In early July, the sun was scorching, and the hottest time of the year was fast approaching. The streets were sweltering, and there were far fewer pedestrians than usual.
Chen Lu was sitting in his office, studying the progress of the new version. The crucial moment was approaching, and everyone in the studio was eager to see how much money the game could make.
There was a light knock on the door.
"Go in," Chen Lu said softly.
Lin Miaomiao quietly closed the door and sat down in front of Chen Lu with a deathly expression.
"What's wrong?" he asked curiously. The art team's work was almost finished, so there shouldn't be any problems.
Lin Miaomiao cleared her throat and asked in a low voice, "Well... I have a friend who transferred 500 yuan to Qin Shihuang, and then he deleted him. Is it possible to get the money back?"
Chen Lu showed a disgusted expression, as if he had just eaten a lemon. "What nonsense are you talking about? Qin Shi Huang died thousands of years ago."
"Oh right, that wasn't Qin Shi Huang, that was a fraud!" Lin Miaomiao quickly changed her tune. "So... does that mean my friend can't get his money back?"
"It's not enough to file a case, let's give up."
Seeing Lin Miaomiao sigh deeply for her friend, he added, "There's another way."
"What method?" Lin Miaomiao looked at him with shining eyes.
Chen Lu grinned mischievously, "Transfer another 2,500 yuan to that scammer, and you'll have 3,000 yuan to file a case."
Lin Miaomiao realized Chen Lu was joking, and she slumped back in her chair.
One 648 is gone.
"You, no, how did your friend get scammed?"
"He said he was the reincarnation of Qin Shi Huang, making it sound so real." Lin Miaomiao stared blankly at the ceiling. "At first, I didn't believe him, but then he asked me if I believed him or love..."
Chen Lu put his index finger to his lips, shushed softly, and then said seriously, "Actually, I am Emperor Wu of Han, really."
"Get lost! Fine, I'll believe in love from now on!"
"Strictly speaking, if you believe in love, you'll get scammed even more. Scumbags will not only cheat you out of money, but also out of your body. At least Qin Shi Huang only cheated you out of five hundred yuan."
As Chen Lu said this, he had completely laughed himself out of breath. He clutched his stomach and slumped on the table, feeling dizzy and almost unable to breathe.
Watching Lin Miaomiao storm out, slamming the door behind her, Chen Lu almost laughed himself sick, and quickly tilted his head back to catch his breath.
"You dare to give the boss a hard time? I'll find a chance to deduct your salary."
Just as he finished speaking, Chen Lu's phone rang.
He glanced at the caller ID—Uncle Mo.
"Hey, Uncle Mo," Chen Lu said softly, then waited quietly for the other person to speak.
Mo Wenbin chuckled twice, "Xiao Lu started your own company without telling me? I've really wasted my time watching you grow up like this."
"I was just kidding. The whole company has less than twenty people in total."
"It's okay. Look at everyone, they all started small and grew big. Once you've developed further, I'll take you to a few dinner parties, which will be helpful for the future operation of your company."
"You really are my uncle," Chen Lu said with a smile. He knew that the other party was not just being polite; Mo Wenbin had always been very good to him.
Whether he goes or not is another matter; he doesn't really want to use Mo Wenbin's connections to develop himself.
And we don't need it for the time being.
After chatting for a while, Mo Wenbin suddenly asked, "What exactly is the conflict between you and Yuqing? Would you mind telling your uncle?"
Chen Lu paused for a moment, then said, "I've been wanting to tell you this in person, but I was afraid you wouldn't have time to see me."
“We should talk in person…” Mo Wenbin said thoughtfully. “Do you have time now? I’ll have the driver pick you up, and then we can invite your dad over for dinner tonight, the three of us together.”
Chen Lu glanced at Peng Leyun's summary report for a while, and was about to speak when Mo Wenbin's capable voice came through the receiver again: "I'll talk to you later, I have an impromptu meeting here."
"Okay, you go ahead with your work. If you want to have dinner with me, I'll definitely have to make time even if I don't have it. Just call me again when you're not busy tonight."
Chen Lu waited silently for the other end of the call to hang up. After hearing the dial tone, he placed the phone flat on the table.
He tapped his index finger lightly on the table, looking thoughtful.
Something feels off. What exactly is Uncle Mo trying to say?
......
When Mo Wenbin saw the long-haired girl who had just entered the room, he quickly hung up the phone, looking somewhat embarrassed.
This expression is almost never seen on his face. The fact that he showed this expression this time may be because, in addition to his other roles, he is also a father.
Mo Yuqing bit her lip lightly and asked in a low voice, "Why did you call him?"
"I just wanted to ask Xiaolu."
Mo Wenbin said helplessly, "You haven't told me why you suddenly want to go abroad, so I had to ask Xiaolu."
If they really wanted to investigate, they definitely could, but it would take time. By then, their daughter would be gone, and what would be the point of finding out the truth?
"Mmm." Mo Yuqing hummed softly, sat down on the sofa, and hugged her knees tightly.
After a while, she finally whispered weakly, "I like him."
Mo Wenbin was stunned for a moment. Perhaps it was because he hadn't communicated with his daughter for too long, but he had lost his composure time and time again during this half day.
When he heard someone report that someone outside claimed to be his daughter, he almost choked.
Then, when she heard Mo Yuqing suddenly say that she was about to leave, she almost lost her balance.
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