Everything I bought on online shopping platforms was genuine.

Chapter 181 Yun's Fury

After finishing his morning exercise with Professor Mu, Lin Mo went to the cafeteria for breakfast. Although he can now cook for himself and the food tastes quite good, have you ever seen a chef who enjoys cooking?

Even chefs who serve at state banquets are the same; after all, work is work, and life is life.

To avoid being lazy, he would rather eat out than cook breakfast, unless he was really craving it.

Yesterday, he cooked himself a sumptuous whole chicken feast in the evening, partly to satisfy his cravings and partly to practice his skills. The feast included chicken stew with mushrooms, cola chicken wings, Sichuan-style chicken, dry pot chicken, and chicken soup, giving himself a good nourishing meal.

The taste was absolutely amazing. The only downside was that he had to watch a cooking video before he could make it. But even so, this skill was quite impressive.

He felt that he could make a fortune even if he took over a restaurant, and could even cook high-end private dishes.

After breakfast, Lin Mo returned to his residence to wash up and then prepared to study. He was going to Professor Li's house today, so he had to catch up on his studies, otherwise he would embarrass himself when the teacher checked his work.

Since he moved here, he hasn't gone to the library or study room anymore. It's nice to read quietly at home by himself. Besides, he's comfortable living alone. He can wear whatever he wants, and he has all the snacks, drinks, and air conditioning he needs. There's no need to suffer in a place like the library.

As for the products on the shopping page these past two days, I have to say they're a bit hard to describe. It's not that the products are bad or worthless, but rather that they're strangely valuable.

Thinking of this, Lin Mo couldn't help but look at the glass display case in the living room. Inside, there were two porcelain boxes, one black and one white. The white box was round and the black box was square. The white box contained Longquan ink paste, and the black box contained Tongyan Hui ink.

Both are said to be more expensive than gold. Most importantly, these things are extremely difficult and complex to make, and it can take many years to produce a finished product. They can be said to be true luxury goods, far beyond what foreign brand-name products can compare with.

It's definitely a good product, but it's not easy to sell. First, it doesn't have a clear price, and second, it's a niche product with few users.

It seems that only calligraphers or painting enthusiasts like these things; most people have never even heard of them.

Longquan ink paste does not solidify in winter, does not become oily in summer, does not rot when soaked in water, and leaves marks when burned. It can be guaranteed not to fade for over a hundred years and was even used by emperors in ancient times.

The ink from the tung tree is so fine that there is a saying: "Gold is easy to obtain, but Huizhou ink is hard to come by."

Both weigh 1000 grams, or one kilogram, and are certainly valuable, but they are not easy to sell. At least, they can't fetch a good price on their own.

So he plans to contact his two sugar daddies in the next couple of days and ask Miss Yuan and Liu Ruyan to help him inquire.

After all, there's no use for this thing if he keeps it; he might as well take it out and cash it in.

These past two days, whether it was due to different work schedules or because the policewoman upstairs had to go to work, the two haven't met again, and everything is developing in a positive direction, which makes Lin Mo breathe a sigh of relief.

After all, he was under a lot of pressure dealing with Ms. Zhao.

He then took the "Shennong's Classic of Materia Medica" and sat on the balcony table, quietly reading it, hoping to wait for Professor Li to come over after get off work in the afternoon so he could pass the teacher's inspection.

However, the peaceful days were soon shattered when Director Wang suddenly called at 2:30 pm.

"Hey, Old Mo, where are you?"

As soon as the call connected, Director Wang's anxious voice came through, tinged with a hint of fear.

"You're reading at home, what's wrong?" Lin Mo asked, puzzled.

He had already contacted Professor Li and said he would be going over today. He also told the two of them to make time for a follow-up check-up today. It sounds like something's happened. Sure enough, the next second, Director Wang said anxiously, "Hurry downstairs, quick! Chuanmei and I have been beaten up."

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo jumped to his feet: "What? You got beaten up? Who did you fight with?"

"Oh, stop asking! Hurry up and come downstairs. We're not far from the neighborhood. Just walk towards the art academy next door! Hurry up!" With that, Director Wang hung up the phone.

Seeing this, Lin Mo couldn't care less about continuing to read. What was the point of reading now? His friend had gotten into a fight, and judging from what Director Wang said, they had both suffered a loss.

As a young man in his early twenties, Lin Mo was a hot-blooded young man. He couldn't possibly stand idly by when his friend was beaten. No matter what, among friends, it's all about helping your own friends, not the one in the right. If you messed with my friend, then I have to stand up for him.

He quickly changed his clothes, hurriedly went downstairs, left the residential area, and ran all the way towards the neighboring art academy without daring to stop.

Next door is the Academy of Fine Arts, which has more girls, the opposite of Jiangning University of Science and Technology. So the two schools complement each other.

Old Zhao's girlfriend is a student at this school. They've been dating since high school. Because they know each other, the guys in their dorm used to come here quite often. After all, who doesn't want to have a sweet romance? Maybe they'll bump into someone.

Soon, Lin Mo arrived at the vicinity Wang Chu had mentioned. Just as he was about to take out his phone to ask where the two were, Wang Chu suddenly appeared out of nowhere and grabbed him, saying, "Old Mo, you've finally arrived!"

Lin Mo turned his head and saw that Director Wang was covered in dust and dirt, with two obvious footprints on his white short-sleeved shirt. He was also walking with a limp and looked quite disheveled.

"What's wrong with you? Where's Chuanmei?" Lin Mo asked anxiously, pulling his arm.

Upon hearing this, Director Wang sighed heavily: "Sigh, the Sichuan girl is done for, she's been detained!"

"Captured her? No, what happened? How many of them were there? You actually left Chuanmei there all alone?" Lin Mo asked, his eyes wide.

Wang Chu waved his hands repeatedly: "I'll let it go. You'll see when you get there. There's only one person on the other side. I had no other choice!"

As they walked and talked, Director Wang continued, "Chuanmei and I went to the Academy of Fine Arts to shoot some footage. Chuanmei went to the public restroom, and we were separated for a while. When I saw Chuanmei again, she had already been restrained. Of course, I couldn't just stand by and do nothing, so I went up to help, but I couldn't beat her."

"There's only one person on the other side, and you haven't even fought him yet?" Lin Mo looked at Wang Chu's large physique and found it hard to imagine what kind of tough guy he was.

Wang Chu nodded repeatedly: "I fought that general and was defeated by him several times. I was hit by three of his moves. He was extremely strong, but I don't know his name!"

As they walked to the vicinity of the public restroom, Director Wang immediately stepped forward and stood at the door, shouting, "You audacious thugs, come out now! Today you'll see whether you live or die!"

The next second, upon hearing the noise, a person slowly walked out of the bathroom. He had short hair, a slender figure, delicate features, and an outrageous physique with an exaggerated waist-to-hip ratio, a voluptuous bust, and a healthy tan. His arm muscles were particularly defined.

It was Zhao Yun, the policewoman. When she came out, her face was clearly filled with anger, and she had activated her special skill, "Yun's Wrath."

"You dare come back? You're asking for death!"

The crisp sound should have been pleasant, but Lin Moren was dumbfounded.

"Old Mo, that's her! Let's both of us go get her!"

Lin Mo:
(End of this chapter)