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After Bai Yong had lunch, he went to the yard to pick his teeth. The sunshine in the yard is very good, and it smells many times better than the musty smell of his general manager's office. He didn't like that office - in the innermost room of the corridor, there was a peculiar smell that had been left unused for a long time. He told Lu Lin many times that the general manager's office could be abolished. He was not a cultural person, so it was awkward to have a scholarly family. Or open the wall and share it with the finance department to make it more popular. "I told you that you have a peculiar smell!" Lu Lin was annoyed most by men saying useless things, and she was getting angry. "A manager should behave like a manager. If you find it too quiet, just run out! You are not good at writing or martial arts. Just talk and talk in vain."

The city and its people are rushing forward under the urging of the times. Old cities, old factories, and old people are all trying to occupy new positions and seize new lives in this rapid torrent. And is this family happiness that is customized and pushed to every elderly person really what they want? Shang Meihong saw him from the fragmented space in the green isolation belt. She had just escaped from a friend's funeral, packed with bags and out of breath, but this did not hinder her ability to discern pearls. Shang Meihong has always believed in her own judgment.