Don't get married if you're reborn.

Chapter 309 Little Mu Has Made Progress

After Mu Qingyang took his seat, he indeed transformed into a little hamster and started eating.

Zeng Wenjie, on the other hand, was drinking and chatting with Xue Lu and his two business partners, discussing the matter of moving in.

Zeng Wenjie would definitely be willing to move in, especially since Xue Lu owes him a favor. Opening a new store in Century City in Longhu District would certainly mean a very cheap rent.

"I want the snack shop on the outermost side, facing the street; otherwise, it's better not to open it at all," Zeng Wenjie said, making only one request.

“No problem, Mr. Zeng, don’t worry! You can choose any storefront facing the street.” Xue Lu had a kind of chivalrous and unrestrained spirit, and made the decision right away.

The banquet was a very pleasant affair, with everyone enjoying themselves immensely.

Xue Lu said, "Is President Zeng planning something big for his snack shop next year?"

Zeng Wenjie said, "Yes, we're going to expand nationwide."

Xue Lu asked, "Direct operation or franchising?"

Zeng Wenjie then said, "We need to operate on two fronts simultaneously, and we also need to integrate the supply chain. Our product range is still too limited, and we've only had initial contact with those big brands."

Xue Lu expressed his understanding, after all, Zeng Wenjie's snack shop previously only had a daily revenue of four or five thousand.

After an exclusive interview, the number of customers reached around 10,000. The most impressive thing was that the marketing through "The Voice of China" made the snack shop popular again.

As revenue gradually increased, Zeng Wenjie finally gained the confidence to contact manufacturers of major brands to discuss prices and special packaging.

Respect is something you earn yourself, not something given to you by others.

When things were almost over, Xue Lu glanced at Mu Qingyang and then smiled, "Since President Zeng brought friends along, I can't arrange the next event, lest I delay you."

Mu Qingyang didn't understand what he was saying, but Zeng Wenjie knew it perfectly.

He smiled knowingly and said, "Then, Mr. Xue, you owe me two second rounds, okay?"

Xue Lu was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter and said, "Alright, I'll owe you two! I'll make it up to you when I have the chance."

Mu Qingyang had already finished eating, so he sat obediently in the chair, sometimes lighting cigarettes for Zeng Wenjie, sometimes pouring him drinks, playing the role of a considerate waiter.

“Then we’ll head over first. I’ll contact Mr. Xue later to confirm the locations of the two shops,” Zeng Wenjie said, shaking hands with Xue Lu.

“Okay!” Xue Lu said, “If you have time, Mr. Zeng, please take my Xiang Yao out to play more often.”

Zeng Wenjie was taken aback, then nodded. Xue Lu wanted Xue Xiangyao to also get in touch with people in Zhuang Aimin's circle.

The old father really worries himself sick over his children.

Zeng Wenjie helped Mu Qingyang leave the table, and Xue Lu escorted him to the door.

After Zeng Wenjie got into the passenger seat, Mu Qingyang walked around the car, touching this and that, before finally getting in.

"What are you doing?"

This scene left Zeng Wenjie completely bewildered.

"Touch it three times!"

Mu Qingyang gave him a disdainful look, then proudly opened the car door and got in, saying, "You're obviously someone who failed the driving test!"

"???"

Zeng Wenjie was both amused and exasperated. "Good, good, good. No wonder you're a top student. You even have to go through the exam process before you can drive."

"Fasten your seatbelt, start the engine, turn on the turn signal, and gently press the accelerator..." Mu Qingyang murmured.

As a result, the throttle idled.

She looked at Zeng Wenjie with a confused expression.

Zeng Wenjie crossed his arms and sneered.

Mu Qingyang finally revealed a pitiful and pleading look in his eyes and said, "The car is broken!"

Zeng Wenjie said with a dark face, "Did you forget about the gear shifting step?!"

Mu Qingyang snapped out of his daze, awkwardly stepped on the brake, shifted into drive, then turned on the right turn signal and turned left.

"Ugh……"

Zeng Wenjie sighed softly and said, "Little Mu, your performance really embarrassed the 'Top Student' team!"

Mu Qingyang puffed out his cheeks and said, "Don't talk about me like that, or I won't drive for you!" Zeng Wenjie said, "Okay, okay, I was wrong, you drive properly."

Mu Qingyang said sternly, "Apologize to me on the spot!"

"???"

Zeng Wenjie looked completely bewildered, then burst out laughing. "Good, good, little Mu is getting into memes now! You've improved!"

"Can we not lay on the ground? It's so cold outside, the ground is too cold, my knees hurt!" Zeng Wenjie said.

"Haha~" Mu Qingyang laughed happily, feeling more relaxed, and driving became much more natural.

However, it is quite difficult for a girl to drive a D-segment car like the Audi A8.

Fortunately, this time Mu Qingyang knew when to ease off the gas and when to apply the brakes, and he no longer had to endure Zeng Wenjie's sarcastic remarks.

Mu Qingyang drove steadily, slowly but without making any mistakes.

“You seem to dislike the smell of alcohol. Let’s open the window,” Zeng Wenjie said.

“If it’s you, it’s alright!” Mu Qingyang said.

"Oh? If it's not me, then it's related!"

"Um... my dad always argues with my mom when he's drunk."

"Then why didn't your mother throw him eight meters away?" Zeng Wenjie said disdainfully, as he had no liking for Mu Qingyang's father.

Mu Qingyang shook his head and said, "No, my mother doesn't argue with him much, and she's never hit him. But he uses very offensive language, so I don't really like alcohol."

"Then why am I okay?"

"Because after you drink it, your emotions are very stable, and you even look kind of cute." Mu Qingyang smiled, revealing a shallow dimple on her cheek.

Zeng Wenjie felt that it was mostly because he was bolder after drinking, and he said some things more bluntly.

That's why Mu Qingyang didn't dislike him drinking.

Perhaps, there's even a little bit of anticipation?
"I'll go to class with you tomorrow, okay? Remember to fill a plastic cup with lots of whistles in the morning so we can have breakfast together," Zeng Wenjie said.

"Great!" Mu Qingyang said. "You're not busy lately?"

"I'm busy," Zeng Wenjie shook his head. "But I still have to make time to accompany you to class. Otherwise, it would be a real shame to look back four years later and realize that we didn't spend many days together in the classroom."

Mu Qingyang thought for a moment, then asked, "Are you sure it's not some reporter coming to interview you?"

Zeng Wenjie immediately flew into a rage and said, "Fine, fine, so Lin Zhenshan and the others think this way about me, and you think the same way about me, right? Do you think I'm such a pretentious person?"

"Yes!" Mu Qingyang wasn't very good at talking, but he nodded in affirmation of his own thoughts.

“6!” Zeng Wenjie leaned back in his chair and rolled his eyes.

“But he’s very handsome!” Mu Qingyang added.

"Awesome!" Zeng Wenjie immediately threw a punch into the air.

Mu Qingyang said softly, "Next time you're going to play, remember to let me know in advance, I want to come and cheer you on."

Zeng Wenjie then said, "You just criticized my shooting form as ugly!"

Mu Qingyang couldn't help but laugh and said, "It is quite ugly, but it can score goals. No one can stop you. Just like you said, they can't stand you but can't do anything about it. I think it's very funny."

Mu Qingyang drove the car steadily into the parking lot at the entrance of the startup base.

Zeng Wenjie guided her as she reversed the car. Since there were no cars around, she didn't have to worry about scratching it, so Mu Qingyang felt much more at ease.

After reversing into the parking space, the car was crooked and tilted.

"Practice makes perfect, just take your time. No one is born an expert, except for Chu Qingbai," Zeng Wenjie said.

"Oh!" Mu Qingyang looked at his Audi, which was parked crookedly, and felt a pang of unease, his obsessive-compulsive disorder kicking in.

Zeng Wenjie opened the trunk, took out a chessboard and Go set, and said, "Let's play Go, you teach me."

"Great!" Mu Qingyang's eyes lit up, and he happily hugged the two chess baskets.

(End of this chapter)