"Lin Mo squatted at the door of the convenience store and ate tea eggs. The shadow of Maserati suddenly fell over him. The car window rolled down, and the female president Su Qinghuan said with a cold face: 'You will pay for hitting someone, 20,000 yuan.' He licked the soy sauce at the corner of his mouth, raised his head and smiled. ——The basket of the electric car still contained the calligraphy homework that the retired professor had just corrected, and the trouser pocket contained the dehumidifying plaster stuffed by the nurse at the Chinese medicine clinic, and the screen of the mobile phone still lit up with a message from the fire brigade boss: 'Practice more tonight, don't be a pigeon.
"Mr. Su," he put the tea egg skins into a plastic bag, "do you want to pay for it? Can you call the head office?"
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Three hours later, the old professor walked out of Su's computer room holding his glasses: "Xiao Mo, when I taught him how to write "Lanting Preface", I said he had a good mind.
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Warehouse fire?
The fire brigade arrived with the siren sounding, and the captain patted Lin Mo on the shoulder: 'Brothers' matters must be settled!
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Su Qinghuan pinched the solved report and looked at the takeaway webmaster who always said that he "depends on connections to make a living", and suddenly realized - how could she be wrong?
It's clear that he has crashed into a 'network of human relationships' that can overturn half of the business district…"
