Chapter 17: Yuan Meng: I Am Really Angry Right Now!
Lin Mo, however, did not think too much, and by the time he got home, it was already dark.
When he logged into the game, he found that neither Zhang Wei nor Yuan Meng had come online, so he gave up the idea of playing.
He then opened the class group chat and scrolled through it, finding quite a few interesting messages.
For example, someone in the class had joined a big company, while someone else complained that internships were tough and the boss was an idiot, and so on.
Of course, there were also some fresh stories, like someone going to Hengdian as an extra, earning eighty a day just for playing around, with meals included, plus a stamped internship certificate, making many people jealous.
But most were still ordinary people, each struggling at some job to get internship proof, and some even said directly that they wouldn’t return to school and would just take the job.
It seemed that in their final year of university, everyone was rapidly maturing, moving closer to society.
After making sure he hadn’t missed any important news, Lin Mo opened the dormitory group chat, tagged his three sworn brothers, and asked how their internships were going, when they’d return to school, so they could have a meal together.
But out of the three, only Wang Chu replied, telling him he would only return on the day school started to report in.
Wang Chu, whose real name was Wang Bo, had once become famous in school because his mature looks made the security guard at the gate mistake him for a leader inspecting the campus, which alarmed the actual school leadership.
Even when he went to the cafeteria, the aunties didn’t shake their hands when serving him food, and the dorm mates affectionately called him Director Wang, of course also because he had never dated a girlfriend.
After chatting with Wang Chu for a while, Lin Mo watched some short videos, and before he knew it, it was past midnight, when his shopping page refreshed as usual.
【RPG Rocket Launcher, one shot to the soul; ¥13.6】
【DJI Drone; ¥4.34】
【Scar Removal Patches, pack of three, painless scar removal in three minutes; ¥19.4】
【Kato Eagle’s Hand, thirty minutes of continuous finger movement, improves finger flexibility; ¥40】
Looking at the refreshed content on his phone, Lin Mo’s eyes were immediately drawn.
It had to be said, some things were just meant to be the protagonist, able to catch attention at first glance.
According to the formula, three shorts one long, pick the longest, so the choice was obvious, but what use did he have for that thing?
He didn’t even have a girlfriend, nor did he plan on getting one for now—what, buy it to beat eggs?
As for the weapons, he didn’t even want to comment.
Honestly, it was impossible not to be tempted, but if he were abroad, he’d definitely try a shot just for the taste.
The remaining two options made him hesitate a little, but in the end, he chose the scar removal patches.
Although the DJI drone wasn’t cheap, this model cost only around ten to twenty thousand, something he could also buy in real life, but the scar removal patches were different.
Sure, they sold them in reality, but their effects never reached this level—in fact, some were outright scams, but his purchase was clearly different.
Lin Mo didn’t have large scars on his body, but as a man, childhood mischief had left some bumps and scrapes.
The most noticeable one was the scar above his eyebrow, from when he hit his head as a child.
Though faint now, with a closer look, the pale line was still visible.
As for other small scars, he didn’t care about them, but who knew—maybe this could even turn into a decent business?
After completing the payment, three scar patches, each slightly larger than a band-aid, appeared in front of him out of thin air, without packaging, just like before.
With experience, Lin Mo didn’t hesitate, picked one up, and stuck it onto the scar on his forehead, then timed it on his phone.
Three minutes later, he peeled it off, and as expected, the pale scar had completely disappeared.
“Not bad, package this up and sell it to Miss Yuan, another hefty profit!”
As he said this, Lin Mo felt like a chef, casually plating some kelp, then selling it to rich fools for 998.
But at least what he sold was worth the price.
After washing up, Lin Mo finally went to sleep.
The next day, Lin Mo went to work as usual, but Yuan Meng didn’t show up.
He didn’t think much of it, but the atmosphere in the company felt off.
Ordinary employees were fine, but the team leaders seemed heavy-hearted, and none of the actual managers appeared that day.
By the afternoon, rumors were spreading that the company was preparing for layoffs.
Lin Mo didn’t care.
He was just an intern and would be leaving soon anyway—layoffs had nothing to do with him.
Two days passed quickly, and the company atmosphere grew even more tense.
Yuan Meng still hadn’t shown up, nor replied to his WeChat.
If he hadn’t known her character and financial means, he might have thought she didn’t want to pay the balance.
On the other hand, Zhang Wei had been constantly complaining these past two days, worried about being laid off since he hadn’t found a new job yet.
As for Lin Mo’s shopping page, the results had been mediocre: a women’s gold necklace and a bottle of anti-hair loss tonic.
Friday, afternoon.
Lin Mo was sitting in front of his computer working when suddenly, a black plastic bag landed on his desk.
“Yuan-jie?”
Lin Mo turned his head and saw that it was none other than Miss Yuan, who had been absent for days.
“Hey, miss me, Little Black Dog? Look, isn’t my skin smooth? I’m bare-faced today.” Yuan Meng put down a black toolbox, pointed at her face, and laughed.
Indeed, after a few days, Yuan Meng’s complexion was visibly different, her skin fair and glowing, like a porcelain doll.
Lin Mo wasn’t doing too bad either.
In just a few days, he looked like a changed man, and those around him who noticed had all asked him privately, though he brushed them off vaguely.
What a joke—just NPCs, and they wanted to pry into the Emperor’s fortune?
They were courting death.
“Smooth, my Yuan-jie was already a beauty before.” Lin Mo flattered the God of Wealth, then pointed at the plastic bag on the table and asked: “What’s this?”
“Open it and see.” Yuan Meng raised her eyebrows.
Lin Mo didn’t think much, reached out, opened the bag, and froze instantly.
Inside were two bundles of cash, each one hundred thousand, totaling two hundred thousand.
“Yuan-jie... this isn’t right.” Lin Mo stammered.
At first, she had said one hundred thousand, now she gave him two hundred thousand—what did this mean?
Did she want his kidney?
He had thought Yuan Meng was just casually saying one hundred thousand, but he hadn’t expected it to double.
“Just take it, you deserve the extra too. By the way, do you still have that secret formula? Give me some more.” Yuan Meng rolled her eyes at him and spat.
Lin Mo hurriedly persuaded her: “Yuan-jie, it only works for seven days, any more won’t help. You should take the money back.”
Making money was fine, but he couldn’t deceive her.
He thought Yuan Meng just wanted to keep using it after seeing the effects.
“What are you thinking? My mom wants to use it too. She saw the change in me these past two days, so I tricked her out of a hundred and came to get the goods from you. Hurry up!”
Lin Mo: ...
Good heavens, he thought he was dark enough, but she was even bolder.
Compared to Yuan Meng, he was clearly the honest businessman.
He gave her a thumbs up: “Yuan-jie, you really have the talent of a profiteer. Ruthless! Truly ruthless!”
Hearing this, Yuan Meng sneered, pressed Lin Mo’s head down with her hand, and said coldly: “Little Black Dog, you dare call me a profiteer? I am really angry right now!”
Lin Mo: (⊙ˍ⊙)
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