A perfect life begins with changing the timeline.

The meal cost over 400 yuan, which is equivalent to one-fifth of an average person's salary.

And this braised goose head... perhaps Li Mu really doesn't know how to eat it. He thought the taste was quite ordinary, and it didn't give him any special flavor or any wonderful experience.

But that's where the strange thing is.

He was content.

The source of this satisfaction is hard to pinpoint, but I'm in a very good mood.

When he returned to his neighborhood, he happened to see a tennis coach giving a lesson. He asked through the wire mesh if he could play now, and after receiving confirmation, he happily went upstairs to get his racket.

As a result, I had a stomachache right after eating and had to miss half the class...

It was both laughable and absurd.

Finally, with a slight sense of regret, I ended the class and returned home, turning on my computer again.

His post asking for help yesterday received more replies, and after reading them all, he felt a little regretful.

Even though my signature says I'm an author who "lives a miserable life," why doesn't anyone reply to ask me why?

Tsk.

While pondering this, he glanced at the TV program "Young Justice Bao 2".

This show... left a rather so-so impression on him.

The crime-solving plot is far less fresh and surprising than the first one; instead, it's like a mundane account.

However, the ratings are quite strong. In the afternoon, I heard from a colleague that its ratings on the local TV station had already exceeded 10.

With this achievement, satellite broadcasting is only a matter of time.

Thinking of this, he took out his phone and sent a message to Fan Bingbing:

"Congratulations, Fan Bingbing! The ratings have broken 10."

Fan Bingbing did not reply.

I don't know if they're busy.

He didn't mind, and when he saw that it was almost time, he went to take a shower.

Take a shower, choose a book, and go to bed.

I slept without any dreams.

Then, I saw Fan Bingbing's reply early Friday morning:

"Haha, thanks for your kind words, Brother Li."

"When did Brother Li decide to come?"

"I've asked around about the housing developments near the Asian Games Village these past few days and I've gotten a lot of information."

"Is it convenient to make a call now?"

"Is Brother Li asleep? Okay, then I won't disturb you. Goodnight."

Li Mu replied with a message:

"Sorry, I fell asleep last night. I'll arrive in Yanjing on Saturday morning; we can discuss the property information in person then."

He went straight to work after replying.

Fan Bingbing waited until almost 10 o'clock before replying to Li Mu's message:

"Good morning, Brother Li. Send me your flight information, I'll pick you up tomorrow."

After sending back the flight information, Li Mu quickly pushed his cart to deliver the manuscript paper.

To outsiders, he's a multi-millionaire, but at work he's still that diligent, hardworking intern. Yet, he's quite happy. He's even satisfied with his current situation because these recent interviews have shown him many new things, and perhaps only a limited perspective, but he's come to understand to some extent why wealthy people on TV seem so relaxed.

The greatest help that money provides him is a sense of security, a confidence to handle anything with certainty. Even though he is just a junior intern, he lives a very comfortable life every day, or at least that's how he sees it.

At noon, Li Mu saw Wang Fan at the entrance of his workplace.

"Mr. Li, here are your round-trip tickets."

"Okay, thank you, it's kind of you to make the trip."

"It's not hard work."

Wang Fan shook his head. Although he was very curious about what role this General Manager Li played in the newspaper, he didn't ask further. Instead, he said:

"Mr. Li, we have an investment reception next Saturday. Would you like to attend?"

"Can."

Li Mu agreed, and Wang Fan immediately nodded:

"Okay, I'll keep the invitation letter for you then. Oh, and by the way, the passports are being processed. If you're sure, Mr. Li, we'll submit the list in the next few days."

"Going to America?"

「对。下个月9月8号出发，9号到达。10号参加投资会，11号自由活动，12号回来。」

"Five days?"

"Yes, that includes a weekend. Including the return journey, it's a total of six days."

Upon hearing this time, Li Mu hesitated.

After all, it's been quite a while.

But his curiosity about America ultimately prevailed over the thought of "would it be troublesome to ask the newspaper for leave?" and he nodded again:

"no problem."

He really wanted to go and see.

Or rather... the world is so big, he wanted to go and see it.

After receiving confirmation, Wang Fan left. Li Mu, on the other hand, packed the plane ticket into his bag and returned to the newspaper office.

After a leisurely afternoon, another busy week came to an end.

Everyone enjoyed their holiday with peace of mind.

Li Mu was the same way, even looking forward to it before falling asleep.

The reason is simple: he has never been on an airplane.

They didn't even know which way the airport gates opened.

Tomorrow I will be embarking on my first airplane trip, and it's impossible not to be excited.

The night passed, and before 7 a.m., he got up, picked up his suitcase, and went out the door.

Leave home, take a taxi, arrive.

Outside the Guangzhou airport buildings, his gaze remained fixed on the planes taking off and landing in the air. A mixture of indescribable excitement and a little trepidation filled him as he took his ticket and walked into the airport.

After consulting, having my ticket checked, and going through security with my luggage, I arrived at the boarding gate.

After completing all the formalities, just before boarding, he sent a message to Fan Bingbing, and then turned off his phone after receiving a reply of "See you in Yanjing," before entering the so-called "first class."

The seats were spacious, and the flight attendants were beautiful.

But he was too embarrassed to keep looking, so he could only occasionally glance at the smiling flight attendants out of the corner of his eye.

At the same time, he was trying to recall which magazine he had read it in, so he took out a piece of chewing gum from his pocket and popped it into his mouth.

This thing is supposed to balance something... pressure?

I don't quite remember.

But since this was his first flight, it was always good to be meticulous in his preparations.

When these smiling flight attendants approached him and asked if he needed a blanket or something, Li Mu instinctively refused.

Well, it's best not to cause trouble for others.

With this thought in mind, he spent a period of time filled with novelty. Then, the cabin door closed, and the plane began to taxi. Then, with a sudden, intense urge to urinate, the white giant bird, representing the pinnacle of human technology, soared into the sky.

With his heart pounding, he gripped the handrail, chewed his gum, and looked out the window.

The once-vast city of Guangzhou was rapidly shrinking, and he glimpsed the entire city for the first time.

So this is what it looks like from high above.

As he thought about it, he gradually felt that strange, uncomfortable sensation in his ears. But Li Mu didn't care at all, and just kept looking out the window until the plane disappeared into the clouds and the ground was no longer visible.

It doesn't matter.

This vast sea of ​​clouds is also a breathtaking sight.

As he gradually felt the glare, he squinted.

……

"Brother Li, walk forward, I see you. Walk forward, do you see that white BMW?"

At 11 a.m. on Saturday, Fan Bingbing, sitting in the driver's seat, held up her phone and looked at Li Mu as he arrived at the parking lot. She quickly rolled down the window and waved to him.

But they didn't get off the bus.

She's practically a household name, so it would be troublesome if she were recognized at this time.

Li Mu raised his hand and strode quickly toward the big star wearing large sunglasses.