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"Let's go." Chu Mo looked down at Wencheng.

Ever since Wen Cheng hung up the phone, he kept his head down, looking at the phone without moving.Chu Mo ignored him and went to the restaurant to have a meal before coming back. This person is still the same.When it was time to board the plane, Chu Mo couldn't help but remind him.

Wen Cheng's fingers holding the phone moved slightly, straightened up, quickly removed the phone card, and threw it into the trash can.

No extra words, no extra expressions, "Let's go."

Their destination is Marseille, France.Chu Mo is no longer satisfied with only importing literary works from abroad, but also wants to introduce domestic literature abroad. Chu Mo planned for this for three years, and started construction as soon as he took office. The publishing house is located in Marseille, France, because it was first established The studio is far away abroad, which means everything starts from scratch, and the ability of the person in charge is highly required.

Chu Mo wanted to hand it over to Wencheng from the very beginning. Although it was difficult at the beginning, if it develops, the center of gravity abroad will be fully supported by Wencheng, which means that Wencheng will have all kinds of resources in hand, and he will be the boss of the branch .But this person in Wencheng was bothered by the word "too lazy", and with Mu Qingyang around, he resolutely refused, and only helped where he could, and arranged business trips for Chu Mo himself.

In early October, the person who had rejected him called him, and he said, "I will."

"Karina." Chu Mo put a stack of documents on Wen Cheng's lap, and a one-inch photo of a woman on the front page was very conspicuous, beautiful.

Wen Cheng took a look, "Ability?"

"Graduated from Cambridge, she is much more capable than you. In terms of this, she is your senior." Chu Mo rubbed his brows, and the stewardess walked down the aisle with a sweet smile, and gave each of them a glass of juice. Chu Mo waited for her to leave before continuing. , "I don't need to remind you what kind of relationship you have with her."

Wen Cheng nodded, "Understood."

If you want to gain a foothold in an unfamiliar place, you naturally need a strong person with connections. Karina was originally the editor-in-chief of a French current affairs magazine. Chu Mo stared at her for a long time, and finally decided to throw an olive branch to her.

Karina is a very ambitious and far-sighted woman. After reading the contract, she decided to quit. She is now the main person in charge of the studio, and after Wencheng arrived in Marseilles, she will be one of the leaders. Karina's position is beneficial. There are disadvantages. The advantage is that she is really capable and can help the studio develop quickly. The disadvantage is that she is too capable, like throwing a piece of meat pie to a wolf, and people have to guard against it. Suppressing her while cooperating, this is the difficulty of Wen Cheng's appointment.

"Here," Chu Mo flipped through a few pages of information, "Pick a few that you want, and I will follow you from now on."

Wen Cheng flipped through it twice, picked out a few people's information and threw them to Chu Mo, leaned on the back of the seat and closed his eyes, "I'm here to test it, are you free?"

The candidates selected by Wencheng are all graduates of prestigious schools, but they have little experience in the industry, and their grades are neither outstanding nor disappointing. Such people are best controlled, and they will be of great use in the early stages of development.Chu Mo also knew this truth, but he threw a group of people to Wencheng to have a look at it himself, so he could only have fun with nothing to do.

Sitting behind the two were two Chinese girls, one of whom suddenly exclaimed, "Oh my god, it's Chinese New Year, why is there such a thing?"

Another girl replied: "There are many Chinese New Years. If you drink and drive, you should be hit by such a person, so as not to harm others."

The flight attendant who was passing by saw her, walked past, and politely reminded: "Miss, the plane is about to take off, please turn off your mobile phone for your safety."

The girl was also very talkative, she put the phone away after answering, and then talked about other chores with her partner.

The sound is not loud enough to lull you to sleep.

"Ah," the girl whispered softly, "it's snowing."

Hearing this, Wen Cheng opened his eyes and turned his head to look out the window. It was light snow, which had melted into water when it floated on the window.

The plane took off.

The moment the plane took off, his body felt uncomfortable, Wen Cheng was used to it, but he still closed his eyes.

"I'm jealous too."

"Jealous for what?"

Jealous of everyone who can see you in the future.

Snowing.

The first piece that fell fell on Mu Qingyang's eyelids. He lowered his eyes, and the melted snow slid down his eyelashes, dripping vertically to the ground like tears.The headlights of the car that crashed through the fence in the distance flickered, and his headlights were shining directly on the road, only a few meters away from the car that caused the accident. There was a suffocating heat in the air, so I called 122. Mu Qingyang had to wait for the police and the ambulance to arrive, to prevent the buddy in the car from belching.

Replaying Wencheng's number, the phone reads "Sorry, the phone you dialed has been turned off...".

"Sorry, the number you dialed..."

"Sorry, you called..."

"Sorry……"

Suddenly there was a loud "bang" on the quiet road, and the mobile phone that was originally held in Mu Qingyang's hand flew a few meters away, the screen was shattered, and it lay miserably and heroically in the distance.

The sudden force made Mu Qingyang unable to breathe for a while. He leaned against the car door to pant, and the white mist from his mouth drifted upwards. Cursed: "I'm going to your mother's Wencheng."

It's a trembling that hovers on the brink of collapse.

The person in the front seat yelled softly, Mu Qingyang straightened up, his eyes were red, but there was no moisture.

He walked to the side of the car that caused the accident, and the middle-aged man sitting in the driver's seat squinted his eyes due to the pain, his lips were pale, and his hair was weak, the car was dark, and the man was wearing dark clothes, Mu Qingyang couldn't see When it came to where he was actually injured, the man was so angry that his voice was so soft that Mu Qingyang had to get close to hear it clearly.

"I...help me...tell...my daughter...listen, listen to mom..." After saying this, the man seemed to have lost all his strength, panted heavily, and laughed twice, "In the next life ...I...absolutely...do not drink...drive...ha..."

"Death is not so easy." The cold wind poured into Mu Qingyang's clothes from his neck, and the snowflakes turned into water when it fell on his body. His hair was half wet and dripping with water. "Speak less, breathe more."

The man seemed to choke, coughed a few times, smiled, and seemed to want to talk, but unfortunately he had no strength to speak, and there was only snow and breath in the world.

The ambulance and the police car arrived in time, and the man was carried on a stretcher. Mu Qingyang, who had been standing in the snow, was already half wet. The policeman thoughtfully wrapped a towel over him, and asked him to sit in the police car and make notes.The reporter arrived one step later than the police, and several people gathered around the car involved in the accident to take pictures and learn about the situation.

Mu Qingyang briefly explained how he stopped and called 122 when he saw the car hit the fence. The police asked more detailed questions, not missing any details. ...

"Oh, by the way," the policeman took a transparent bag containing a broken mobile phone from his companion and asked, "I found this on the battlefield, is it yours?"

Mu Qingyang took a look, "Yes."

The policeman was a little surprised, "Why did you fall like this?"

"It's broken." Mu Qingyang's lips were turning purple from the cold. A female policeman couldn't bear it, poured him a cup of warm ginger soup, sat down by the side, and asked, "So it's the same person who called 122." Cell phone? Why did it suddenly break down?"

Mu Qingyang held the cup in both hands, probably reacting slowly due to the cold, with a slightly confused expression on his face, "I don't know. It's just broken, and I can't get it out."

The policeman sighed, patted Mu Qingyang on the shoulder, and returned the bag containing the mobile phone to Mu Qingyang, "Thank you for your cooperation, thank you for your hard work." Mu Qingyang nodded, got up and was about to leave, but the two policemen looked at each other. An opening stopped, "Your current condition is not suitable for driving. Where is your home? Let's take you back."

Mu Qingyang sat back in the car, and after a lot of effort, he finally leaned his head on the back of the chair, fixed his eyes on the roof of the car for a long time, and replied hoarsely: "I forgot. Just find a hotel nearby ,Thanks."

Mu Qingyang's state is obviously not right, and the two policemen can't ask more questions. After all, Mu Qingyang is an adult, and he can still be responsible for himself, so he can't do anything except worry, so he has to follow what Mu Qingyang said. He found a hotel for him, took Mu Qingyang there, and even drove him there with the car.

At 02:30 in the morning, Mu Qingyang was finally able to lie on the bed safely.

On the first snowy night of the year, he finally got lost on the road and lost his home.