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"Alright, alright, stop fooling around, I'm talking to you about serious matters."

"No, hurry up and let me kiss you! I want to check if the technician really took good care of you."

In the bedroom, Li Mu hid, and Xiao Fan stretched out his head, opened his mouth, and stuck out his tongue at him.

The couple's behavior was quite filthy.

In the end, it was Xiao Fan who couldn't take it anymore:

"Ugh, that smells awful. What's wrong with her? Why would a massage therapist wear perfume? It's so annoying! I need to take a shower!"

"Screw washing, we're going to the court later."

"That's exactly why you need to shower! If others smell this, they'll think your wife has terrible taste! She can't even afford designer perfume, and she wears something so awful! Go take a shower right now!"

As she spoke, she pushed her husband into the bathroom.

"Alright, alright, stop fooling around. I have something serious to tell you."

After gesturing for her to stop fooling around, Li Mu sat down directly in front of the dressing table:

"The reason I went for a massage today is because Fatty Sui needs me..."

Xiao Fan had initially frowned at the strong perfume, but after overhearing her husband's conversation with Fatty Sui, she lost all interest in playing around.

And they're even quite empathetic:

"I understand his thinking. It's true... after having this little one, parents naturally want to give him the best. But... if he follows the path of becoming a deputy editor or something and climbs the ladder step by step, to put it bluntly, he'll never get very high in his life. He's not suited for the system, and if the newspaper really goes under in the future, whether you're a director or editor-in-chief, everyone will just be going through the motions with the benefits. I'm glad he can figure this out."

"So I agreed. He wants to come to Weibo, so be it. I'll get him a senior management position, which will bring in at least a million or so a year, that should be enough."

"Yes, and with you as his backer, even if you're transferred, no one will dare to touch his position. As long as he doesn't go too far, frankly speaking, he'll definitely be set for life."

Seeing that his wife understood what he meant, Li Mu nodded again:

"That's what I think. But... there's something I need to do. Zhao Qian has been transferred, but I haven't decided where to send her yet."

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Xiao Fan was taken aback:

"What do you mean? Isn't your senior colleague quite capable at work? You're not satisfied with her?"

"I'm satisfied, but... Sui Kuan told me himself that he had a crush on Zhao Qian."

"Oh? Really? Come to think of it, I've never met your secretary before. What does she look like? Speaking of which, Fatty Sui, going to Weibo will give you a head start... uh."

Xiao Fan was gossiping when he suddenly paused.

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Her big eyes couldn't help but look at her husband:

"You mean... you're worried that these two might develop feelings for each other?"

"right."

"No way... even rabbits don't eat the grass near their burrows."

"That's true, but I ask you, what happens after I'm gone?"

"Oh~~~~"

Now, Xiao Fan finally understood.

After thinking for a moment, she nodded:

"That's true. If something really happens, putting everything else aside, the most upset people will definitely be Feng Yuan and the child. But the one who will suffer the most is definitely you, after all... you're the one who told Fatty Sui to go to Weibo."

"That's right."

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"That's simple. Whenever you transfer, just send her to Fanli. I already have three secretaries, so having another one won't be a problem."

"...?"

Li Mu was taken aback:

"Three secretaries?"

"Yeah, two from Ivy League schools and one from Cambridge. Perfect, let's give her the secretary position in China. You said she's quite capable, and the business in China hasn't even started yet anyway. Let her work with you first, you train her for a while, and once she's gone through your hands, I can take her over and she'll be ready to go right away."

Li Mu's expression turned strange:

"You've got quite the big shot."

"So, do you think being the founder of a brand is easy? While you're at work, I'm also handling work on the computer, okay? Do you really think multinational corporations are so easy to manage?"

"...6".

After finishing explaining everything, it was almost time to leave.

Li Mu headed straight for the court.

I went to pick up my brother-in-law.

In the short time it took him to go downstairs, after thinking everything through, he stepped out of the residential complex and dialed Bieyan's number:

"Brother, how about we go somewhere for dim sum tomorrow?"

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Sunday, Guangzhou Mansion, Guanghe Tea House.

This teahouse in Xidan can be considered one of the pinnacles of Beijing-style Cantonese morning tea.

When Cantonese people in Beijing miss the taste of home, they almost always choose this restaurant, or Tang Palace, or Jin Ding Xuan.

Anyway, you can't go wrong choosing any of these three.

What makes Guanghe Tea House unique is that it still retains the pushcart sales service typical of local Cantonese tea restaurants.

Although they do accept orders, the locals prefer to watch the steaming food carts arrive in front of them and then pick out a few of their favorite dishes.

At this moment, in the bustling teahouse lobby, at a table for four, Li Mu handed the menu, which would be used to stamp and settle the bill, to Bie Yiyi.

"Yiyi, order whatever you want to eat."

"Thanks, Uncle Li."

She had blossomed into a beautiful young woman, wearing the black-rimmed glasses popularized by Zhou Bichang. The bookish girl responded politely.

And Bie Yan also said with a chuckle:

"Eat as much as you like, Uncle Li, it's not like you can be so generous this once!"

Hehe~

Bie Yiyi smiled, then suddenly lowered her voice and said to Li Mu:

"Uncle Li, can I get Jay Chou's autograph?"

"Sure, how many do you want? Albums? Posters or something?"

"Anything is fine, but it would be best if you gave me a few more so I could give them to my high school classmates. I promised them I would give them these as graduation gifts."

"no problem."

Li Mu readily agreed and quickly sent a message to Xiao Fan on his phone:

"Get me twenty Jay Chou albums, the kind with autographs, Yiyi wants them."

After sending the message, without waiting for a reply, he said to the girl:

"It's all settled. Focus on your studies and make the most of these next few months. You'll definitely be ready before graduation."

"Hehe, thanks Uncle Li!"

The girl beamed with joy.

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Meanwhile, Bie Yan kept rolling her eyes and said to Li Mu:

"Don't you think she sometimes treats me too casually? I can ask for celebrity autographs too."

"Oh, Dad! You're not a sports and entertainment reporter anymore. He's Jay Chou, you can't just take him like that. You've lost your influence a long time ago."

"..."

Bie Yan's expression became even stranger.

Clearly, the fact that his daughter didn't value him as editor-in-chief had deeply hurt the old father's pride.

But Li Mu nodded with a grin:

"That's right, your dad probably couldn't even write an article these days."

"Damn! I'm the one who mentored you in writing articles."

"Yes, yes, yes."

"Damn it~~"

"Dad! Don't swear in public! How can you be so rude!"

"..."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Amidst Li Mu's hearty laughter, the older brother, who had just been humiliated, was utterly speechless.

Amidst laughter, a small cart was pushed over, and Bie Yiyi began selecting a bunch of things she liked to eat. This morning tea, which is commonplace for the locals, was now in full swing.

They ate and chatted at the same time.

The girl ate quite quickly, almost in a rush.

Then, around 9 o'clock, she received a phone call:

"Oh? You've arrived?...Okay, okay, I'll be right down."

After hanging up the phone, she said, "My classmate has arrived in Xidan," and then quickly left.

Before leaving, he even managed to get 500 yuan from his dad.

"Ugh."

Bie Yan helplessly put away her wallet.

"She's so different from when she was little. She was so cute back then, always clinging to me..."

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"The child is older now. How did the first mock exam go?"

"Not bad. As long as we can maintain our current level, getting into Tsinghua or Peking University shouldn't be a problem."

Hearing this, Li Mu nodded:

"From then on, I'll try to curry favor with Yiyi and get her to become Qiqi's tutor. And maybe she'll even get into Tsinghua University!"

"Ha~"

Bie Yan smiled and nodded, then continued:

"You mentioned yesterday it was about Xiao Sui, what happened? What did you two talk about after I left yesterday?"

"We went for a massage..."

After explaining the matter in almost every detail, Bie Yan nodded:

"I see. You want to make money, huh?"

"Yeah, the newspaper industry is looking increasingly sluggish. Besides, strictly speaking... Fatty doesn't really seem like the type to settle down. He's proud and has never asked anyone for favors. As soon as he came to me yesterday, I knew he was serious. I also asked him why he didn't tell you, and he said he was sorry, afraid of disappointing you, and felt he lacked ambition."

In terms of the art of speaking, Li Mu has clearly reached a certain level.

So after saying all that, the older brother just waved his hand:

"What's the big deal? If he just wanted to have fun and relax... then I would be disappointed. But for the sake of the child's future, and you're a father now, you can understand."

Upon hearing this, Li Mu tentatively asked:

"So, you're saying yes, bro?"

"I don't care. If he wants to go on Weibo, he can just apply. It mainly depends on what you think... Xiao Li, at my age, you can actually let go of a lot of things. Everyone has their own ambitions, and sometimes you can't force things."

"I think it's a good fit for Weibo."

Hearing this, Bie Yan nodded:

"If you think it's okay, then that's fine. You can tell him later, once you've figured out what position to give him and made all the arrangements, have him submit an application, and I'll approve it and it'll be done."

There was no disappointment, no particular emotion, and no regret in the older brother's tone.

Just like the saying goes.

At this age, those who walk with you are companions. Those who don't walk together or fall behind are merely passersby.

(Five more chapters to go!)

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