Luo Nan bid farewell to Xue Lei at the school gates and took a car back home. The car he rode in was sent by the Xia City branch. The driver was a professional security guard with extraordinary strength. The two were not familiar with each other, so they did not talk much on the way. Luo Nan was the only one staring blankly most of the time.
It was just as Bamboo Pole said. Today, Luo Nan had indeed become a lobbyist in addition to teaching. And the person who hired him was the legendary Her Majesty Empress Wu.
Bamboo Pole was eloquent, and his persuasive skills were sufficient. Luo Nan was indeed a bit moved at the time. But the awkward thing was that he had pretty much forgotten all of these words by the time he got in the car.
It was not that he was not attentive, but that he was overly nervous.
Luo Nan had always been the focal point of the Society during his time there, but this was the first time he had accepted a genuine recruitment like today. He lacked the relevant social experience. His mind was a complete mess of distracting thoughts when he encountered this matter. He did not know how to respond.
So much so that Luo Nan remembered the most clearly not the benefits Her Majesty Empress Wu would give him. Instead, it was Bamboo Pole's words of consolation. "Boss Luo, you are not of age yet, but you are already a complete member of society. Things like this are unavoidable. You can seek the opinions of others. Ask more. Refer more. Don't rush to make a judgment. Her Majesty Empress Wu went through me and not through Zhang Yingying because that girl is too impatient. She wants to avoid playing the emotional card and affecting your judgment. "
These words were filled with sincerity, but the reason why Luo Nan remembered them was because Bamboo Pole's words, 'member of society', poked at his sore spot.
Luo Nan opened the car window and rested his elbow on the window frame, feeling the incoming night wind. A moment later, he used his other hand to draw a diagram. It was a tetrahedron, and it was divided into five layers.
According to Formatting Theory, this was the Societal Formatting Diagram. From bottom to top, it was clearly divided into five layers: student, employee, technician, priest, and politician. This was the classification of the resources he controlled.
It was barely possible to correspond to the outside society.
Luo Nan still remembered his first conversation with Zhang Yingying on the Ship Lanshan. He had solemnly vowed that he needed pressure and opportunity to enter a completely new circle to satisfy the needs of his rapid rise in social status.
His voice was still in his ears. He had truly taken this step, but how could he have imagined that he would be at a loss today?
He didn't think that his initial choice was wrong, but was this kind of passive situation inevitable? If one viewed life as a game, then the path he had chosen after his class advancement would definitely be a terrible one. Furthermore, there would be no save point, and he wouldn't be able to start all over again, nor would he be able to stop.
Luo Nan had to chew on the bitter fruit of life, and he had reached a juncture. He had to make a decision. He could not stop moving forward.
Luo Nan couldn't quite understand Her Majesty Empress Wu's thoughts. He was unable to guess the calculations within. He could only follow Bamboo Pole's advice and seek the opinions of others.
The first person he thought of was He Yueyin, but when he applied for the call, she should be dealing with some business and couldn't be distracted. She only left a message saying that she would contact him later.
Luo Nan could only skip it for now. His thoughts swept through the list of friends in the HexaEar, pondering over who he should consult.
Zhang Yingying had to jump over first. Crag Burst seemed to be making a move tonight as well. As for Octopus …
Luo Nan had no confidence in his ability to express himself with words, so he simply turned them into words. He left a few messages for his friends, asking for advice.
Not long after it was sent, the driver suddenly said, "Boss Luo, we're home."
Luo Nan was stupefied for a moment. Only then did he realize that he had taken a bit too long to organize his words. The car had already driven to the entrance of the residential area. It was just past dinner time. There were quite a few residents strolling and exercising on the streets.
"Thank you, Brother Qi." Luo Nan politely expressed his thanks and got off the car to head home. He only realized halfway there. When did he become accustomed to being addressed as Boss Luo?
Luo Nan walked into the house. There was no one in the living room. Luo Nan called out, and his uncle, Mo Haihang, responded from the kitchen, "Oh Luo Nan, wait a moment. The food needs to be reheated."
"Oh, okay."
It was already eight o 'clock in the evening. Dinner time had long passed. However, as long as his uncle was home, he would certainly reserve a portion for Luo Nan, the king of stomachs.
Luo Nan first went to wash his face and used cold water to stimulate himself. When he returned to the living room, Mrs. Luo Shuqing was already sitting on the sofa in her home clothes.
"Auntie." Luo Nan rushed to greet her. He was most afraid of this person in the family.
Luo Shuqing had her head lowered as she fiddled with her wristband. Luo Nan's heart thumped when he saw this scene. He immediately bypassed the minefield and headed to the dining room. But he was still too late.
A cold and clear voice came from behind him, "Did Mo Ya call yet?"
"Uh, no. I haven't been in contact for the past two days. Maybe Mo Peng … … Where is he? "Luo Nan turned around. He didn't see the best shield, but this didn't prevent him from diverting the disaster.
"He went crazy outside. I hope he'll be back before nine." Mrs. Luo Shuqing's attention shifted a bit, but she soon locked onto her target, "Has Mo Ya confirmed the specific time she'll be returning to Xia City?"
The words "return to Xia City" were remarkable. As the saying goes, "no one knows a daughter better than a mother." Madam Luo Shuqing had already determined that even if her unfilial daughter returned from the music festival, she wouldn't return home for a while.
After all, she would be gone for a month. Things had gotten out of hand!
Luo Nan continued to play dumb, "I haven't been in contact for the past two days. At most, I'll look at her circle of friends … … Won't she be back after the music festival ends?"
Luo Shuqing raised her head to look at her nephew. In the end, she couldn't resist her doting heart. She sighed and didn't pursue the matter any further, "Let's go eat. If there's nothing going on at school, we'll adjust the time for supplementary lessons. It's not good to eat too late."
Luo Nan responded vaguely and quickly sat at the dining table. His uncle just happened to deliver the sliced beef with a small pancake. The pancake was wrapped with beef and scallions. The texture was firm and crisp. It was very chewy and went well with the rice.
Luo Nan was half serious and half fake in order to avoid trouble. He buried his head in the food and didn't give his mouth any time to rest.
His uncle sat on the other side of the dining table and sighed, "It's fortunate that you're practicing martial arts. Otherwise, your body would be out of shape if you continued like this every day."
This was a good topic! Luo Nan's mouth wasn't idle. He could only nod over and over.
"Aside from Mo Peng, no one in the family has ever been fat! If you have the ability, then feed that unfilial daughter into a pig. I want to see how she'll go wild in the outside world! "Luo Shuqing was annoyed by being alone in the living room, so she came to the dining table.
His uncle immediately shut his mouth and smiled, avoiding the frontal attack.
Luo Shuqing knew that her husband had an impenetrable ability. Her gaze turned to a certain person who was the easiest to bully.
Luo Nan hated that he couldn't stuff the entire beef pancake into his mouth. But he had eaten too quickly just now. The previous roll had already entered his stomach. Right now there was a gap, and he couldn't avoid it. His brain heated up, and by some strange coincidence, he self-destructed, "Today, a friend's boss wants me to go work at her company … …"
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