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Chapter 5 All Pain Stems From One's Own Powerlessness (5 More, Ask For Flowers, Monthly Tickets

The morning sun, through the cracks in the curtains, spilled into the room and landed on Lin Mo's cheeks.

The eyelashes fluttered slightly, and then, the black and white pupils opened suddenly.

First, the existence of the 'High IQ Lord' system was confirmed.

Then, let out a long breath...

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"Fortunately, everything is not a dream!"

Lin Mo grinned.

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He got up neatly, barefooted, and with a 'hula', he pulled the curtains completely open, and the bright light filled the entire room without reservation.

Lin Mo rested his hands on the desk and looked out the window. The clean asphalt road and the private cars seemed to be in a hurry; the buses that passed by were full of people rushing to rush in the morning. office workers; there is also a man and woman riding a battery car, most of them yawn, look bad, and look tired...

Close your eyes and sniff carefully:

That is, the hustle and bustle in the air, and the high-speed rhythm that seems to be wound up!

If in the past...

Lin Mo will be dragged into this overwhelming, suffocating and dull atmosphere...

The whole person is in a state of anxiety and pain!

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All the struggle and pain stem from the inability to change the status quo...

But now, everything is different!

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Lin Mo took a deep breath with a relieved smile on his face.

turn around.

After brisk washing and changing, he sat at the dining table and had a peaceful breakfast.

He reached out, twisted a paper towel, and wiped the corner of his mouth.

"How long has it been since?"

Lin Mo looked at the remaining interviews in the porcelain bowl, and scattered green onions, let out a long breath, and whispered.

For a long time, I have been in a state of anxiety... In the past, when I was working, even if I was not in a hurry, I could only walk and deal with it on the way; when I was resting, I often lay on the bed thinking nothing One morning…

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In the morning, six forty-five.

Lin Mo went out unhurriedly, and drove into the car.

With only a few minutes left before eight o'clock, I rushed to the place of work, Xicheng District, Zhonghai City, 'Zhiheng Real Estate'!

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Still sitting in the car.

Lin Mo glanced at himself in the rearview mirror, white shirt, black formal attire, handsome appearance... After thinking for a while, he opened the storage box, took out a pair of gold-rimmed short-sighted glasses, and put them on gently On the bridge of the nose; look in the mirror again, refined and dignified...

chuckled.

Push the door and walk out.

Entering the office of 'Zhiheng Real Estate', colleagues glanced at Lin Mo with 'gloating', 'compassion', 'joking' and 'joking' gazes. Obviously, all Everyone already knew that he had been robbed of the list he had been staring at for two months.

'Zhiheng Real Estate' follows the 'wolf-like corporate culture' and does not reject, even praises this phenomenon!

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Sitting in the corner, at his desk.

About ten minutes passed.

The entire office, front and rear, colleagues at each desk were attracted by a figure in front of the door.

Lin Mo, look at the same.

All I saw was that Yang Xiuya, who had grabbed Lin Mo's order, approached each other...

Today, she is wearing a pink knitted sweater, showing delicate and delicate fragrant shoulders; under her body, the white professional hip skirt is tightly stretched as she walks...

Lin Mo's eyes continue to move...

It was a pair of snow-white, slender legs wrapped in flesh-colored stockings...

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Withdrawing his gaze, he lowered his head to hide his wanton eyes that wanted to swallow Yang Xiuya.

In the past, he was desperately suppressing his desire, because all that would only increase his troubles... But now... Lin Mo, no longer intends to endure it!

"call…"

Take a breath.

"I have to wait a little longer..."

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Lin Mo got up and left the company after reporting to the supervisor.

First, I went to Zhao Guo Agricultural Bank a few blocks away, and took out all my savings over the years, a total of 120,000 yuan, at the counter.

Casually, he threw a thick bundle of red banknotes into the storage box of the car.

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Putting on a black windbreaker, I bought an unregistered phone card in the black market under the overpass, and bought an elderly phone that couldn't even connect to the Internet.

He drove to Dongcheng District.

Made several phone calls.

Lin Mo has inspected several places that can be used as "training grounds", including factory buildings that are not used by factories, and gymnasiums that have closed down...

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Afternoon, 14:35.

With a "creaking" sound, Lin Mo walked into the suburb of Dongcheng, a school that had been abandoned for some years, this school, in the early years, was a martial arts school!

In the era of "obsession" with kung fu, it was once prosperous...

Lin Mo, standing by the side of the practice room, looked into the spider webs, there were sandbags covered with thick dust, and equipment for training strength and speed!

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This martial arts school is not big, just a concave three-story building, surrounded by a muddy track that is not too big or small.

Lin Mo paid 3,000 yuan to the head of the nearby village, but there was no receipt or contract; just like that, a one-month lease was settled.

The village head, who looked like a farmer, left again with a creaking sound.

In the martial arts school, the silence was restored, as if it had been forgotten in a corner of the world.

Lin Mo, took out the old man's phone.

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"elder brother."

"How can a person like him care about the bottom like us?"

"Maybe, that one, something was delayed, and we were forgotten!"

Zhonghai City, Dongcheng, an urban-rural junction.

Liu Mingqing looked at his silent and serious brother Liu Mingqiang, who seemed to be waiting for someone to call him, and said with some happiness and some sadness.

Liu Mingqiang only glanced at his younger brother, but didn't respond.

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at this time!

'Jingle Bell…'

Turned up to the maximum, the ear-piercing bell exploded 'without warning'.

Liu Mingqiang grabbed the mobile phone in front of him at once, followed and connected the call.

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"The outskirts of Dongcheng, Tagou Martial Arts School."

A familiar voice rang in my ears.

Liu Mingqiang's heart beat heavily, he clenched his fists, and stood up straight without hesitation.

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