Chapter 501 The Information is in Hand
"Xiao Lin is in trouble. How is it? Is it serious? Do you need our help?" Although Ms. Jiang had only overheard the phone call, she roughly understood what had happened.

There were two young people who went to Lin Mo's restaurant for a meal, but were turned away because of the restaurant's rules. Feeling embarrassed, they thought of using their connections to cause trouble. That was the apparent reason. As for whether there were any deeper reasons, no one knew. But at least it was certain that Lin Mo was in trouble.

Upon hearing this, Miss Yuan shook her head: "I already asked Mozi before, and he said it wasn't necessary, he could handle it himself!"

"I see. That makes sense. Ruyan is dating him now. Given Ruyan's personality, it shouldn't be too difficult to handle."

Nevertheless, you should talk to Xiaolin and ask him to speak up if he needs anything. If he can't do anything else, he can at least mediate. Besides, our family has a regular spot at that restaurant, and your father paid for it. It's only right and proper to help out," Ms. Jiang said.

That makes sense. You see, Old Yuan paid half of the renovation costs for this restaurant because he values ​​its future development and wants to have a permanent place there, which will make him look good.

This is similar to having a VIP seat at the most famous restaurant in the country; it's a display of status.

If Lin Mo's restaurant develops well in the future and becomes the most prestigious restaurant in Jiangning City, people will have to queue up every week to eat there, but his restaurant won't have to. Even business partners will have to look up to his restaurant.

Ms. Jiang and Miss Yuan both thought the same thing: Lin Mo would notify Liu Ruyan to resolve the matter, since they were well aware of Lin Mo's family background.

“Well, Mo said he would ask if I needed any help. This time he asked me to help investigate the identities of these people. If possible, please check their family backgrounds, property addresses, the more detailed the better.” After Miss Yuan finished speaking, she looked at her older brother Yuan Hua.

"No, don't look at me. You're not going to ask me to investigate for you, are you?" Yuan Hua said, feeling utterly exasperated.

He was unwilling to get involved in Lin Mo's matter in the first place, but now that he had already helped, he was being asked to continue helping. Wasn't this just bullying an honest person?

As soon as he finished speaking, Ms. Jiang, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but say, "We're all friends, and you'll probably have to keep in touch in the future. Who knows, we might need Xiao Lin's help sometime. Your grandfather got his massage from Xiao Lin. So what? If we need your help, just do it. If it really doesn't work, when your dad comes back later, you can tell him to have his secretary check it out."

For Ms. Jiang, Lin Mo was definitely a good kid. She was good-looking, polite, and well-behaved. She was also Professor Li's student and could bring out some nice things from time to time. Her family had already enjoyed them several times. Especially her face, which was something that money couldn't buy. Most importantly, Lin Mo had indirectly helped her son advance his marriage. How could she not thank them?

If Lin Mo hadn't won over Liu Ruyan, her son would probably still be pining for her, practically begging for her hand in marriage. So, naturally, Ms. Jiang had to help with this little matter.

"I understand, Mom," Yuan Hua nodded in agreement, looking like a wilted eggplant.

He could refuse if it were Miss Yuan's request, but when his mother spoke, it was like an imperial edict, and he had to do it no matter what.

He was now puzzled. Lin Mo, that seemingly ordinary young man, was so likable.

The girl he likes is dating someone else, his sister is good friends with that person, and even his mother is siding with the other person. Who is your real son anyway?

Meanwhile, Lin Mo finally got to video chat with Liu Ruyan that evening.

"Sister Ruyan, I need to tell you something. The restaurant is temporarily closed for the time being. I have some things to take care of," Lin Mo said.

Upon hearing this, Liu Ruyan on the other end of the video call asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Whether the restaurant is open or not doesn't really affect Liu Ruyan much, since she hasn't decided who will dine there next week. She can just say she's given the table to someone else. What she's more curious about is what Lin Mo is going to do.

"I'm going to be studying medicine with my teacher soon, and he's going to accompany me on a trip. He said he'll mentor me personally, so I was thinking of closing the restaurant for a while," Lin Mo said casually. He told a little lie because if Liu Ruyan knew about this, she definitely wouldn't be able to work there in peace, and might even have to come back. Since that was the case, it was better to push it onto his teacher, Professor Li, since it wasn't a secret that he was studying medicine with Professor Li.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Liu Ruyan nodded: "I see. Okay, I'll tell Xiaotian that your studies are a big deal, and it will be very beneficial for you to learn more from Professor Li."

Liu Ruyan saw it very clearly: no matter how much money Lin Mo's restaurant could make, there was a limit to how much it could earn, and it couldn't possibly earn more than her, let alone her family.

Therefore, Liu Ruyan didn't care much about making money; on the contrary, studying medicine with Professor Li was indeed an opportunity.

Others may not know, but doesn't she? A highly skilled doctor has an extensive network of connections that most people can't even imagine.

It would be good if Lin Mo could learn real skills. Even if he didn't master them, as a direct disciple, it would be good for him to go out and broaden his horizons with Professor Li. He might even be able to build some connections.

And so, the two happily decided that the restaurant would temporarily close next week.

When chatting with Liu Ruyan, Lin Mo laughed without hesitation, showing no signs of awkwardness. In fact, their conversation was so intimate that it would have been a social disaster if a third person had overheard it.

The next morning, instead of going for his morning exercise, Lin Mo got up early and went to the Mengya Media studio to wait for news.

During that time, he also made a phone call home. His mother was using a new iPhone and was in high spirits lately.

The car was in use, and the cell phone was mailed back by her son (a souvenir from the Forest Kindergarten). In addition, Lin Mo brought back things, including the Poria cocos throat lozenges which helped the two of them recover a lot, and the honey which improved her complexion. In short, Zhou Hui and her husband seemed to have become several years younger recently, and even their health had improved a lot.

Of course, Lin Mo didn't say anything special. He just inquired about the two elders' health, told them to take a rest, and then hung up the phone.

Lin Mo then fed Wangcai while waiting for everyone.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Chuanmei and the others arrived one after another. Seeing the faint smile on his face, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the atmosphere in the studio improved considerably.

At 11:30 a.m., Miss Yuan walked in with her hair in pigtails and a stack of documents in her hand, and Lin Mo immediately stood up.

"Don't worry, Sister Yuan, you can rest assured. All the information is here," Miss Yuan said, waving the documents in her hand.

Seeing this, Lin Mo gave a thumbs up, then took the document and flipped through it casually, a smile immediately appearing on his face.

"Sister Yuan is reliable!"

Upon hearing this, Miss Yuan put her hands on her hips and said proudly, "Of course, tell me, what are your plans?"

Lin Mo looked at the documents in his hand without replying, but his smile grew increasingly sinister.

(End of this chapter)

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