When Yang Shushu was seeing Yang Jiangjiang off, she asked him, "Your personality isn't suitable for working here. Why don't you choose a job that suits you and that you enjoy?"
Yang Jiangjiang lowered his head: "I'm short of money, and the salary here is high."
Yang Shushu was also silent. She understood Yang Jiangjiang's thoughts. She used to be like this too. She would go wherever the salary was higher, regardless of whether they liked it or not. But she did not want the family she cared about to be like this too.
"Actually, you could try to find another job. The salary might be good. And you look like a student. Why are you so short of money?"
Generally speaking, as long as the money is not too much, it should be enough to support yourself and pay for tuition. At worst, you can work two jobs. You don't have to be here, right?
Yang Jiangjiang didn't hide it from her and said, "I'm an orphan. The dean who has taken care of us since we were young is now sick and urgently needs money, so I don't have to keep my job here. Sister, thank you for today. Let's add WeChat and I'll treat you to a meal someday."
As he spoke, he took out his phone. Yang Shushu stood there in a daze, not moving. He suddenly remembered: "Oh, I forgot, your phone..."
At this time, Mu Shicang took out his mobile phone: "It's okay, you can call me, my number is 18XXXXXXXXX."
Yang Jiangjiang quickly wrote down his number, nodded to the two of them, and went back to work.
Yang Shushu slowly came back to her senses at this time, but her spirit seemed to have weakened and she was vaguely worried.
Mu Shicang lowered his eyes to look at her. The worry he saw in her eyes was somewhat inexplicable, so he asked, "Are you worried about that boy?"
Yang Shushu paused, looked up at him, shook her head, and left without saying a word.
When they reached the lobby on the first floor of the club, the manager saw Mu Shicang and quickly came up to him: "Master Mu, are you leaving now?"
Mu Shicang smiled at the other person and said, "Manager, could you please go to Young Master Zhou's box and tell Young Master Gong San that Young Master Feng and I are going to play golf together tomorrow. Tell him to hurry up."
The manager was a little confused. Gong Sanshao is not your box, and what do you want to say to Gong Sanshao when you and Feng Shao are playing basketball?
But he knew very well what to ask and what not to ask, so he nodded quickly: "Okay, okay, don't worry, I'll be there right away, take care."
When Mu Shicang turned around, Yang Shushu had already left the gate. He had no choice but to quicken his pace to catch up with her. When the two of them left, a woman came down the stairs on the other side. She happened to see a man standing at the stairs looking at the gate. She couldn't help but feel strange and stepped forward to hold his arm: "Mr. Drew, what's wrong?"
The man turned around, revealing a face with sharp outlines, cold pale skin, deep eyes, a high forehead, a straight nose with a slightly hooked tip, and thin, bright red lips, all of which gave off a sense of coldness and indifference. His eyes glowed slightly green under the light, and from a distance, he inexplicably reminded people of Western vampires.
"It's nothing, I just saw someone who looked familiar, maybe I made a mistake."
At this time, Ji Li happened to walk over and called the manager.
"Sir, what do you need?" The manager's attitude towards the green-eyed man was completely different from his attitude towards Mu Shicang just now. It was a standard service attitude.
"The gentleman who just spoke to the manager looks familiar. Who is he?"
The manager smiled and said, "Sir, this must be your first time in Jinjing, right? That's Young Master Mu from the Jinjing Mu family."
At first glance, the man's facial features looked very much like a foreigner, so the manager naturally assumed he was a senior executive from a foreign company on business.
The man nodded, said thank you to him with a smile, then took the woman's arm and left.
The manager stayed there for half a minute before he slowly came back to his senses. He then looked back in the direction the man left. He quickly patted his chest and said: Damn, how can anyone laugh like a vampire? It's so scary.
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After Mu Shicang left the club and got in the car, he called Feng Tang. When Feng Tang heard him say that he was going to pick someone up, the voice on the phone became higher, and even Yang Shushu who was standing next to him could hear it.
"Master Xiaomu, thank you, thank you so much."
Mu Shicang held the phone and suddenly glanced at Yang Shushu: "No way, what Mr. Feng gave me is worth this price."
Yang Shushu looked at him in confusion. He reached out and touched her head, said goodbye, and hung up the phone.
"Stop touching me." Yang Shushu grabbed his hand and threw it down. He didn't mind and seemed to be in a particularly good mood.
"I asked you to prepare for Grandpa's birthday banquet, but I see you haven't prepared anything yet. What's wrong? Do you need my help?"
"Thank you, Master Xiaomu, for your mercy, but it's not necessary." She rolled her eyes at him while fastening her seat belt.
But before she could even finish rolling her eyes, she had to look away and turned to look at the seatbelt. Why couldn't she buckle it in? Why was the strap so short? She had clearly been able to buckle it in before.
Yang Shushu turned her head, raised her hand, and pulled it up hard. Then she heard the sound of something hitting the car door. Then, she was startled and unconsciously looked at Mu Shicang beside her.
"Uh... your car is actually made of paper, right?" Really? Really?
Mu Shicang looked at the other end of the seat belt that was pulled abruptly, but he didn't get angry: "I'm not sure if the car is made of paper, but it's certain that you are made of steel?"
Yang Shushu silently looked at the small piece of seat belt buckle in her hand, then silently put it back in place, and then placed the other seat belt on her chest, pretending that she was wearing a seat belt, and then faced forward and sat upright: "You can call me Iron Arm Asong Shu."
Mu Shicang was amused by her appearance, and he really laughed: "You really don't need my help? In fact, you can hold this banquet in my name."
The car had already arrived at the underground parking lot. The flickering neon lights on the road illuminated Yang Shushu's face. She looked at Mu Shicang with a puzzled expression: "Do you people think that when it comes to birthdays, the more people come, the happier the birthday boy will be?"
Mu Shicang didn't look at her, concentrating on the road ahead, but his tone was full of matter-of-factness: "Isn't that right? Birthdays are naturally going to be lively."
"It's supposed to be lively, but a bunch of insignificant people gathered together to curry favor, scheme, and socialize. Do you think that's a birthday party? Or is it really the kind of birthday party that the old man likes?"
"..."Mu Shicang suddenly fell silent.
He had lived in this circle since he was a child, and had celebrated his birthdays like this. And such banquets were indeed, as she said, an occasion for fawning, scheming, making friends, and even biting and comparing. As for the protagonist of the birthday banquet—
It seemed that after everyone had given their gifts, they had completely forgotten why they were here that day.
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