Mr. Cui, who was typing on his computer, was puzzled and patiently asked, "Excuse me, who are you?"

"Sorry to bother you." Zhan Mu was sweating and wanted to slip away.

"Hey wait a minute, you're from No. 2 Middle School, right?" Mr. Cui rummaged through the cabinet, pulled out a box, and waved it at him, saying, "Excuse me, bring it to him. He'll know what the tea was that Teacher Cui mentioned last time."

Zhan Mu took it and thought that they were probably a pair of brothers.

After taking a closer look, it was an unfamiliar brand. Zhan Mu just pinched it and took it out from the heavy packaging box. There was a jar inside, probably containing tea, a luxury product.

He remained silent, thinking that he had come here for nothing, gained nothing and was even treated as an errand boy.

Maybe God will reward those who work hard.

Just as Zhan Mu turned around to leave, President Cui seemed to have seen some news. He picked up the toilet paper on the table and hurried out the door without paying any attention to Zhan Mu who was a beat slower and had not moved.

Toilet paper? Going to the bathroom? Could that kid be Mr. Cui's son? He just asked his dad to bring him toilet paper.

Zhan Mu suppressed his inner ecstasy, and his hands were shaking a little when he took out the liquid. He seemed excited and nervous. It turned out to be Lu Chao.

Lu Chao turned into a human and appeared, complaining: "You are such a scheming person, you even lied to your brother."

"Stop talking nonsense and use your high-tech superpowers quickly. I don't believe that you can't find any fault with this printing factory." Zhan Mu immediately smiled evilly. He stood by the window and overlooked the whole situation from the high platform of President Cui's office.

The sun was shining brightly, and the brilliant light was projected onto the white factory building in front of him, making the landscape look beautiful and the business look grand. Zhan Mu looked at it, feeling envious and courageous.

Here, Lu Chao played a role without even touching the computer. He placed his fingers on the USB port of the host, and his hand turned into a USB flash drive. In less than two seconds, as a digital life, he had already included all the information into his own database.

"We'll talk about it when we get back." Lu Chao's expression was serious, as if he was afraid of being discovered. He said, "Hurry up, take me with you."

Zhan Mu immediately put the man who had turned into a small cube again into his pocket and hurried out. On the way, he met Mr. Cui, nodded and smiled as a greeting, then pretended to be calm and walked away.

The whole process took less than 20 minutes, and Liu Gang saw Zhan Mu, who looked exhausted. He was curious, "Tsk, I told you you couldn't get in. Now look, is this a wasted trip?"

"Yeah, you're right." Zhan Mu nodded dejectedly, as if he had gained nothing from this trip.

On the way back, the sky was clear and the air was fresh. Liu Gang was still chattering to Zhan Mu about how difficult business was and how hard it was to make money. Little did he know that Zhan Mu smiled and touched the digital life in his pocket.

Answer him: "Oh, yes, it's very difficult."