After about four more days of unremitting effort, Qin Xiaojun's new batch of computers was finally fully assembled and set up at their respective stations.
All that remained was to boot them up and test them once more in the afternoon before officially handing them over to Qin Xiaojun.
Because they had been working so hard lately and the job was finally drawing to a close, Chen Mo and Luo Botao did not rush straight back to work after lunch, but sat chatting at the entrance of the internet cafe.
Perhaps truly realizing how hard it was to make money, Luo Botao took a sip of his cold drink and sighed with emotion.
"Making money is really not easy, Xiao Mo. These past few days have broken my back."
Chen Mo smiled upon hearing this and said nothing, thinking to himself: *This little bit of work is nothing compared to the hardships I went through striving in Yangcheng back in the day.*
Seeing that Chen Mo was silent, Luo Botao took another sip of his drink and continued.
"Xiao Mo, wouldn't it be great if there really was a job in this world where money falls from the sky? I guarantee I'd stand right there without moving a muscle and let it crush me to death."
"If you put it that way, there actually is one," Chen Mo replied.
"Really? Quick, tell me what kind of job!"
"The turtle in the wishing pond."
"Tsk."
Luo Botao glanced at Chen Mo and stopped talking.
Just then, a young woman walked past.
On her feet was a pair of white sandals, revealing two blindingly bright, fair thighs, with a brown miniskirt resting on her hips.
On her upper body, she wore a light red camisole whose shoulder straps kept slipping off, exposing fair shoulders and a slender neck, with her dyed hair coiled into a bun.
From head to toe, she was both fashionable and hot.
The only regret was that she wore rather heavy makeup; although she looked good, it was impossible to tell what was real beneath the thick layer of foundation.
Still, the way the young woman kept adjusting her shoulder strap was extremely sexy.
Chen Mo could not help sighing to himself: *A true textbook example of an old soul in a slippery disguise.*
Meanwhile, Luo Botao was completely captivated, his gaze following the young woman's every step.
No wonder—which young man going through a surge of hormones doesn't like looking at beauties?
Especially a young woman like this, who possessed lethal charm.
Chen Mo suddenly smiled, thinking: *This guy shouldn't be surnamed Luo; he should be surnamed Cao.*
So, he deliberately teased:
"Luobo, stop staring. At her age, even if Cao Cao were here, he couldn't handle her flood. You'd better live a few more years."
Luo Botao didn't catch the meaning of Chen Mo's words and just chuckled foolishly.
"Her figure is really great, especially those two legs—they're as straight as a pair of chopsticks."
"Yeah, makes it convenient for clamping meat..." Chen Mo blurted out.
Luo Botao remained completely clueless, still not getting it.
Chen Mo shook his head and deliberately egged him on:
"If you like her, go chat her up. What's the point of just staring?"
Hearing this, Luo Botao shook his head as well and said:
"I wouldn't dare. If things go wrong, I might get slapped across the face twice."
*Damn, so this guy has Mengde's desires, but lacks Ah Man's ambition!*
"Then stop looking, you've got a filthy, scoundrel look all over your face. Careful she doesn't notice and come over to give you a beating."
"How am I acting like a scoundrel? This is pure appreciation! Besides, by your logic, you were looking too, so you were acting like a scoundrel as well," Luo Botao retorted.
Chen Mo smiled, intending to properly educate his cute childhood friend, and said:
"When a man looks at a beauty on the street, if his gaze is a bit higher, it's appreciation; if his gaze is lower, it's being a scoundrel. Look, from start to finish, I was looking at her face, so that's appreciation. And you? You kept staring at her thighs—that definitely makes you a scoundrel."
"Damn, I can't argue with you."
Laughing and joking, the two watched the young woman gradually walk away.
...
Chen Mo stood up and stretched lazily.
"Let's go inside and get to work. If we're fast, we can completely finish before dusk."
"Okay," Luo Botao replied, standing up as well.
Just as the two of them were about to enter the internet cafe, the screech of sudden, sharp brakes rang out, making them turn around again.
An all-black Porsche Cayenne had pulled up directly across from the internet cafe, and a woman stepped out from the driver's seat.
First to catch the eye was a face of devastating beauty, as translucent as water yet as cold as ice. Her features were refined and striking, her complexion glowing like moonlight, her form as graceful as a blooming lotus flower.
Even though a pair of black sunglasses covered her eyes, they failed to conceal her peerless beauty, and every glance she cast radiated a legendary elegance.
Clad in a tight black sheath dress, her figure was slender and curvaceous.
She was, without a doubt, an absolute masterpiece of creation.
Chen Mo glanced sideways at Luo Botao, who was already staring blankly with drool almost dripping from his mouth.
He smiled inwardly, thinking: *This guy definitely feels like that "slippery-shouldered" young woman from just a moment ago isn't the least bit appealing anymore.*
So, he gave him a pull and said:
"Let's go. Look at the kind of car she drives—no matter how pretty she is, it's out of our league right now. Let's hurry up and get to work."
To his surprise, he didn't budge the guy at all.
Puzzled, Chen Mo turned his head back to look.
The beauty in the black dress had glanced around for a moment, locked her gaze on their direction, and was now walking toward them with graceful steps.
Before long, she stood right in front of the two of them.
The beauty stared at the dazed Luo Botao for a few seconds, the corners of her mouth twitching in a mock-mocking smile.
Lowering her head slightly, she revealed a pair of lovely eyes from above her sunglasses, then looked up at Chen Mo standing beside him and let out a faint, silent gasp of surprise.
*This long-haired boy is so tall.*
"Little kid, could you tell me where Xingfuli Residential Area is?" As soon as she spoke, out came an authentic Jingdu accent.
Hearing this, Chen Mo couldn't help but chuckle.
Little kid?
You're not that much older yourself.
Besides, though I look young, there is a genuine middle-aged uncle living inside this heart of mine.
Therefore, Chen Mo had no intention of giving her a serious answer and simply said:
"Aunty—no, Big Sis, I don't know the place you're talking about. Sorry."
The woman was stunned for a moment, and then a displeased expression appeared on her face.
Aunty?
Big Sis?
Damn it!
Are you blind? Or am I not young and pretty enough?
You actually called me Aunty and Big Sis?!
"What did you say?" The woman's tone grew noticeably colder, her eyes flashing with sharpness.
Chen Mo didn't give a damn whether she was angry or not.
If you're going to put on airs in front of me, I'm definitely not going to indulge your bad habits.
So, he continued to play dumb.
"Big Sis, I said I don't know where the place you mentioned is."
That single sentence almost made the woman spit out white foam.
Unable to vent her anger right there, she glared fiercely at Chen Mo.
She then turned her gaze back to the still-dazed Luo Botao, but this time she played it smart and asked:
"Handsome, do you know how to get to that place?"
It took Luo Botao a long time to snap out of it, and he stammered:
"Wh—wh—what place?" So this guy hadn't heard a single word just now!
"Xingfuli Residential Area."
Luo Botao swallowed hard before speaking.
"I know, I know. From here, go forward for about two kilometers and turn right, past Shuguang Road..."
Luo Botao described the route in meticulous detail, almost listing every single street and alley along the way with crystal clarity.
The woman nodded in satisfaction, looked only at Luo Botao, and said:
"Thank you, handsome!"
"You're... you're... you're welcome." Hearing the word "handsome" made the guy stutter again.
With that, the woman shot Chen Mo one last vicious glare and turned around to walk back to her car across the street.
Luo Botao's gaze followed her the entire way, and even after she got into the car, he showed no intention of moving, muttering dazedly:
"Xiao Mo, isn't the place she asked about your residential area?"