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Chapter 135 You're using all my words!
It turns out that people really can't speak when they're extremely speechless.

Yuan Meng's maternal grandmother looked at her children with a belly full of anger, "Look at the kind of thing you gave birth to!"

If this weren't her daughter's second child, she would have urged her to have another one soon.

They're still pressuring her to get married, and now she'll have a mentally challenged child.

At this moment, Ms. Jiang wanted to slap her daughter twice. "If it hadn't worked out, where would I be? Without me, where would you be? Tell me, did it work out or not?"
But Miss Yuan seems to have lost her mind, still debating whether it's going to work out or not. She's getting so anxious! Just give her an answer, why are you two giving her such a hard time? Honestly.

When she realized what she had said, her face turned red instantly, because Ms. Jiang pinched her.

There was no other way; I had to do it myself since it was my own daughter.

As for Lin Mo, it was already past 2 PM when he came out. He only breathed a sigh of relief after taking Professor Mu back to the faculty and staff residential area.

It must be said that although it was quite troublesome, the gains were also considerable.

Not only did I receive an honorary certificate from the school, but I also received a bonus, although the bonus will take two days to be processed.

Also, I have already received permission to join the Party, so all I need to do is go back and write an application to join the Party and submit it.

Secondly, he added Principal Tang on WeChat, who said that he would be notified if he won any awards in the future.

As for interviews and school-wide commendations, he didn't care much about them; they were all superficial, and he would rather not have them if he could.

I always feel a bit ashamed that I'm being filmed and the footage will be posted online, since I'm just an ordinary person and I never thought about becoming famous.

He had even thought that the only time he might be filmed in his life would be when the camera was on his wedding day, but he never expected it to happen so soon.

Looking at his WeChat friend list, Lin Mo couldn't help but sigh that the people he was associating with lately were getting into increasingly higher social circles.

Liu Ruyan, Professor Mu, Professor Li, Principal Tang, Senior Brother Fan, and Senior Brother Pan, the director of the Rehabilitation Department—at the very least, they are all doctors like Fan Peng.

Don't be fooled by his seemingly mediocre medical skills. He managed to paralyze himself with just three needles, which might seem unreliable. But if it weren't for his shopping website, years later, Fan Peng and he would be living in completely different social classes.

Of course, Zhao Tingting is out of the question. He even wants to find time to delete her contact information. The main reason is that he agreed to add her contact information in the first place because of Director Wang. Now that Director Wang is no longer trying to curry favor with him, it seems like there's no point in keeping it.

Moreover, Zhao Tingting now knows her own situation, and the probability of her contacting them again is extremely low. In short, even if she stays, they will probably just gather dust in the contact list. At most, she might be asked to help her cut a price on Pinduoduo, or perhaps in ten or eight years, she might like a post on their WeChat Moments for their child.

Lin Mo sent a message to Chuanmei on his phone to ask for her location before he arrived at Chengyue Community.

When he went upstairs, he saw the Sichuan girl eating takeout as soon as he opened the door. It was pork rib rice, but the color looked terrible.

"By the way, why are you all alone? Where's Director Wang?" Lin Mo asked as soon as he entered, noticing that only Chuan Mei was there.

"He was called away by the class monitor and hasn't come back yet," Chuanmei said, swallowing a mouthful of meat and frowning.

"He's not back yet? Did he go into the Spider Cave or something?"

Lin Mo was somewhat surprised. Several hours had passed, and he had already attended the awards ceremony and given the interview, yet Director Wang's matter was still not finished.

"Who knows? But I'm used to it. This has been happening frequently these past two days. I don't know where the squad leader gets so much work. At this rate, it'll be October 1st soon, and I have a feeling that Director Wang will be called by the squad leader to husk corn for her family."

Lin Mo:
Well, it's certainly possible, but he also admires Squad Leader Wang quite a bit. He can come up with all sorts of methods; he must have a strategist guiding him behind the scenes.

After all, he had come to understand Wang Da's personality over the past three years; she definitely didn't have that kind of brain.

If it were Zhao Tingting, he wouldn't have doubted it at all.

"Why are you ordering takeout again? It's much better to order a meal together and eat at the cafeteria. It's clean, hygienic, and the prices are reasonable," Lin Mo advised, looking at the takeout order from the Sichuan girl.

The Sichuan girl sighed helplessly, "Since neither of you are here, I'm too lazy to move, so I can only order takeout. Although the taste is a bit off, at least I don't have to go downstairs."

Hearing this, Lin Mo curled his lips and said with a look of disgust, "You're so lazy. I always say that the constitution of our generation of young people is not good. I have never drunk a drop of 82 Lafite, but I have never missed a single frozen meat from 82." "It's okay. I'll get some of the Chinese medicine you take to replenish my body in a couple of days. Someone as health-conscious as me would never let myself suffer."

Lin Mo:
Drinking brine with soy milk while cursing your mother?
You think you can recover from this by drinking a few doses of herbal medicine? Li Shiya, you're something else, your thought process is just so peculiar.

In the kitchen, Lin Mo heated up some traditional Chinese medicine for himself, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp, instantly putting on a mask of pain.

Meanwhile, the Sichuan girl was in the living room, marveling at the honorary certificate he was awarded.

"Wow, that's amazing! It even comes with a certificate. But this banner is really ordinary, it has no special features at all. If it were me, I would write, 'Save my life, you deserve to be enshrined in the Imperial Ancestral Temple!'" The Sichuan girl shook her head at the banner.

Such a great favor, and you just say "acting bravely for a just cause"? Write more, otherwise you won't be able to express your feelings.

"Get lost. He's very serious, and there are media around. What's with all the fuss? If you really want to give him something, I'll take you to Professor Li in a couple of days. You can give him a banner that says, 'Traditional Chinese Medicine Practitioner Li Chengyang, treats kidney deficiency, sugar-free,' how about that?" Lin Mo laughed.

Although he felt the banner was a bit plain, it was still a token of their goodwill, so there was no reason to complain.

Upon hearing this, the Sichuan girl shook her head repeatedly: "That won't do. If I give it away, won't everyone know that I have kidney deficiency?"

"You could transform into Li Shiya and deliver it yourself, that way no one would know. After all, what does Li Shiya's kidney deficiency have to do with you, Li Chuan?"

Sichuan girl:.
"Forget it, what's the use of a banner? This certificate will just end up gathering dust soon anyway. Let's get something more practical. Old Mo, is there a bonus?"

For most people, these banners and certificates are really useless; they can't be eaten or drunk, and it's far more practical to give some money.

"Yes, about 30,000, but we have to go through the procedures; it can't be done on the spot," Lin Mo nodded.

Upon hearing this, Chuanmei quickly stood up and pulled him to sit down: "Godfather, please sit down, hehe!"

"What?" Lin Mo leaned back tactically.

The Sichuan girl rubbed her hands together: "I'm a little short on cash lately."

"Come on, a blogger as big as you, do you need money?" Lin Mo didn't believe it.

After all, Chuanmei's fan base is approaching one million. Although he is not a self-media creator, he knows that an account of this size has a considerable earning potential.

"I've only been popular for a few days, less than half a month at most. I've been spending a lot lately. I just upgraded my equipment, moved and bought some new decorations, and I haven't settled the final payments for some orders yet. I can't do live streams every day, or my fans will get bored," the Sichuan girl complained.

His family was already well-off, and he tended to be quite extravagant with his money. Recently, he's been spending too much and doesn't dare ask his family for more.

Of course, the main reason is that his popularity was short-lived, and he spent a lot of money, resulting in a deficit.

"Okay, I happen to have some left. How much do you want? How much should I pay you?" Lin Mo asked, taking out his phone.

Sichuan girl: "The more the merrier, WeChat is fine."

Lin Mo: "By the way, how long have you been using WeChat?"

"It's been so many years, what happened?" the Sichuan girl asked, puzzled.

Lin Mo: "Did you know that WeChat Pay has been changed to WeChat Services, and you can even borrow money now? Open WeBank Loan, your limit should be 80,000 yuan, but I have more, I have 120,000 yuan."

Sichuan girl:.
Dude, if I remember correctly, I'm the one who's doing self-media, and before he even advertised, he's already fed me a piece of shit?

"All of these are my words!"

Lin Mo: "Whoever says it first gets to keep it, hehe."

(End of this chapter)