Reborn with a Cell Phone 2007

On the way to the company, Ji Shumiao had been using his laptop to read posts on various forums. Even his QQ space was filled with all kinds of jokes related to tea, shit, piss and fart.

Cha Samadhi's business philosophy is already ahead of its time, and its unreasonable prices have caused dissatisfaction among many people. This time, the feces-throwing incident has given these negative emotions an outlet, and they cheered and jumped for joy, causing an intracranial orgasm, and applauded and praised the feces-throwing as a good move.

The Jasmine Revolution in the spring and the previous food poisoning incident were both brought out for public ridicule.

[If manure is diluted a thousand times, doesn’t it smell like jasmine? /snickering]

[No wonder the old man got food poisoning before. Your old man is still your old man!]

[I've long been fed up with a group of women holding a cup of tea and taking hundreds of photos. They think they're drinking some kind of nectar, but they're drinking shit! Hahaha! ]

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As soon as a person joins a group, his IQ is severely reduced. In order to gain recognition, individuals are willing to abandon right and wrong and use their IQ in exchange for a sense of belonging that makes people feel safer.

With just a little incitement, the mob turned this social news into an online carnival, and mocking and belittling those who drink tea has become politically correct.

The first thing Ji Shumiao said after entering the conference room was: "Don't spend money to calm public opinion. It can't be stopped."

No one can cover the public's mouth.

This impromptu meeting lasted for more than three hours. Ji Shumiao and Ji Shulang did not discuss anything, but both were unwilling to change the name of Cha Samadhi.

Changing the name means giving up and becoming a deserter.

Any move by Cha Samadhi now will only deepen the public’s imagination and association between this brand and “manure”.

There is no other way except to lie down and let the public opinion storm pass.

The branch that was splashed with feces was closed immediately, and all stores in Hefei were withdrawn, branch establishment plans were suspended, and all marketing activities in all stores were suspended.

After the meeting, Le Hui went to Hefei overnight to handle follow-up matters, and others also left the meeting room one after another.

Only Brother Lang was left. Ji Shumiao stopped pretending and raised his head to howl, "It's too dirty, too dirty!"

Ji Shulang sighed helplessly: "Did you say that it was made by Miaoyu Tea?"

"Not sure, but it's probably them, the prime suspects." Ji Shumiao felt extremely upset.

It was already late, but Ji Shumiao did not go home but went to the confinement center.

Qin Rong was sitting on the bed reading a book when she saw Ji Shumiao waving at her: "Come here, baby."

"Mom..." Ji Shumiao whined aggrievedly and threw herself into her arms. Her nose felt sore and two lines of tears fell.

Happy people tend to be more sensitive to tears, especially in front of their mothers. They cannot bear or hide any grievances.

Problems are problems, emotions are emotions, problems need to be solved, and emotions need to be soothed.

Qin Rong embraced her daughter, patted her lovingly, and gently brushed away the tears-soaked hair on her cheeks: "Dad told me that you were really wronged this time. Those people were really mean."

Ji Shumiao sniffed and choked up as he said, "The public doesn't care about the truth, they just want to trample on things they don't like..."

Stomp it into the mud and then admire its demise.

Whether it's sinful or not, just because they don't like it.

Qin Rong reached out and took a few tissues to wipe the tears from her face: "But I know that my daughter will definitely not be defeated by them, right?"

Ji Shumiao pursed her lips and nodded: "Yes! Mom, just watch, I will definitely fight a beautiful comeback."

"Okay, I'll beat the drum for you then." Qin Rong smiled and patted her cheek. "My daughter is so smart and beautiful, she must not suffer this kind of grievance."

"Mom." Ji Shumiao called, burying his head in her arms and rubbing against her coquettishly.

Qin Rong was tickled by her rubbing, and she teased her with a smile: "What's wrong? Do you want to drink milk too?"

Ji Shumiao blushed: "I won't eat it."

Qin Rong rubbed her hair: "Stay here tonight."

Qin Rong's room was a suite. In addition to the living room, dining room and small kitchen, there was also a guest room for family members to rest overnight. Ji Zhenhua was afraid of disturbing Qin Rong, so he took Tongtong to live in the guest room.

The baby could be left in the care of a confinement nanny at the confinement center, but Ji Zhenhua was always worried about leaving the baby to an outsider, so he decided to take care of the baby himself.

From the hospital to the confinement center, everyone said that Tongtong was an easy and worry-free baby to take care of. She didn't cry or make a fuss. She would just whimper when she was hungry or had a bowel movement. She was not picky about milk powder or breast milk and would eat whatever was given to her. She didn't make a fuss when she slept and didn't need to be held when she slept. She was simply an angel baby.

Ji Shumiao took a shower, changed into Qin Rong's pajamas, and rolled up his pants and sleeves.

Qin Rong was sitting on the sofa feeding Tongtong, while Ji Zhenhua was packing the mother and daughter's clothes. Hearing the noise, all six of them looked towards the door.

[Sister, sister, sister…]

Ji Shumiao's head hurt a little from the noise. This child's inner voice was quite noisy.

It is said that babies have poor eyesight when they are born. Ji Shumiao doesn’t know about other children, but Tongtong’s eyesight must be excellent.

Qin Rong saw that Tongtong was full, so she pulled down her clothes. Just as she was about to pick up Tongtong and burp him, Ji Zhenhua took her away: "Let me do it."

Ji Zhenhua let Tongtong lie on his shoulder and patted his back skillfully to help him burp.

Qin Rong stretched out her hands towards Ji Shumiao: "Then let me hug my big baby."

"Mommy~" Ji Shumiao called in a coquettish voice and snuggled into her mother's arms.

Qin Rong patted her eldest daughter lovingly, Ji Zhenhua patted his youngest daughter, and the family of four couldn't help laughing.

Ji Shumiao asked: "When I was a kid, did my dad burp me like this?"

Qin Rong: "When you were little, you didn't care about these things. We raised you the way we do in the countryside. Nowadays, there are still some gas-relieving exercises, but there were none in the past. You often cried because of your bloating, and we couldn't do anything about it. Your father and I were both very stupid, and we covered you up with prickly heat in the middle of summer."

Ji Zhenhua felt ashamed when he thought of Ji Shumiao's childhood: "When you were born, your parents were first-time parents and didn't know anything. You were skinny and small when you were born, and you got sick right after you left the confinement period. We were worried that we couldn't support you."

Looking at Tongtong now, Ji Zhenhua and Qin Rong couldn't help but think of Ji Shumiao's childhood, and felt more and more indebted.

"Fortunately, I managed to raise him and he grew up to this size." Qin Rong curled the corners of her mouth proudly.

The kitchen brought Qin Rong's dinner, and Ji Shumiao had some for a midnight snack.

Ji Zhenhua took his little daughter to sleep next door. Qin Rong slept for a long time during the day and was not sleepy at all now. Ji Shumiao was a night owl and it was not time for him to go to bed yet.

The mother and daughter sat at the head of the bed, staring at each other, neither of them wanted to sleep.

Qin Rong pulled out a colorfully covered book from under her pillow like a magician: "Baby, study the martial arts secrets with Mommy tonight."

All I saw on the cover of the book was written in fancy artistic fonts: The Reborn Tyrant is Taken into My Harem.

Ji Shumiao: "...Mom, your taste is quite advanced."

"I didn't buy it. Your father bought it for me to kill time." Qin Rong turned the page with the folded corner. "He said this is a popular novel recently."

Ji Shumiao leaned over: "Really? Then let me take a look too."