Chapter 257 Asking Lao Ma for Help
“Don’t cry, don’t cry…”
Regarding this sad thing, Zeng Wenjie really doesn’t know how to comfort her.
Moreover, after he was reborn, his brain started to work inexplicably, and some very inappropriate hellish jokes would always flash through his mind.
Zeng Wenjie had only heard of QQ numbers being recycled, but he never expected it to happen to Mu Qingyang.
If it were any other problem, I could find a way to solve it, but how do I solve this kind of thing?
He suddenly thought of Jack Ma who called office 208 yesterday. Jack Ma has begun to emerge now, and since they are working in the Internet industry, he must have frequent communications with Penguin Ma.
I can call Jack Ma and ask him for help. After all, I had a warm communication with him yesterday and he taught me a lot of promotion strategies from Pinxixi in later generations.
But Jack Ma would not necessarily go out of his way to communicate with Tony Ma of Penguin for this matter. After all, he is one of the Internet giants. Would he really bother him specifically for a QQ number issue?
"I'll try to help you get your account back. It will definitely take some time for them to clean up the database. It's impossible for them to clear all the data immediately after the recovery." Zeng Wenjie said.
"Really?" Mu Qingyang raised his head, his eyes were red and swollen, and his eyes were full of hope and desire.
When Zeng Wenjie met her eyes, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "You must come back! Those are one of the few good memories you have."
But Zeng Wenjie's words made the audience around him feel that he was bragging a little too much.
After all, Penguin is a leading company in China. Which young person doesn’t have a QQ account?
Zeng Wenjie has now achieved some success in running a snack shop. It is said that the gold shop business he opened is also doing well, and even the women's products sold online are also generating considerable income.
But compared to the huge and powerful penguins, these are nothing, right?
"But, can you stop crying for now? It makes me want to cry." Zeng Wenjie reached out to wipe the tears from Mu Qingyang's face and asked.
"I won't cry!" Mu Qingyang wiped away his tears hard, but his nose was still twitching.
Zeng Wenjie was heartbroken when he thought that this girl had cried under the quilt for most of the night. Why should she bear such a sad thing alone? He would not blame her for calling and disturbing his sleep!
Zeng Wenjie gently hugged Mu Qingyang, turned around and glared at Ouyang Yun and others, and said, "Heizi, speak!"
Ouyang Yun's face was filled with embarrassment. After a long pause, he finally said with an awkward smile, "I...we misunderstood you. After all, Mumu refused to say anything the entire night! Besides, she was so sad, and the only person we could think of was you!"
"Good boy, your idea is really great. So my character is so bad in your eyes, right?" Zeng Wenjie sneered.
"Uh, haha... because we know your position in Mumu's heart!" Jiang Yu also laughed awkwardly and began to explain.
Zeng Wenjie cursed, "It's useless to say these things. Treat Xiao Mu and me to breakfast. Just treat the whole family! One treat per person!"
Niu Fangfang raised her hand without saying anything and said, "I'll treat them today, and they can treat them tomorrow."
Zeng Wenjie turned around and patted Mu Qingyang on the back, saying, "Let's go have breakfast first, then I'll go to Room 208 and make a phone call to see if I can help you get things done."
Mu Qingyang said softly: "Well, thank you."
"Did I ask you to say thank you?" Zeng Wenjie cursed angrily.
"..." Mu Qingyang pursed her lips and dared not say a word. She was most afraid of being scolded.
Zeng Wenjie really took ruthless action against Niu Fangfang. He doubled the ingredients for the big bowl of beef noodles, and the original price of four yuan was raised to twenty yuan!
Mu Qingyang had one bowl, and Zeng Wenjie had the same one. Two bowls of beef noodles cost Niu Fangfang forty yuan.
Niu Fangfang bared her teeth and said, "My breakfast only cost two or three yuan. You're really ruthless!"
Zeng Wenjie said, "If I don't teach you a lesson, you won't learn your lesson! Next time, before you start to punish me, it's best to clarify the situation first."
Niu Fangfang said guiltily, "Isn't it because we care about your classmate Xiao Mu?"
Zeng Wenjie said, "After doing something wrong, you still think you're right? You scolded me so much this morning, and a bunch of classmates were watching. Those who didn't know the situation really thought I was completely heartless!"
While Zeng Wenjie was looking for a seat with breakfast, Mu Qingyang whispered in Niu Fangfang's ear, "I'll make it up to you later. It's my fault for not telling you and causing a misunderstanding."
"It's okay. You always bring us breakfast. I accept being ripped off this time." Niu Fangfang smiled carefree, acting as if she didn't care much.
After finishing breakfast, Zeng Wenjie’s rush to the gold shop was delayed.
Yesterday, after chatting with Jack Ma, the other party only left a landline number and asked Zeng Wenjie to call through the landline 208, which would transfer the call to him.
So, Zeng Wenjie had to go to 208 to call Jack Ma and ask him for help.
He couldn't help but feel it was a bit humorous when he thought about asking the famous Jack Ma to help Zeng Wenjie find Tony Ma to get back Mu Qingyang's QQ number. Besides, the matter was really complicated.
"You go to class and wait for my news. I'm going to Room 208 to call the boss." Zeng Wenjie said.
"I'll go with you." Mu Qingyang said with a firm look in his eyes, as if he couldn't refuse.
Zeng Wenjie felt a toothache when he heard this and said, "There's no point in you coming with me. After all, I'm asking for help. It's best if you just go back to the classroom and wait for news."
Mu Qingyang remained silent, stretched out a finger and poked the back of his hand.
After being poked more than a dozen times in a row, Zeng Wenjie felt that if he continued to refuse, the consequences would be even worse...
Feng Xiao was already working in Room 208 at this time. She was writing today's work items on the small whiteboard she bought and was giving a speech.
When he saw Zeng Wenjie and Mu Qingyang appear at the door, he was stunned for a moment.
"Oh... stop for a moment, I'll make a call." Zeng Wenjie picked up the landline and dialed the landline number Jack Ma left yesterday.
A moment later, the call was connected, and Jack Ma said politely, "Hello, Mr. Zeng!"
Zeng Wenjie coughed lightly and subconsciously took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.
Then, two lighters came in front of him almost at the same time.
Mu Qingyang looked at Feng Xiao in confusion.
Feng Xiao smiled and retracted his hand, saying, "You come."
Zeng Wenjie felt as if his soul was about to leave his body, until Jack Ma across from him called out softly, "Mr. Zeng?"
Zeng Wenjie lit the cigarette with the light Mu Qingyang handed him and said, "Mr. Ma, excuse me! I have a small favor to ask you for."
At this moment, a somewhat weathered finger pressed the hands-free button of the landline phone in front of Jack Ma.
Jack Ma looked up at the old man in front of him in surprise, and the old man nodded to him.
"Mr. Zeng, you go ahead." Jack Ma said.
"It's like this. I have a friend whose situation is a bit special. The QQ number of one of her relatives was reclaimed because he hadn't logged in for a long time. I have no connection with Penguin, so I would like to ask you for a favor and see if you can get this reclaimed account back." Zeng Wenjie explained the situation politely.
When Jack Ma heard this, he was amused. He thought it was a big deal, so he said, "Tell me the number, I'll write it down and ask for you later."
Mu Qingyang quickly wrote down the number and pushed it in front of Zeng Wenjie. Then, Zeng Wenjie reported the number according to the number on it.
"Okay, I've taken note of it and will get back to you later," said Jack Ma.
After all, he owed Zeng Wenjie a favor yesterday, so he felt he had to help with this small favor.
Zeng Wenjie breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Excuse me, Mr. Ma. If you have any questions about the lucky draw you are planning, we can communicate at any time."
He was still hiding some things, but for Mu Qingyang's sake, it didn't matter if he threw them all out.
As soon as Jack Ma hung up the phone, he saw the old man in front of him take the number written on the white paper.
"I'll call Tony." The old man smiled kindly.
"This?" Jack Ma was stunned, not quite understanding.
(End of this chapter)
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