A perfect life begins with changing the timeline.

The announcement of the Olympic bid results is definitely a big event, but for reporters in the newspaper, the pressure isn't actually that great.

The reporters involved in this matter had already gone to Yanjing, leaving behind those responsible for other news.

So everyone goes to work and leaves work as usual.

However, the editorial department and the review team were not so lucky. They would definitely have to work overtime today. As long as the bid for the Olympics was successful, the reporters in Beijing would have to record the news as quickly as possible, send it back to the newspaper, and then send back the news articles and photos that met the word count requirements according to the pre-reserved sections, so that they could be published in tomorrow's newspaper as soon as possible.

Therefore, tonight's Southern Metropolis Daily is destined to be a sleepless night.

But for interns like Li Mu, it wasn't so tough; they could just leave work on time.

Li Mu didn't contact Fan Bingbing that afternoon.

But when Li Mu got home, the other party sent him a message:

"Brother Li, we agreed to meet at 6:30, we should be done by around 9 o'clock."

"Okay, I understand."

After he replied, he saw an old man waving at him from the tennis court in the community:

"Xiao Li, hurry up, we've been waiting for you."

"I'll go back and change right away."

We were all members of the class, and we happened to have arranged to play rallies tonight.

Although I initially started exercising just on the advice of the wheelchair-bound guy, tennis... well, you know what, once you learn how to play it, it's actually quite interesting.

He's been really addicted to it these past few days.

Most importantly... it decompresses files.

In just a few hours, we'll know whether this first investment was a success or a failure. No matter how strong its core is, it still has all the normal human emotions and desires.

So he ran home quickly, changed into his sportswear, and headed straight to the court with his tennis bag.

Soon, the sound of the ball being hit repeatedly rang out.

Time flew by, and it was already 8:50.

Just as Li Mu was about to finish, drenched in sweat, he heard his phone ring.

When I picked it up, I saw that it was a call from Fan Bingbing.

"Hey, Fan Bingbing?"

"Brother Li... I'm done. Come over now."

There was something strange about her voice:

"I've already taken a car back to the hotel. I...I'll wait for you."

That statement sounds ambiguous no matter how you look at it.

But Li Mu knew perfectly well that her tone... meant she was very nervous.

So he said:

"I'm exercising. I'll go back, take a shower, change my clothes, and then I'll head over."

"……sports?"

"Yeah, let's play ball."

"You still have the mind to play ball at a time like this?"

Her tone was utterly absurd.

Li Mule laughed:

"Ha, why not? At this point, it's a matter of sticking your neck out or not. There's no difference, so why make such a fuss?"

"Well……"

Fan Bingbing, whose fingers had been gripping the phone tightly without her noticing, instinctively loosened her grip upon hearing this.

This person... is really calm.

She thought to herself.

So he quickly said:

"Then Brother Li, hurry up, I'll wait for you."

"Um."

So, at 9:30, when Fan Bingbing heard a knock on the door and quickly opened it, she saw Li Mu standing there, wearing a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, looking like a male college student with a youthful and energetic face.

"hello."

Fan Bingbing, who had felt a bit cold in her hands and feet after returning to the hotel, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief when she saw him.

"Brother Li!"

Unconsciously, a look of joy appeared on her face, and she quickly stepped aside:

"Come in quickly."

"Um."

Li Mu responded and went into the room.

There was a chessboard on the coffee table in the suite, but both chess boxes were closed.

Clearly, she wasn't really interested in playing chess.

The television was also on, showing CCTV1 broadcasting the live broadcast of the Olympic bid gala.

Seeing this, Li Mu said:

"It's starting at 10 o'clock sharp."

"..."

Fan Bingbing nodded silently.

Li Mu then sat down directly on the sofa and asked:

"Has the contract been signed?"

"Yes, it's signed."

Fan Bingbing seemed somewhat absent-minded, but then, as if remembering something, she walked to the suitcase in the corner and said:

"Speaking of which... I really have to thank Brother Li. I was just worried about not having any work. So... hehe, I prepared a gift."

She took a bottle of red wine out of her bag; the label looked a bit worn.

"Brother Li, this is just a small token of my appreciation. Thank you!"

"This is……?"

"A 1990 vintage Bordeaux red wine. I know Brother Li is not short of money, and I didn't know how to express my gratitude, so I had to bring out my treasured collection."

Li Mu didn't actually know much about red wine, but for some reason, after hearing the vintage and carefully looking at the label, he subconsciously said:

"Petrus?"

Fan Bingbing's eyes lit up:

"Does Brother Li know about this?"

Following the sudden flash of knowledge in his mind, he nodded and said:

"Yes, it's Kennedy's favorite. 90 was a great year for wine, and the red wines from the major Bordeaux wineries were all of excellent quality. This Petrus, along with Lafite and Latour, all received perfect scores from Parker. And... the most precious thing about this wine isn't the perfect score from 90, but that in 91, because the grape quality didn't meet the standards, Petrus simply stopped production. Because of this, everyone's evaluation of it is even higher... Haha, Fan Bingbing knows her stuff."

It doesn't matter whether this knowledge belongs to the wheelchair-bound guy, the con artist, or the guy who was scammed.

In short, he knew.

Fan Bingbing's eyes lit up completely at this moment:

"Brother Li...you know so much!? You know about red wine?"

"I'd say I know a little bit about it."

Li Mu shook his head slightly, then glanced at the labels a few times before nodding:

"Where's the corporal?"

Fan Bingbing was taken aback:

"Brother Li, would you like a drink?"

Li Mule laughed:

"What are you saying? Such fine wine, why not try it? Why keep it? Of course, we should enjoy it with our friends!"

"Well……"

Fan Bingbing was stunned for a moment, then a smile appeared on her face.

"So, Brother Li, wouldn't you call this using someone else's flowers to present to Buddha?"

"Ha~"

……

After asking the waiter for a corkscrew, Fan Bingbing opened a bottle of wine while looking at the two teacups provided by the hotel in front of her. She felt that the wine was a waste of the cups.

But just as she was pondering this, she suddenly heard Li Mu's voice:

"Hmm, it's starting."

She instinctively turned her head and saw that the television screen had changed from the original Olympic-themed gala with various celebrities in attendance to a different venue.

At the same time, sound came from the television:

"Hello everyone, you are now watching the live broadcast of the announcement of the host city for the 29th Olympic Games..."

Instantly, Fan Bingbing's attention was completely focused on the television.

She quickly opened the red wine bottle, poured some into both glasses, and then carried it to the sofa.

One cup per person.

Both of them had their eyes glued to the television screen and had no interest in drinking together.

"..."

"..."

The room was silent, but the television screen showed a large crowd of people.

"Is it... about to begin, Brother Li?"

Hearing Fan Bingbing's words, Li Mu nodded slightly:

"Okay, let's begin."