Don't get married if you're reborn.

Chapter 257 Asking Old Ma for Help
"Don't cry, don't cry..."

Regarding this sad matter, Zeng Wenjie really didn't know how to comfort him.

Moreover, after his rebirth, his mind inexplicably went haywire, and he would often come up with some very inappropriate and hellish jokes.

Zeng Wenjie had only heard of QQ accounts being recycled, but he never expected it to happen to Mu Qingyang.

Other problems could be solved, but how can this be solved?

He suddenly remembered Jack Ma, who had called office 208 yesterday. Jack Ma was starting to make a name for himself and worked in the internet industry, so he must have frequent communication with Penguin Ma.

I could call Jack Ma and ask him for help. After all, I had a very enthusiastic conversation with him yesterday and he shared a lot of promotional strategies from Pinduoduo in the future.

But Jack Ma might not necessarily go out of his way to communicate with Tony Ma of Tencent about this. After all, Tencent is one of the internet giants. Would they really bother him just for a QQ number issue?

“I’ll try to help you get your account back. It will definitely take them some time to clean up the database; they can’t possibly clear all the data immediately after they recover it,” Zeng Wenjie said.

"Really?" Mu Qingyang looked up, her eyes red and swollen, filled with anticipation and longing.

When Zeng Wenjie's eyes met hers, he felt a little guilty, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "I have to come back! Those are some of your few good memories."

However, Zeng Wenjie's words made the surrounding audience feel that he was bragging a bit too much.

After all, Tencent is a leading company in China, and which young person doesn't have a QQ account?
Zeng Wenjie has achieved some success with his snack shop, and his gold shop is also reportedly doing well. Even his online sales of women's products are generating considerable revenue.

But compared to the massive and powerful Tencent, these are nothing, not even a drop in the ocean.

"But can you stop crying for a moment? It's making me want to cry too." Zeng Wenjie reached out to wipe away Mu Qingyang's tears and asked.

"I won't cry!" Mu Qingyang wiped away her tears forcefully, but her nose was still twitching.

The thought that this girl had cried herself to sleep for most of the night under the covers broke Zeng Wenjie's heart. Why did she have to bear such a sad thing alone? She could have just called to disturb his sleep, and he wouldn't have said anything!
Zeng Wenjie gently held Mu Qingyang in his arms, then turned to glare at Ouyang Yun and the others, saying, "Hei Zi, speak up!"

Ouyang Yun looked embarrassed and hesitated for a while before awkwardly laughing and saying, "I...we misunderstood you too. After all, Mu Mu wouldn't say anything all night! And since she was so heartbroken, the only person we could think of was you!"

"Good heavens, your thinking is really something. So you think I'm such a bad person?" Zeng Wenjie sneered.

"Hehe... because we know your place in Mu Mu's heart!" Jiang Yu laughed awkwardly as she explained.

Zeng Wenjie retorted, "Saying all this is useless. Treat me and Xiao Mu to breakfast, a family photo! One meal for each of us!"

Without saying a word, Niu Fangfang raised her hand and said, "I'll treat you today, and the two of them can treat you tomorrow."

Zeng Wenjie turned around and patted Mu Qingyang on the back, saying, "Come on, let's have breakfast first, and then I'll go to 208 to make a call and see if I can get things done for you."

Mu Qingyang said softly, "Yes, thank you."

"Did I tell you to say thank you?" Zeng Wenjie snapped irritably.

"..." Mu Qingyang pouted, not daring to utter a sound. She was most afraid of being scolded.

Zeng Wenjie really went all out and ripped off Niu Fangfang. He doubled the toppings on her large bowl of beef noodles, turning the original price of four yuan into twenty yuan!
Mu Qingyang had one bowl, and Zeng Wenjie did the same; two bowls of beef noodles cost Niu Fangfang forty yuan.

Niu Fangfang grinned and said, "I only spend two or three yuan on breakfast, 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 questioning me, you'd better find out what happened first."

Niu Fangfang said guiltily, "Isn't that because we care about your classmate Xiao Mu?"

Zeng Wenjie said, "You think you're right after doing something wrong? You gave me a thorough dressing-down first thing in the morning, and a bunch of classmates watched the show. People who didn't know the situation would really think I was some kind of utterly heartless person!"

While Zeng Wenjie was carrying breakfast to find a seat, Mu Qingyang whispered in Niu Fangfang's ear, "I'll make it up to you later. It's my fault for not telling you, which caused a misunderstanding."

"It's okay, you always bring us breakfast, so I'll accept being ripped off this time." Niu Fangfang smiled nonchalantly, putting on an attitude that she didn't care much.

After finishing breakfast, Zeng Wenjie's trip to the jewelry store was delayed. Yesterday, after talking with Jack Ma, the other party only left a landline number, telling Zeng Wenjie to call through the 208 landline and be transferred to him.

Therefore, Zeng Wenjie still had to go to 208 to call Jack Ma and ask him for a favor.

The thought of having the famous Jack Ma help Zeng Wenjie get a QQ number from Tony Ma for Mu Qingyang was a bit amusing to him, and the whole thing was quite convoluted.

“Go to class and wait for my message. I’m going to room 208 to call a boss,” Zeng Wenjie said.

“I’ll go with you,” Mu Qingyang said with a firm look in his eyes, leaving no room for refusal.

Upon hearing this, Zeng Wenjie felt a toothache and said, "It's no use you coming with me. After all, it's asking for help. You'd better go back to class and wait for news."

Mu Qingyang remained silent, then extended a finger and poked at the back of his hand.

After being poked more than a dozen times, Zeng Wenjie felt that refusing any longer would only lead to worse consequences...

Feng Xiao was already working in room 208. She was writing down her work for the day on a small whiteboard she had bought and was speaking.

He was briefly taken aback when he saw Zeng Wenjie and Mu Qingyang appear at the door.

"Oh... wait a minute, I need to make a call." Zeng Wenjie picked up the landline and dialed the number Jack Ma had left behind yesterday.

A moment later, the call connected, and Jack Ma greeted him politely, "Hello, Mr. Zeng!"

Zeng Wenjie coughed lightly and subconsciously took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

Then, almost simultaneously, two lighters were brought up in front of him.

Mu Qingyang looked at Feng Xiao with a puzzled expression.

Feng Xiao smiled and withdrew her hand, saying, "You do it."

Zeng Wenjie felt as if his soul was about to leave his body, until Jack Ma across from him softly called out, "President Zeng?"

Zeng Wenjie lit a cigarette with the light Mu Qingyang offered and said, "Mr. Ma, excuse me! I have a small favor to ask of you."

At that moment, a somewhat weathered finger pressed the speakerphone button on the landline in front of Jack Ma.

Jack looked up at the old man in front of him in surprise, and the old man nodded to him.

“President Zeng, please speak,” Jack Ma said.

"Here's the thing, I have a friend whose situation is a bit special. A relative's QQ account was reclaimed because it hadn't been logged into for a long time. I don't have any contact with QQ, so I'd like to ask you for your help to see if you can get this reclaimed account back," Zeng Wenjie explained politely.

Jack was delighted to hear this, thinking it was something serious, and said, "Tell me the number, I'll write it down and ask around for you later."

Mu Qingyang quickly wrote down the number and pushed it in front of Zeng Wenjie. Then, Zeng Wenjie read out the number on the form.

“Okay, I’ve written it all down. I’ll get back to you later,” Jack Ma said.

After all, he had done Zeng Wenjie a favor yesterday, and he felt he should help with this small favor.

Zeng Wenjie breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you for your help, Mr. Ma. If you have any questions about the lottery event you are organizing, we can communicate at any time."

He was still hiding some things, but for Mu Qingyang's sake, it wouldn't hurt to reveal them all.

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 and ask,” the old man said with a kind smile.

"This?" Jack Ma was stunned, a little confused.

(End of this chapter)