Load-Bearing Limit of Streetlights

Lin Mo's phone screen lit up, and a message popped up.

Liu Zheng didn't choose to call; he knew Lin Mo's personality well and knew he didn't like answering phone calls.

Speaking of which, Lin Mo's habit of not answering calls was something he slowly developed later on.

In his earlier years, his phone was purely a communication tool.

Later, various telemarketing and scam calls became like summer mosquitoes and flies, buzzing endlessly and annoyingly.

At first, he patiently hung up on them, but later he simply took a one-size-fits-all approach: he stopped answering calls altogether and kept his phone on silent.

Over time, this became his unshakable habit.

Lin Mo glanced at the message Liu Zheng sent. The content was concise and to the point, mentioning the Ye family of the Guanghui Group.

This Ye family of the Guanghui Group was precisely the sister and brother among the three people opposite him.

And he had also long noticed Ye Qiaolin investigating his information.

As a key person of interest for the Yanhuang Awakening in Yangcheng, Lin Mo's every move tugged at certain people's nerves.

After all, no one wanted such a special existence to stand on the opposing side because of some unpleasantness.

Therefore, what Ye Qiaolin could find out was merely public information laid out in the open, which was harmless.

Lin Mo tapped his fingers on the screen, simply editing Zhou Nianqian's petty jealousy into text and sending it over.

"Ding-dong."

On the other side, upon seeing the reply, Liu Zheng's tense nerves instantly relaxed, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

"It's fine, it's fine. Just a false alarm."

"What happened? You looked so tense, like you were about to go to the battlefield." Next to him, Old Bai leaned in, his face written with curiosity.

Liu Zheng waved his hand, wiping nonexistent sweat from his forehead, and lowered his voice, "What else could it be? Just young people fighting out of jealousy."

Hearing this, Old Bai's mouth twitched, his expression somewhat caught between laughing and crying. "Just that? I thought the sky was falling."

"This matter could be big or small!"

Liu Zheng glared at him, his expression turning serious again. "Look at who the other party is. That's Lin Mo!"

He didn't explain further, instead turning back to message Lin Mo to ask about his stance.

"Do you want us to step in and give the Guanghui Group and that Qianheng Group a warning? Tell them to manage their juniors well and not bite off more than they can chew."

The message was sent successfully. Liu Zheng's heart rose to his throat again as he quietly waited for that decisive reply.

Lin Mo looked at Liu Zheng's cautious wording on the screen and chuckled.

He didn't really care.

His fingertips danced rapidly, and a line of text quickly appeared in the input box.

"As long as they play by the rules, I'll entertain them. But if they want to use underhanded methods..."

He paused, seemingly deliberating his word choice, and finally sent over a sentence.

"Then I can take the opportunity to study the weight-bearing limit of the streetlights."

Hang who?

The answer was self-evident.

Seeing this message, Liu Zheng completely put his mind at ease.

He grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, his mood indescribably cheerful.

Coming from a commoner background, not only did he not resent Lin Mo's simple and brutal way of handling things, but he also felt an inexplicable sense of appreciation for it.

Just hanging them from streetlights, no big deal.

Would a corporation really not survive without its helmsman?

Naive.

As long as the foundation remained, as long as those tens of thousands of jobs were still there, it was just a change of heads. The Yanhuang Awakening had plenty of ways to support a more reliable and obedient person to take over.

These massive commercial empires could not fall easily, but their controllers were by no means irreplaceable.

A cold glint flashed in Liu Zheng's eyes.

If things really escalated to an unmanageable point, naturally someone would come to clean up the mess and take over everything.

On the other side, Jiang Yunlu's breathing was steady; she had long fallen into a deep sleep.

On a summer afternoon, a girl also needed a peaceful nap to replenish her energy.

On the contrary, that old geezer Jiang Chengshan, with his hands behind his back, took the initiative to stroll over to Lin Mo's side.

He coughed lightly and lowered his voice, as if sharing some incredible secret.

"That Zhou Nianqian from just now is the crown prince of the Qianheng Group."

Lin Mo tilted his head, his eyes carrying a bit of pure curiosity. "The Qianheng Group, compared to the mayor, which one is more powerful?"

Hearing this, Jiang Chengshan was taken aback, but then he quickly realized.

This kid was asking him whether money or power ultimately had the final say.

Did he even need to ask? It was definitely power.

How could a force capable of uprooting a mayor be intimidated by a local commercial group?

Figuring this out, Jiang Chengshan instantly fell silent, feeling that his reminder just now was a bit superfluous, and even a bit degrading.

He held it in for a long time, then changed his angle, cutting in from the point he cared about the most.

"Aren't you afraid he'll snatch Yunlu away?"

His tone carried a bit of provocation, as well as a trace of imperceptible probing.

Was he afraid?

Lin Mo asked himself in his heart.

He was.

Anyone who cherished their feelings would be wary of potential threats.

A pure love warrior would definitely be afraid of a homewrecker.

But a pure love warrior would also kill the homewrecker.

What will come will always come; you can't just guard against it forever.

Lin Mo shrugged, his expression indifferent. "If she can really be snatched away that easily, it only proves that she wasn't the right person to begin with."

"Hmph, easy for you to say," Jiang Chengshan retorted unceremoniously. "You make it sound as if you're some perfect match."

He was genuinely a bit angry saying this. Seeing Lin Mo's breezy and calm demeanor, it felt as though his family's precious cabbage wasn't being treated as a treasure by him at all.

Lin Mo didn't take the bait, only smiling.

For some things, no amount of explanation would help; it was better to let nature take its course.

If Jiang Yunlu really couldn't accept him because of certain things, he wouldn't pester her endlessly.

Sigh, thinking about it this way, he did seem to have the potential to be a scumbag.

An hour later.

Jiang Yunlu slowly woke up, her long eyelashes fluttering as she slowly opened her eyes.

The nap swept away her previous exhaustion, leaving her completely refreshed.

The strange thing was, after sleeping in this mountain forest for an hour, she didn't have a single mosquito bite on her body.

Normally, in the summer like this, mosquitoes and insects were basically unavoidable.

But with Lin Mo around, the mosquitoes and insects naturally retreated.

Jiang Chengshan, meanwhile, was drinking tea and continuing to look at his tablet.

She stood up and stretched lazily. Her short top rolled up along with the movement, revealing a section of fair, slender waist that was dazzling under the sunlight.

Lin Mo was standing at the edge of the campsite, gazing at the distant mountains, seemingly lost in thought.

Jiang Chengshan cleared his throat, trying to salvage a bit of his presence as a father, and pointed to the teapot on the table.

"Awake? Have a cup of tea to soothe your throat."

"No thanks, Dad, I'm not thirsty!"

Jiang Yunlu didn't even glance at the teapot; her gaze was locked straight onto that figure in the distance.

As soon as she finished speaking, she was like a little deer breaking free from its restraints, stretching her long legs and running straight toward Lin Mo.

"Lin Mo!"

The crisp call echoed through the valley.

Leaving only Jiang Chengshan alone, holding his teacup, frozen in place, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot.

This girl...

Truly, a grown daughter cannot be kept at home!

If you keep her too long, it only breeds resentment!