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The matter of the Panlong Circuit has come to an end, and the name Mo Ming has resonated widely; it is likely to remain in the spotlight for a few months, as fame often brings trouble, with people chasing him down the streets.
A few days ago, Mo Ming accompanied Lin Yuan'er for a shopping trip and dinner date, managing to escape several blocks away from those crazy racing fans. This situation was quite bizarre, as not many people seemed to understand the racing scene.
Yet now, it has become common knowledge.
Mo Ming probably finds it hard to imagine that the entire outcome stemmed from Fu Qingyun promoting him at school. Word spread quickly, and before long, many people knew about it. If Mo Ming were aware of this, he would surely want to strangle her.
That Korean Oppa, Han Zhemin, known for his shamelessness, had some credibility; ever since he lost a bet, he had not appeared before Lin Yuan'er again. As for where he went, no one knew or cared.
Starry Rhythm Advertising Company continued its operations as usual. Mo Ming, the nominal vice president, had no real work or dedicated office space; he was truly just a figurehead!
In fact, this was quite good; he didn't have to work too hard. He spent his days playing games on the company computer without anyone bothering him. Life was enjoyable, and occasionally he could chat with Qiu Lan from the next office.
However, she could be quite a headache...
"Mo Ming, your stock trading skills are so good; why don't you teach me?"
Mo Ming smiled wryly while playing his game and shook his head. "Sorry, my master said that stock trading skills should only be passed from man to man."
"Then just teach me secretly. You don't say anything, I won't say anything; your master won't know." Qiu Lan shook Mo Ming's shoulder and pleaded, "Please, Mr. Mo, come on... I've asked you so many times; can you really bear not teaching me?"
"I can bear it very well," Mo Ming replied while still focused on his game. "Just stop shaking me. I'm trying to enjoy this racing game; I don't need a 4D experience like this."
"Hmph! I can't believe you're being so stingy. I refuse to believe that such rules still exist in this day and age. Do you look down on us women and think we're weak?" Qiu Lan pushed Mo Ming slightly in frustration after days of unsuccessful pleading.
Mo Ming glanced at Qiu Lan's chest and replied innocently, "Don't try to rally all women against me. I don't think you're weak at all; where are you weak or small?"
"You rogue! Always saying such shameless things," Qiu Lan exclaimed as she covered her chest in anger.
"Come on now, girl. I'm not interested in you; there's no need to hide that," Mo Ming yawned and said. "It's not that I don't want to teach you; I genuinely have the intention but lack the courage."
"Why would you lack courage? It's just teaching me some stock trading tips; who could possibly do anything to you?"
"My master said that if I dare to casually teach women the secrets of Stock Trading, then I might as well not expect to live in this world anymore; he would take me to another world." Mo Ming looked around suspiciously and asked, "Do you believe in the existence of ghosts?"
Before Qiu Lan could respond, Mo Ming continued seriously, "I didn't believe it at first, but later I realized it's true. There are indeed ghosts in this world because my master has always been by my side..."
Upon hearing this, Qiu Lan felt a chill and couldn't help but feel a bit scared.
"Alright, stop talking. It's kind of creepy."
Seeing Qiu Lan's frightened expression, Mo Ming was about to burst into laughter when his phone suddenly rang.
"Ah..."
Qiu Lan jumped in fright.
Checking the phone, Mo Ming was equally astonished.
It was broad daylight; not to mention people, they had just mentioned it, and now a call was coming in.
"Who is calling?"
"My master..." Mo Ming showed her the incoming call on the screen.
Qiu Lan's face turned pale instantly.
"No way, you haven't even taught me yet. Your master won't come to take you away so soon, right..."
Ignoring her words, Mo Ming answered the call with a cheerful tone, "Master, how have you been? Eating well?"
"Stop with the pleasantries. I'm calling to let you know that your 'guardian spirit' might have been too relaxed lately. If it doesn't find something to do, it gets uncomfortable."
A weathered voice came from the other end, carrying an air of authority.
"Master, what earth-shattering thing are those kids up to again? Don't tell me they blew up the White House. If that's the case, just tell them to turn themselves in; I can't save them." Mo Ming said with some frustration, "Please just say it directly; I can handle it."
"Then I have to say it. It's not as serious as blowing up the White House; I just recently received news that those guys plan to make a big drug deal, and then the 'Soul of Justice' people went in, but they fell for it and inadvertently offended General Tait from the Golden Triangle..."
Mo Ming forced a smile and said, "So you want to tell me that Tate, that old monster from the Golden Triangle, is now sending people everywhere looking for me, right?"
"As expected of my disciple, your mind is indeed sharp. Alright, just be careful; I believe Tate definitely won't be able to find you."
"You guys really know how to get me into trouble. Master, you're not exactly young anymore. You can easily manipulate the stock market with a finger; why don't you help me deal with them? Now I've got another enemy out of nowhere."
"Don't blame me; you know those kids' tempers better than anyone. Besides you, who else would they listen to?"
"Moreover, I wasn't even informed about this operation. They only came running to tell me after they offended Tate. How boring it was to casually offend Tate!"
"Fine, when I have time, I'll have a good chat with them about life. Master, long-distance calls are quite expensive; remember to transfer my recent earnings to my card. I'm almost broke."
"Alright, you spendthrift, I got it."
After finishing the conversation, Mo Ming's master hung up the phone.
Tate is the general of the Golden Triangle, a major drug lord with eyes everywhere in the world. The local government can't do anything about him. Now that Mo Ming has offended him, he will have to be careful in the days to come; otherwise, he might get blown up without even knowing when.
Qiu Lan's face turned pale with fear. Seeing Mo Ming hang up the phone, she cautiously glanced around and, not noticing anything unusual, approached him and asked, "Mo Ming, what did your master say?"
"He said..." After a pause, Mo Ming shook his head and said, "Forget it; I won't scare you anymore so you can sleep tonight."
"You should just tell me! If you don't say it, I won't be able to sleep tonight!" Qiu Lan was anxious in her heart; she truly believed Mo Ming's words and was scared enough that her face changed.
"He said if you really want to learn stock trading, then you should go find him. Anyway, he's bored and will definitely teach you all the tricks." Mo Ming said very seriously.
"Ah, Mo Ming, don't scare me! I'm really timid." Qiu Lan was almost in tears and said, "I won't learn anymore; just tell your master I'm not learning. Don't come looking for me at midnight."
"Oh, as long as you don't want to learn anymore, he naturally won't bother you." Mo Ming's lips curled into a slight smile as he asked, "So do you still want to learn?"
Qiu Lan quickly shook her head and said, "Forget it! What you said is so scary; I won't learn anymore. I can't have your master coming to find me in the middle of the night; that would be too terrifying."
"This is what you said, so don't bother me to teach you in the future."
"Okay, I won't bother you anymore."
Mo Ming waved his hand in satisfaction and said, "Alright, you've rested enough. Hurry up and get back to work, or else President Mu will see you slacking off and fire you. I can't help you then."
"I know."
Qiu Lan nodded and quickly returned to her seat to work.
After successfully scaring Qiu Lan, Mo Ming felt a sense of relief. Finally, he had shaken off that girl's clinginess. Just as he was about to find something to do, Murong Lian walked out of the office and glanced at Mo Ming's desk.
"Mo Ming, I need to talk to you. Come in with me."
With that, Murong Lian turned her slender waist and walked back inside.
Mo Ming had no choice but to follow her in and close the door.
"Miss Murong, what can I do for you?"
Murong Lian sat back down at her desk, looked Mo Ming up and down, and said irritably, "Of course I have something to discuss; otherwise, why would I call you? Do I look like I have nothing better to do?"
"Then just tell me what it is. The way you're looking at me makes me think you might be interested in me..." Mo Ming joked with a smirk. "Or maybe you like me and want to create some office romance drama?"
"Get lost! My standards are high; I wouldn't look at someone like you," Murong Lian shot back, her heart racing from Mo Ming's teasing. She rolled her eyes at him and said, "I need your help with something."
"Uh, what is it?"
Mo Ming looked at Murong Lian with a strange expression but couldn't pinpoint why he felt uneasy.
"I see that you're quite capable. The male lead in Wenwen's movie got injured. She wants to ask you to be the stand-in for the male lead." Murong Lian said cheerfully, "I believe with your skills, you'll definitely be able to handle it."
"Don't even think about it! I've never liked performing in front of the camera. Even if I were to perform, why should I be a stand-in?" Mo Ming insisted firmly. "There are plenty of stand-ins available; find someone else. I'm not doing it!"
"I promised Wenwen that if you refuse to go, how will I ever see her again? Just go this once, okay? As long as you agree, I'll double your pay!"
"I don't need the money!"
"Then what will it take for you to agree? Just consider it a favor I'm asking of you. Besides, you won't even have to show your face. With your skills, those scenes will be a piece of cake. I believe you can do it."
Mo Ming shook his head firmly and said, "No matter what, I won't agree. I feel uncomfortable in front of the camera and can't act at all. Otherwise, just tell her that Shang Xige next to her is very capable and can definitely handle it."
"Wenwen said his height isn't suitable; otherwise, we would have called him." Murong Lian said with a hint of pleading in her voice, "As long as you agree this time, consider it a favor owed to you."
"Why should I owe you a favor when everything is fine? Besides, I'm not short on money or people. Even if you offered yourself to me, I wouldn't be interested," Mo Ming shrugged and started to walk away. "You should find someone else."
"Stubborn male actor! Can't you help me just this once? After all, I got attacked because of you before!"
Upon hearing this, Mo Ming paused and hesitated for a moment before turning back and saying, "Fine. Considering that last time my trouble caused you to get hurt, I'll help you this once. But that's it; no more after this."
"Okay, no more after this," Murong Lian nodded happily.
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