Everything I bought on online shopping platforms was genuine.

Chapter 158 You are now the oldest.
What a ruthless tongue! What a homemade double-barreled shotgun! He knew that his mutated online shopping page was no ordinary thing; it really could reveal anything.

Especially that homemade double-barreled shotgun, which even came with a matching set: a black shoulder bag and a white mask. Wearing this outfit, he could go straight to a comic convention.

At this moment, his desire for an independent and private space reached its peak. He wondered if his shopping page also had a dimensional pocket. If it did, he would collect all the illegal but useful items.

If not, Lin Mo also thought that once he was completely financially independent, he would return to his hometown, find a rural area nestled by mountains and water, build a self-built house, and then set up a room to display all his exhibits.

Even if I can't use it, just looking at it makes me feel good.

As for the "ruthless iron mouth," if he guessed correctly, it should be a skill of the Thousand-Hand Guanyin played by Tang Youyou in a certain drama. The setting is that she can catch darts with her mouth 100%. Nobody was looking at the shopping page, so it warned him to stay away from people because his phlegm was poisonous.

To be honest, although it is a skill, it is somewhat disgusting. Even without any prerequisites, he dares not take it.

If he chooses this skill, he can eat his fill after just one trip outside, and he'll even catch people spitting out food. Wouldn't that be disastrous?
Besides, who says only humans have phlegm? Anyway, even if this skill were given to him for free, he wouldn't accept it; it's too treacherous.

It must be said that this skill also reminded him that not every skill or item can be bought on the shopping page, even if it's not illegal.

Because some items or skills have negative effects, buying every skill will only harm you in the end.

With no other option, he opted for a second growth spurt. That's right, he's now Lin 179.4 Mo, one step closer to his goal of 180.

Physical development cannot stop. If you have Latin dance experience, choose Latin dance; if not, choose height. In short, his motto is to be taller, bigger, and longer!
"Teacher, Principal Tang, please have a taste."

In the principal's office, Lin Mo made tea for Professor Mu and Principal Tang.

Three days had passed since he went to the city to return the money to Emperor Ruyan and Miss Yuan.

Liu Ruyan didn't contact him again in the past three days, and he naturally continued to live a very self-disciplined life at school as usual. Even though he had no classes in his senior year, he still lived a very fulfilling life.

I didn't miss a single thing: morning runs, reading, and leveling up my skills. I also received two awards from Jiangning City for my heroic deeds and took a few photos.

Meanwhile, counselor Jiang Tao, needing manpower for his commendation by relevant municipal departments, specially organized a class meeting to have all the students in the class come and help.

He received the title of "Advanced Individual in Righteous and Courageous Acts" awarded by Jiangning City, along with a cash reward of 10,000 yuan and an honorary certificate of 10,000 yuan from the Righteous and Courageous Acts Foundation.

The two awards came down very quickly, with the prize money even arriving in my account on the spot. There weren't any complicated interviews either; they just took a few photos for publicity. Even the school's prize money came down quickly. In short, it was all very fast.

Of course, he wasn't idle on the shopping page these past few days either, buying fish oil, Jiuzhitang bone-strengthening oral liquid, and a tablet computer for one cent.

Both of the former are health supplements. The fish oil is described as slowing brain atrophy, preventing Alzheimer's disease, and caring for parents' health; while Jiuzhitang Bone Strengthening Oral Liquid is described as a product for addressing osteoporosis in the elderly, promoting a youthful state, and being a healthy product.

Most importantly, both products had the word "elderly" in their descriptions, which immediately reminded him of his parents back home.

This kind of good-for-healthy stuff is impossible to sell; it has to be sold to our own family.

Moreover, unlike Angong Niuhuang Wan, this stuff can be taken even when you're not sick, and it can also regulate your body and prevent diseases. In fact, it's more valuable than Angong Niuhuang Wan.

After all, the two pills of Angong Niuhuang Wan that he obtained did not come with any instructions, so they should only have the original effects, which are only used by elderly people who suddenly fall ill.

It's a pity that both items have the word "elderly" in their descriptions, otherwise he would have liked to get some himself.

Based on his understanding of shopping pages, this thing should only be effective for the elderly, and probably wouldn't work for a young person like him.

"Well, I must say, Xiao Lin, your tea-brewing skills are indeed much better than those of us laymen," Principal Tang said with a smile after taking a sip of tea.

Professor Mu quietly sipped her tea without saying a word. She had come today because staff from the Jiangning City Righteous and Courageous Deeds Foundation were coming.

At first, she thought it was her good junior brother who had fought for it, but she didn't expect that what she got from her junior brother was news that leaders in the public security system had intervened.

Privately, Principal Tang even asked Lin Mo if he knew Director Jiang of the Jiangning City Public Security Bureau.

When Lin Mo heard this, he knew that it was Miss Yuan's uncle. He just didn't expect that such a high-ranking leader would actually care about such a small matter. He thought it was just a polite remark.

Then he simply nodded and said that it was an elder he knew. Upon hearing this, Principal Tang looked at him with even more kindness.

He thought to himself, "My senior sister wouldn't be so attentive to just any student, she must have some connections."

As for Professor Mu, she had heard from her husband that Lin Mo had some connection with the family of the old leader she went to see for treatment. However, she didn't feel the need to explain to her junior colleague. It wasn't a bad thing; a little misunderstanding was fine.

"I'm glad you like it. I'm sorry to have troubled you with my affairs, Principal," Lin Mo said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Principal Tang waved his hand repeatedly: "It's nothing, don't worry about it. As a student of our school, this is what you should do."

Your application to join the Party is well-written! The handwriting is so neat; I almost thought it was printed. This strong, regular script shows you've put in a lot of effort, haha!

At this moment, Principal Tang had a Party membership application on his right. He had been free these past two days, so he wrote one and handed it in today.

"I haven't studied much, I just practiced calligraphy for a while before, but it can't compare to your handwriting, Principal. It's so elegant." Lin Mo was a little embarrassed by the praise and quickly said that he was just practicing casually, while also giving the principal a small compliment.

Sure enough, Principal Tang laughed twice upon hearing this and said, "Haha, senior sister, look at Xiao Lin! His future is limitless, and he's almost as talkative as us!"

The old lady was quite pleased that her student had made her look good in public; even if she didn't say it, the smile on her lips betrayed her.

"Don't tell me. Don't you know who your students are? Alright, go do what you're supposed to do. You don't need to stay here with the two of us. You seem pretty uncomfortable. Oh, and don't forget to take your medicine!" Professor Mu said to him with a smile.

Lin Mo nodded upon hearing this: "Understood, teacher. I'll be going now. Goodbye, Principal Tang!"

"Okay, go ahead. I'll let you know if there's any news," Principal Tang said with a wave of his hand and a smile.

Lin Mo turned and left, only breathing a sigh of relief after stepping outside.

Despite his apparent ease and confidence around Professor Mu and other elderly people, he honestly prefers being with people his own age. When he's with these high-ranking elders, he has to think carefully before he speaks, lest he leave a bad impression.

After leaving the teaching building, Lin Mo checked the time and saw that it was already 2 PM. He hurried towards Chuan Mei's residence.

Firstly, Manager Ma asked him to go and look at the house; secondly, the prerequisites for his sketch were almost complete—just the last 10 Peppa Pig figures were missing.

I have to test how far my sketching skills can go!

He soon arrived at Chuanmei's place, pushed open the door, and found no one there. He knew without a doubt that this guy had been called up by Miss Yuan upstairs to be her companion.

They called for the elevator, went upstairs, and sure enough, when they opened the door, they found Miss Yuan and Director Wang practicing billiards.

There's nothing I can do. Ever since those two lost to him in billiards, they've been holding a grudge and are still very dissatisfied. They've challenged him again and again these past few days, but the result is obvious: they lose inexplicably every time. Now they've completely lost interest in playing with him.

After all, they could accept being defeated by fair and square skills, but losing to Lin Mo's "lucky streak" all the time is something no one can stand.

"Old Mo's back. How much bonus did you get today?" Chuanmei, sitting on the sofa, couldn't help but ask.

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo placed the certificate issued by the foundation on the table and smiled, "Same as always, ten thousand yuan."

Hearing this, Chuanmei rolled her eyes at him: "Damn, you've really put on a good show. Ten thousand yuan, you make it sound so easy. What you've earned these past two days is more than I've made from live streaming and advertising. You really deserve to die!" In the past two days, Chuanmei had received part of the final payment for her advertising fees, and her income was quite considerable, amounting to tens of thousands of yuan.

With the income, she paid back the money she owed him as soon as possible. At first, she was quite happy, but as he brought back 10,000 yuan in bonuses every day for the past two days, the girl broke down again.

Lin Mo has received nearly 50,000 yuan in bonuses alone for this act of bravery.

Wang Chu and Chuan Mei were so envious that their eyes were practically red with envy.

On the contrary, Miss Yuan came over and looked at his certificate with some satisfaction, and said with a smile: "Not bad, Mozi, as expected of someone who hangs out with me. I'll take this picture and post it on my WeChat Moments, hehe!"

She doesn't care about the money, but she absolutely can't miss out on something that allows her to show off on social media.

After the group calmed down, the three of them turned around and saw that Lin Mo was drawing Peppa Pig in his notebook, and he had almost filled an entire notebook with it.

"No, it's been days already. Why are you drawing this stuff every day? If you really like it, I'll take you to a tattoo shop to get a Peppa Pig tattoo. Applause for the socialite. I'll pay for it," Miss Yuan said disdainfully.

Lin Mo's generation was able to enjoy the last bit of benefits of the "fine rice bowl" (a metaphor for a period of decline in education). The worst cartoons they watched as children were Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf, Fruit Ninja, or even Kabuto, unlike today's children who only have that pink pig in their childhood.

As people who have experienced hardship, it's no wonder they find it strange that he draws Peppa Pig every day, sometimes for several days at a time. After all, they simply can't understand what's so appealing about a pink pig.

"Hey Lao Mo, you haven't been through anything, have you? Maybe I have some resources to share with you?" Chuan Mei said.

Lin Mo:
"You're still watching those unhealthy videos? Stop creating so many artifacts from the Warring States period. As the saying goes, 'Young people don't know any better.'"

Seeing Miss Yuan standing to the side, Lin Mo swallowed the rest of his words.

"Speak, young man, what do you not know?" Miss Yuan asked curiously.

Lin Mo: "Ahem, it's nothing, it's just that he watches porn by himself at night!"

Upon hearing this, Miss Yuan gave the Sichuan girl a disdainful look: "Ew~~~ You actually~"

"No, I didn't. I've reformed, pshaw, going ashore isn't right either. Anyway, I haven't touched those things for a long time, okay?" Chuanmei quickly retorted.

However, his rebuttal was too weak, and none of the three, including Wang Chu, believed him. Chuan Mei immediately broke down.

Just then, Lin Mo finally finished drawing the last Peppa Pig. Instantly, his fingers trembled slightly, and a lot of knowledge about sketching came to mind.

He then looked at Miss Yuan and carefully observed her face, focusing on her facial features and bone structure.

Then, taking a pencil, I started writing quickly on the notebook.

He drew a rough outline in less than two minutes.

Seeing this, the three of them were quite curious, and Miss Yuan even leaned closer and asked, "Is this a sketch? It actually looks quite convincing!"

But as her facial features slowly appeared, Miss Yuan's expression gradually turned to shock, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"This is how I looked when I was little. How come you..."

"Holy crap, Old Mo, you can even sketch!"

"Wow, you've got it now, haven't you?"

Of the three, Miss Yuan was shocked to find that the sketch in the notebook was of her as a child, around five or six years old. Although it was a sketch, it was drawn with remarkable realism.

Wang Chu and Chuan Mei were shocked that Lin Mo could sketch, because he hadn't shown that he could do this for several years.

"I used to know how to draw, but I haven't done it in a long time, so I'm a bit rusty. Is it alright?" Lin Mo handed the notebook to Miss Yuan with a smile.

"No, how do you know what I looked like when I was little? Did you see a picture of me when I was little at my maternal grandmother's house last time?" Miss Yuan murmured, looking at the sketch in the notebook.

Hearing this, Lin Mo said smugly, "No, this is what I just drew by shrinking down based on your facial features and bone structure. It's easy enough if you have hands!"

Ignoring the shock of Director Wang and the other man, Miss Yuan was very excited: "Wait a minute, you can actually sketch, and you can do it so well! Quick, quick, draw me another one, just like I am now, I'll be your model."

"No problem." Lin Mo was just worried about not having a chance to use his new skill, so of course he had to seize this opportunity to show off in front of others.

He then took the notebook and picked up the pencil. Miss Yuan, like Sento Isuzu, pulled a long toy smoothbore gun from her skirt and slung it over her shoulder.

"Draw me! Draw a portrait of me!"

Wang and the other man stared wide-eyed, like copper bells.

Sichuan girl: "Damn, pulling a gun out of his crotch, so cool! How did you do that? Sister Yuan, teach me, I want to learn that!"

Director Wang: "Didn't you already know how to pull a gun out of your crotch? Why do you need to learn?"

Faced with the two's bickering, Lin Mo was stumped, frozen in place for a long time, unable to put pen to paper.

Miss Yuan, carrying a gun, spent a long time striking poses like Policewoman Caitlin, but then she noticed Lin Mo holding a pen and not moving at all, which immediately annoyed her.

"Are you sure you can handle this, Greyhound!"

Lin Mo:
Well, the black dog has become a greyhound. Does its nickname change that quickly?

However, he encountered a problem at this time, because he found that he could only draw what a person looked like when they were a child or when they grew up, but he could not draw what they looked like now.

Isn't this the end of it? He was all set to go all out, but who would have thought the product description would be so accurate, and it really followed the description requirements so strictly?

"My plans might change. Would you believe me if I said I might not be able to do face-to-face portrait sketches?"

Yuan Meng: ? ? ?
"No way, are you kidding me? I've already pulled out a gun, and now you're telling me I can't draw it?"

Lin Mo: "Ahem, I'm only good at drawing people as children or as adults. Detailed sketching isn't my forte, so..."

Hearing this, Miss Yuan's little head was filled with big question marks. Aren't they all just drawing? But she still spoke up:

"Then draw me a picture of her as an adult, preferably with fair skin, a beautiful face, long legs, and a curvy figure."

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo looked at Miss Yuan, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

"What's wrong? Didn't you say it was okay?"

Lin Mo: "Um... you're the oldest now."

Yuan Meng: ? ? ?
(End of this chapter)