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Awakening the Daily Intelligence System

Thirty years old—that was the age people often referred to as the time to stand tall and firm. At this age, some were splendid and dazzling, intoxicated in a world of wealth, while others were desolate and dim, confined to rope beds and clay stoves. Lin Mo belonged to the latter. At thirty, he was still a porter, toiling away to earn a living. His daughter was bullied by a male classmate at school—simply because his family was well-off, the school chose to turn a blind eye. His wife, already pregnant, was secretly working at a supermarket to supplement the household income without his knowledge. As he lay awake looking at his wife by his side and his daughter sleeping soundly in the little bed, Lin Mo felt so aggrieved he shed tears. Despite working hard every day until his back could no longer straighten, he still couldn't change the dire state of their lives. However, it was at this time that the Daily Intelligence System suddenly awoke. [Daily Intelligence has been updated] [1. Neighbor Wang Youcai secretly used his retirement funds to tip 10,000 yuan to a beauty in a live stream under the nickname Black Chicken.] [2. The police will perform a surprise inspection at the Red Romance Foot Bath at 12 o'clock tonight.] [3. Victory Bird will launch a ground assault against Hass in three days.] [4. The pet dog from 1402, Unit 1, Building 5 of Earth Garden Community is missing, and its owner Li Xiaoru is offering a 10,000 yuan reward for its return.] [5. The pet dog belonging to Li Xiaoru that went missing is trapped in a sewage drain on Development Road.] [6…] Initially, Lin Mo just wanted to use this system to make a bit of extra cash to alleviate his stifling life.

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698 Chs

41, Glazed Red Plum Vase. _1

Lin Mo felt that Zhang Guilin resembled those old revolutionary soldiers in classic movies and TV dramas.

Though her words were firm, he also inexplicably felt a warmth from her.

With no other choice, Lin Mo didn't delay any further and smiled as he nodded in agreement, "Alright, Aunt Zhang, what's your phone number? I'll call you."

Zhang Guilin gave him a string of numbers: "My name is Zhang Guilin, just call me Aunt Zhang. What's your name, young man?"

Lin Mo dialed the number, and after her phone rang, he said, "Aunt Zhang, this is my number. My name is Lin Mo; you can call me Lin or Mo."

After saving the number, they chatted casually for a bit.

It must be said,

listening to such a high-quality retired cadre speak was truly a pleasure.

It wasn't so much refreshing as it was an elevating experience for his life, very comfortable.