Chapter 75: Luck wasn't great.

This scene was completely inexplicable.

Everyone stared, remaining completely silent.

Jingge lowered his eyes and looked at the gold brick: "Really?"

Li Mushi: "Hmm."

This girl has really bad luck.

Jing Ge was stunned for two seconds, then immediately became excited: "Thank you, Uncle!"

A 100-gram gold brick!

Everyone: ?

Uncle?

"Hurry up and pack it," Amanda said thoughtfully, "Don't touch the glass."

Jingge chuckled and pushed his wine glass away.

However, Li Mushi did not leave. He leaned over and shook hands with the people opposite him, saying in a calm voice, "Nice to meet you."

Unlike the others who were flattered, Amanda was quite understanding.

Just a little bit of red wine.

It was worth his painstaking efforts.

"I'm leaving now," Li Mushi patted Jing Ge's head, "Uncle Zhang will take you there later."

Jing Ge: "Okay."

As soon as the man left, the suffocating pressure around them visibly disappeared, and the group of people seemed to come back to life, naturally able to understand the meaning behind Li Mushi's actions just now.

They were all shrewd business people, and although they were shocked, no one would be foolish enough to ask Jing Ge such a question directly.

But then the atmosphere changed unexpectedly.

“Mr. Li,” Amanda raised her glass, “let’s have a toast.”

"Sure, sure, let's drink. Don't let your managers touch it. They're all young women, it's not safe for them to go home at night."

"This dish is sweet, pass it over to them."

As the banquet drew to a close, and since it was no longer their business, Jingge took the gold nuggets and discussed them with her colleagues.

After everyone had finished eating, Xiao Ai pulled her to the rooftop to build a snowman.

The snow was already thick. Looking out from the rooftop at the mirage, the earth was covered in silver, and the lights looked like flames lit on the snow, clusters and bunches.

Xiao Ai looked the snowman over and asked, "How are you spending the New Year?"

“I joined a tour group,” Jing Ge said, “and it just passed by casually.”

"...Aren't you staying at home?"

"Um."

"Do your family agree?"

“What’s there to disagree with?” Jingle said. “I’m no longer of any use to you.”

"......"

“Ah, but I’m not just myself,” Jingge added, “I also have colleagues.”

Xiao Ai: "Which colleague? Mei Ying and Xiao Zhang didn't say."

“They’re staying at home,” Jingge said. “You don’t know him, his name is Zhang Siming. His sister’s tour group is going to my college roommate’s hometown, so we signed up together.”

Xiao Ai paused for a moment: "A man?"

Knowing what she was worried about, Jingge said, "It's not just him, there are eight people, both men and women, and my roommate is also picking me up."

“It’s not just that,” Xiao Ai nudged her shoulder, “Does he have a crush on you?”

Jing Ge: "What do you see in me? My dad alone could scare him away."

She may seem free now, but in reality, her family is a ticking time bomb. Once people find out, they won't even have time to run away.

Jing Ge muttered, "I'd better make money first, more money. If all else fails, I can always go further away."

After taking a few photos of the snowman and posting them on WeChat Moments, Jingge's phone rang.

It was Li Mushi calling.

Jing Ge was slightly surprised. Li Mushi would not usually contact her unless it was something important.

The wind was strong on the rooftop, and the falling snowflakes sounded like a gentle tinnitus in my ears.

The man's voice pierced through the electric current and struck Jingge's eardrums, causing her to pause without her even noticing.

"Get down, I'll take you home."

Jing Ge: "Wasn't it Uncle Zhang who gave me the ride?"

Li Mushi: "We can send him off if we don't play in the snow. His daughter is coming back at this time, and he needs to go to the station to pick her up."

“…” Jing Ge exclaimed, “Then I can go back by myself.”

"Didn't you have a good time?" Li Mushi interrupted her. "You were just discharged from the hospital, do you know what's going on?"

Jing Ge: "".

He seemed stricter than usual.

When Jingge got into the car, she glanced at him. The man had no expression. When he saw her, he gave her a sidelong look and turned the heater to its strongest setting.

As soon as I sat down in the passenger seat, I was greeted by a chilly, icy smell.

"Uncle, have you finished your business?" Jing Ge asked dryly. "You really are a master of time management..."

Li Mushi: "Shut up."

Is this a compliment?

Jingge took off his down jacket and hugged it to his chest. The down filling was a big, bulging ball, like a huge, bulky piece of cargo.

Li Mushi: "Back row."

Jingge crumpled up his clothes and threw them into the back row.

"......"

Jing Ge weighed the golden object in his hand and said obsequiously, "I can carry this gold brick with me."

"..." Li Mushi's seemingly stern expression dissipated. "The participation prize is only one-fifth."

As it turned out, she was one of the five.

This girl isn't very lucky.

“It’s not bad,” Jing Ge said, not being greedy. “It’s a thousand dollars. Amanda and the others won some expensive skincare products, but I still prefer cash.”

"Um."

The car made a U-turn.

The snow in front of the group's gate had been cleared, leaving the area on both sides white, while the middle lane was wet and black, reflecting a warm orange light under the streetlights.

Once his body warmed up, Jingge felt a little thirsty: "Uncle, I want to drink some water."

The railings at the gatehouse moved automatically, one security guard saluted early, and another seemed to be tugging at someone.

Seeing the people arguing with the security guard, Li Mushi's expression was indifferent. He handed the water from the cup holder in the storage compartment to the passenger seat with his right hand: "Hmm."

The water bottle was taken away.

As his hand felt lighter, Li Mushi's attention shifted from the person by the guard post. Sensing something was amiss, he immediately looked towards the passenger seat.

"Change to another..." bottle.

He took the wrong one.

This bottle had been opened; he had taken two sips. The other new bottle remained unopened in the cup holder.

However, it was too late.

Jingge had already unscrewed the bottle cap and was drinking from it.

"Hmm?" She looked back at him, holding the bottle, her cheeks puffed up from the water, and then swallowed it in small sips.

Li Mushi stopped talking.

Doesn't it mean we shouldn't drink water that has been opened or water that has been out of sight?

Jingge screwed the bottle cap back on and licked the moisture from his lips: "Uncle, what are you going to say?"

Li Mushi: "...It's nothing."

The guards at the post had already spotted his car and were crowding around him with ingratiating smiles.

He is Zhuo Yueyue's father.

The car window rolled down slightly, revealing the man's sharp and cold eyes.

"Good evening, Mr. Li," Mr. Zhuo bowed, trying to be level with the man in the driver's seat. "I heard you were still at the company and thought I'd come and pay you a visit."

The car's heater warmed Zhuo's father's face, carrying a few wisps of soft, sweet fragrance.

There were other people in the car.

Li Mushi's attitude was always unpredictable: "You're too kind. I'm late and missed the excitement of the annual meeting."

"..." Mr. Zhuo bent over for more than ten seconds, his bones starting to ache. He pretended not to understand, "I was afraid you'd be busy, so I booked a table in the east wing. There's the best tea. When would be a convenient time for you..."

"It's too much trouble," Li Mushi nodded. "I have to go on a business trip. Maybe next time."

Zhuo's father looked anxious and subconsciously peered into the passenger seat, trying to find a way to overcome the obstacle.

But the man in front of her was impeccable; when his gaze swept over her, his previously approachable demeanor suddenly concealed a chilling warning.

Zhuo's father was startled and quickly looked away.

The car instantly turned into a black dot in the heavy snow.