"Yes. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" The ghost nodded and replied. He didn't care about Tang Jingjing and Li Jingjing, he preferred Ling Qingfeng's head.

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Mauritius.

It was only seven o'clock in the morning, and the sun was already shining warmly on the earth, and the weather was a little breathless.

Last night, I said that I would go to the scene early this morning to see it, so as not to be too hot at noon. But it was already past seven o'clock, and only Gu Shu, Tang Jingjing and Fang Shiye had breakfast, and the others were still lazy in bed and didn't get up.

"I'm going to wake them up." Gu Shu said with a cold face and holding his breath. He should also leave tomorrow, there are still a lot of things waiting for him to deal with on the group's side, so he hopes to help Tang Jingjing set the strings before he leaves.

It was Miao Yuechan who was the most abrasive, and she didn't clean it up until more than eight o'clock. Dai Hongjiang and Mi Siyuan also looked listless, and they always complained that today's weather was not suitable for travel.

Tang Jingjing, Gu Shu and Fang Shiye didn't speak all the way, looking at the scenery speeding by outside the window, not knowing what they were thinking.

The driver is their brother-in-law at the hotel, and he is also a person who doesn't like to talk much. He drove earnestly along the way, calculating how much money he would make on this trip.

It was already ten o'clock in the morning when they arrived at the place, and they didn't feel anything when they sat in the car and turned on the air conditioner, but when they got out of the car, it was not like that. In particular, the area around which they want to build a factory is an open space, without the slightest shade, and can only be roasted by the sun.

After getting out of the car, the sweat on several people "brushed" the ground and came down, it was really hot.

In order to prevent herself from tanning, Miao Yuechan was fully armed, but this made her a little breathless.

Because they had been contacted in advance, after a brief inquiry, the man who guarded the door here opened the door for them, and then hid in the guardhouse to cool off.

"This is a ruined yard, which used to be engaged in garment processing, and it used to be very glorious. For various reasons, it was declared bankrupt three years ago, and in order to repay the debt, the machine was sold, but the housing structure is still there, and the land is now owned by the government......" to prevent choking on smoke and dust, Tang Jingjing covered her mouth and explained.

Walking inside, a musty smell strongly stimulates everyone's nerves, and the dilapidated scene makes it difficult to imagine the glory of the past.

Fang Shiye carefully observed the design here, simply drew sketches, took out an infrared rangefinder to measure and quickly recorded the data, giving people a very professional and dedicated feeling.

After staying here for about fifteen minutes, Miao Yuechan couldn't stand it anymore, and took the lead in proposing to wait for the car outside. And Dai Hongjiang and Mi Siyuan also said after a while that they would go outside to breathe.

Only Tang Jingjing, Gu Shu and Fang Shiye persevered to the end. They view, measure, and record one plant after another, in order to obtain detailed and accurate data, so as to maximize the cost savings of the group.

"Brother Fang, drink some water." Tang Jingjing saw that Fang Shiye's bean-sized beads of sweat kept flowing down, so she said kindly.

"Thank you." Fang Shiye hesitated, took the water and thanked him.

"You're welcome." Tang Jingjing smiled slightly.

After about an hour, a few people came out of the factory and discussed the results of this work.

When I returned to the car, I saw that Dai Hongjiang was sleeping soundly, and his saliva was flowing out. Mi Siyuan happily played a mobile game, his eyes shining. Miao Yuechan hugged her mobile phone to browse the web, so comfortable.

"You're back......" Miao Yuechan sighed and said lightly.

"Back to the hotel?" The driver asked the old tree sitting next to him.

Hearing this question, Miao Yuechan's eyes widened. She'd been sitting here all morning, and her waist was almost exhausted. On this hot day at noon, will the hotel continue to work?

"Yes." Gu Shu's answer made Miao Yuechan breathe a sigh of relief.

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Huaxia, Yanjing, Zero degree planning company.

Alyssa sat bored in her office, and there was nothing to interest her lately. During this time, there were quite a few customers who came here, but they were all small customers, so small that she felt that she was being despised by them.

Cha Tae-hyun's birthday party has ended, but there is no movement on Lucy's side. Nothing reported? Wouldn't all my efforts and the fear at the banquet be in vain?

The more Alyssa thought about it, the more depressed she became, and the more she thought about it, the more depressed she became. She still thinks that she can become famous in one fell swoop and become a household name!

Just when Alyssa was depressed, Lucy's phone called, and she couldn't help but light up, and waited about thirty seconds for her to pick up the phone.

"What's the matter...... Alyssa asked, feigned impatience. She really wanted to ask the other party about the report on Che Taixuan's birthday party, but then she seemed too anxious.

"Yes, there is progress. I thought you were going to ask me as soon as you opened your mouth why I didn't report on Cha Taehyun's birthday party. Lucy spoke in a mocking tone.

"I'm busy right now." Alyssa said, rolling her eyes. She really wants to say: If you have something to say, say it quickly, and let it go if you have a fart!

"In that case, I'll call you later." Lucy didn't eat Alyssa's set, and sneered at herself: Look who's in a hurry.

Alyssa was tickling in hatred at the "beep" phone, and she was so angry that she circled around the office.

This afternoon, Alyssa received several calls from customers one after another, and every time the phone rang, she was extremely nervous and excited, accompanied by loss and anger, so a beautiful afternoon was spent in waiting, regret and anger.

Alyssa couldn't take it anymore and she was ready to go home and relax. Just then, the office phone rang. She really wanted to leave without regard to it, but she was worried that it was the leader who called.

"Hey......" Alyssa suppressed the anger in her heart and patiently picked up the phone.

"Good." Lucy heard the turbulent emotions in Alyssa's heart, and smiled beautifully on the other end of the phone.

"You're so bored!" Alyssa said angrily. She couldn't keep herself from being angry. She's angry, but she's in control.

"Believe it or not, I hung up again?" Lucy laughed mockingly. There's nothing more fun and effective than whetting someone's appetite for someone like Alyssa.

"......" Alyssa was silent, but her heaving chest showed her emotions at this time. She wanted to "snap" the phone down, but she didn't.

"That's right." Lucy smiled with satisfaction.

"Tell me something." Alyssa was really impatient this time.

"I'm telling you that maybe tomorrow you'll be famous." Lucy said slowly with a gloomy face.

Hearing this, Alyssa's pupils opened slightly, and the corners of her mouth hung with an excited smile. Famous! I'm going to be famous! Wait, what do you mean by "maybe"? In an instant, Alyssa's facial expression collapsed again.

"But before you do that, you're going to do something for me." Lucy paused. She likes to talk like this because she thinks it can have an unexpected effect. It's like a duck that makes the other person feel like it's flying, but if you are willing to put a little effort into it, you can still get it.

"What's the matter?" Alyssa resisted the urge to spurt blood. She wanted to hear what the other party was asking for.

"Oh~ I think about it, it's better to wait until you become famous. Haha......" Lucy said after a moment of silent thought. Alyssa, Alyssa, you're such a good pawn to control. But didn't your mother teach you since childhood? If you get something, you have to pay, and I don't do a loss-making business, on the contrary, I am very greedy. Oh, I forgot, you're like me, you didn't have a mother when you were very young.

Lucy's laughter was disgusting to Alyssa, but what could she do? Lucy has what she wants.

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Huaxia, Yanjing, Yanran Group.

On this day, Ai Zheming only had one expression---- laughing stupidly, and sometimes he couldn't help laughing out loud, and he himself seemed to be out of control. Fortunately, there is no work today, otherwise he would definitely be full of mistakes with his appearance.

"Ai Zheming, it's time to get off work." Mingwei glanced at Ai Zheming and shouted loudly to remind. This guy knows how to laugh this day, and eighty percent of them are in love.

"Huh? Oh, okay. Ai Zheming was stunned for a moment, and then smiled as if he suddenly understood. How could he not be happy, his mind was now full of the scene of Ling Qingya kissing him on the cheek when they were separated.

"I'll go first." Mingwei shook his head helplessly, ready to pick up his backpack and leave.

"Goodbye." Ai Zheming smiled, as if he had no intention of leaving.

"Be careful of hitting the pole when you go back to the dormitory." Mingwei pursed his lips and teased.

"Dorms?" Ai Zheming's eyes lit up, as if he had thought of something, so he ran past Mingwei's side like a gust of wind, just past the gap.

"Hey......" Mingwei couldn't believe everything in front of him, it was too fast!

"Sorry~ lock the door." Ai Zheming wasn't sure if he had bumped into Mingwei, so he looked back and smiled.

"Love can really make people crazy~" Mingwei muttered, and then locked the office door.

Ai Zheming ran back to the dormitory like a wind, and he was about to draw the scene of last night. He felt as if he were a divine helper, opening and closing with his pen, and he clearly felt the frenzied excitement in his heart.

As night fell, the painting was completed. Examining his own work, or speaking of his own heart. He lamented that the first time he used it was so short, he painted a work that satisfied him.

"Oh my god, forgot to eat." Ai Zheming muttered to himself. He suddenly felt his stomach "gurgling".

"Then treat yourself." Ai Zheming smiled at his painting, washed his hands, and then gently closed the door of the dormitory, and walked towards the door of the company.

It's dark now, and there aren't many pedestrians on the road, just speeding cars, wide roads, and dim streetlights.

This feeling is so good, like the world is his own, so Ai Zheming couldn't help but open his arms to meet this moment of spiritual silence.

"It's him, brothers!" There was a noisy sound of footsteps, and then several young people surrounded Ai Zheming. They all have tattoos on their bodies, they have all kinds of fashionable hairstyles, their hair is dyed in various colors, and the most dangerous thing is that each of them has a murder weapon in their hands.

Ai Zheming realized: danger was coming. But he was surrounded in the middle, and it was impossible for him to escape. What should he do?