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The moment Lu Hao received the business license, he felt a heavy weight in his hand. This thin piece of paper represented all his ambition and hope for the future.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement, and then gathered several of the company's employees in Unit 1, Building 3, Tomato Community, Room 1304.

Inside the meeting room, Lu Hao sat on a single sofa.

The person sitting on the sofa opposite is Zhang Wei.

This guy had his signature look: slicked-back hair, leather jacket, and black-rimmed glasses.

Li Xu hasn't arrived yet, but his process is already in its final stages, and it will only take a couple of days to complete.

On the sofa next to them, two women and a man sat upright.

The man's name was Shi Lei, a rather imposing and robust fellow.

The other two girls, the one with the high ponytail is named He Shixin, and the other with pigtails is named Jiawan.

These two women were senior students of a student Lu Hao had previously sponsored, and they gave him a big "surprise" on the day of the interview.

Lu Hao still remembers the two of them standing side by side, making a big heart shape with their hands, and then shouting in unison, "My name is Jiawan, and my name is He Shixin. Together, we mean 'harmony brings prosperity'!"

clown!

Lu Hao picked up the kettle from the coffee table, filled all the glasses in front of the four people with water, cleared his throat, and began his long-prepared "pre-battle mobilization." After a pep talk, the effect was remarkable.

Zhang Wei was the first to jump up from the sofa, excitedly waving his fist and shouting, "For Brother Lu! Food and lodging included!"

Shi Lei followed closely behind, stood up, casually flexed his biceps, and laughed heartily: "Hope lies beneath our feet; the future is a smooth road!"

Jiawan and He Shixin exchanged a glance, feeling that sitting on the sofa wasn't imposing enough, so they simply stepped onto it from the left and right.

The two held hands and raised their hands high: "Our slogan is—Creating ideas in the clouds, embarking on a journey across the vast ocean!"

Looking at this group of "drama queens" in front of him, Lu Hao was at a loss for words, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Yunhao Planning is the name of the company.

This overly dramatic and immature slogan was also his own idea.

It's a little embarrassing to hear them say it now, but for some reason, it feels incredibly appropriate.

After the meeting, Lu Hao led them to the dormitory.

In the early stages of the company, everything was kept simple.

Zhang Wei and Shi Lei each had a secondary bedroom, while Jia Wan and He Shixin, the two girls, moved into the master bedroom with an ensuite bathroom.

The division of labor among the personnel has also been clearly defined.

Jiawan is in charge of finances, recording the company's daily expenses, and also serves as the new media operator.

He Shixin is in charge of visual design.

Shi Lei and Li Xu, who will arrive in a couple of days, are the core contributors to the project proposal.

Zhang Wei was responsible for external communication and winning over the client.

Everything was arranged properly.

As I left the Tomato Community, the afternoon sun scorched the air, making it seem almost distorted.

Lu Hao scanned a shared electric scooter and, following the navigation on his phone, found the home of a "master" recommended by his friend after many twists and turns.

Starting a company is a big deal. As for these things, it's a matter of belief; if you believe, they exist, if you don't, they don't. Lu Hao felt that he still needed to pick an auspicious day.

The "master" had an air of otherworldly wisdom, dressed in a faded Tang suit, holding a compass with an air of seriousness, closing his eyes, counting on his fingers, and muttering incantations in a mystical manner.

Lu Hao pursed his lips and waited patiently for more than half an hour before the master suddenly opened his eyes and uttered a few words.

"Tomorrow morning, 10:10."

It symbolizes perfection.

For those four words, Lu Hao paid three hundred silver dollars, and when he came out, he couldn't help but curse.

Paying 300 yuan for peace of mind is a damn rip-off.

Next, he went to a florist to order several flower baskets and contacted a restaurant to reserve a whole roasted suckling pig, hoping for a good start to the year.

By the time everything was settled, the afterglow of the setting sun had already painted half the sky red.

Lu Hao went to a nearby shopping mall and ate a few bites of food at a fast food restaurant across the street.

A cigarette after a meal is better than being a god.

He stood in the plaza outside the mall, squinting and taking small puffs of cigarettes, his gaze unconsciously drifting towards the huge LED screen on the mall's exterior wall.

On the screen, a girl in a pretty floral dress is running and leaping across an endless grassland. The camera zooms in, and she turns around and smiles, her innocent and radiant smile melting hearts.

Lu Hao's fingertips paused slightly, and cigarette ash fell in a flurry.

He knew this girl.

Zhou Mengmeng.

"Wow, this girl's already made it to the big screen in 'GG' movies. She's got a bright future ahead of her." Lu Hao couldn't help but chuckle, genuinely happy for her.

Just as I finished smoking my cigarette, GG finished playing.

Lu Hao stubbed out his cigarette and prepared to leave, but his steps suddenly faltered.

"Wait a minute... why does this guy's filming style and creativity seem so familiar?" He frowned deeply and lit another cigarette from the pack.

Amidst the swirling bluish-white smoke, several images flashed rapidly through his mind.

His pupils suddenly contracted.

"Holy crap, isn't this the same design I made for Yunlan Apparel back then?!"

A thought, like lightning, cleaved through the fog, and all the scattered clues were connected in that instant.

Zhou Mengmeng once said that the reason she was able to take over the position was because the minor celebrity she originally served was discovered by the company to have taken on jobs without permission and was immediately blacklisted.

This reminds me of Manager Zhao from Xiyue Apparel being fired for the same reason...

Lu Hao couldn't help but smile wryly; this was just too dramatic.

The whole incident went through many twists and turns. Yunyou Company emerged unscathed, while Xiyue Apparel, though its reputation suffered, managed to eliminate Manager Zhao, the mole, making it a mixed bag. Yunlan Apparel, after all its efforts, ended up with nothing.

The three companies experienced a period of turmoil.

And I, too, went from being a wage earner to plunging headlong into the storm of entrepreneurship.

In the end, it was Zhou Mengmeng, the little makeup artist assistant at the time, who became the only and biggest winner in this whole mess.

It's true what they say: you may try to plant flowers, but they won't bloom; you may plant willows, but they will thrive.

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When I got back to my rented room, night had completely enveloped the city.

Lu Hao took out his key and opened the door. Before he even stepped inside, he heard a series of crisp "click-clack" sounds coming from the living room.

His eyes lit up, and without even changing his shoes, he rushed into the living room, where he indeed saw that familiar figure.

Zhou Mengmeng was curled up on the sofa, wearing a mint green slip dress. Under the soft light, her round, fair shoulders shone with a milky luster.

She was holding a bag of potato chips in her delicate, fair hands, engrossed in watching a drama on her tablet, completely unaware that he had come in.

"Hey, our big star is back!" Lu Hao teased with a smile, plopping down next to her.

Zhou Mengmeng then raised her eyelids, glanced at him, and a beautiful smile curved her lips.

She didn't say anything, but instead stretched out her long, curled-up, snow-white legs and unceremoniously placed them on Lu Hao's thighs.

The nightgown's hem was already short, and when it stretched out like this, it only covered the middle of her thighs, exposing her straight and shapely leg lines to Lu Hao's view.

"Little Haozi," she said lazily, "give me a leg massage to relax."