Chapter 15 The Storm is Rising (Please Collect)

"Good afternoon, boss."

Bai Mo looked up from the computer and looked at the person who appeared in front of him.

It was still him, the first employee he met - the freckled young man.

"Tang Long, what do you want?"

You are specifically looking for me offline. Is there something that you must discuss face to face?
The freckled young man Tang Long shook his head and handed a bright red gift bag to Bai Mo.

From the bulging appearance of the gift bag, it can be seen that it is filled with many things, including drinks, snacks, and some small gifts that can be considered as gifts.

"Boss, thank you for hiring me."

Bai Mo placed it on an empty seat on the table and said, "Your grades are second, so even if I don't hire you, you can join any company."

"Haha, how can those people compare with you, boss? The contract is signed and there is legal protection. And the salary is settled on Monday. The weekly salary is about the same as those of normal programmers. There is no internship period. You are really an angel!"

Bai Mo glanced at me a few times and said unhappily, "Angel? You will know whether I am an angel or not when you go to work."

Tang Long laughed twice, then pinched his nails, looking like he had something to say but didn't know how to start.

"What else?"

"Um, boss, can I get a week's salary in advance?"

"..."

Bai Mo put down the work on the computer, saved it, and turned to look at Tang Long.

"Give me a reason."

"The hospital bill is almost due..."

"I'll go with you to take a look."

"thank you boss!!!"

Tang Long's eyes were a little red at this time.

In his opinion, since Bai Mo was willing to go to the hospital with him, it meant that he was very likely to agree to the subsequent help.

Soon, the two arrived at the Third Municipal Hospital.

Led by Tang Long, Bai Mo soon arrived at the inpatient area.

Those lying here are patients who have to be hospitalized and treated in the hospital due to illness.

"It's here, Ward 307." Tang Long said in a low voice, then gently pushed open the door.

On the bed inside was an old woman, shriveled and wrinkled, as if she were carved out of loess. She lay quietly on the bed, wearing an oxygen mouthpiece in her mouth, her face peaceful and dull.

The instruments around her made a ticking sound, as if telling her that she was getting old.

"Grandma." Tang Long looked at her with red eyes.

Bai Mo quietly pulled out a chair from the side and sat down, waiting for Tang Long to suppress his inner sadness.

"Boss, I'm sorry, I." Tang Long wiped his eyes and wiped away some tears.

"It's okay. Also, if you don't mind, can you tell me your story?"

"I was born in the countryside. My parents went out to work. They left because of a natural disaster when I was fifteen. Since then, I have lived with my grandmother."

“Then, she fell ill.

The fields and fish ponds in the countryside supported my college education, and she…"

With a choked voice, Tang Long lowered his head and occasionally made sobbing sounds.

The man did not shed tears, but he did not go to the sad place.

Baimo tapped the back of his hand with his fingers.

There was obviously no sound, but for Tang Long, it was no less than a countdown to the announcement of the trial result.

"How much do you need?"

"Thank you, boss! Not too much, five thousand will be fine!"

“Consider it your salary.”

Bai Mo turned around and walked out the door.

"Let's go and pay."

"..."

Pay and leave.

Bai Mo looked at the sun in the sky, his eyes narrowed slightly. He turned his head to look at the hospital, although he didn't know what was going on inside. But since Bai Mo had already paid for the hospital, Tang Long must be very happy now.

Back in the Internet cafe, Bai Mo continued to deal with his current work.

Running a company, even if it is just a simple business with a dozen people, still involves a lot of things that take Bai Mo a long time.

I laid my head on the table and gradually fell asleep.

In the mysterious space, along the road, Bai Mo saw a few more people.

"Everyone please report your progress." Yiquan Baimo looked at Longzu Baimo.

Dragon Baimo nodded and recounted what happened today.

Listening to his description, Hokage Baimo couldn't help but frown.

"Did you really help him?"

The dragon Baimo nodded.

Hokage Baimo couldn't help but ask: "Have you ever thought about how he sees you now?"

"Maybe a hero."

"Hero..." Hokage Baimo said helplessly: "A little kindness will lead to more hatred. If you help him now, it will be equivalent to creating a burden for you."

"What do you mean?" asked Bai Mo of the Dragon Clan.

Huoying Baimo explained: “To put it simply, Tang Long’s family environment makes him deeply hostile to these outsiders.

His parents are not around, and his grandmother has been taking care of him. In his eyes, his grandmother is a combination of multiple roles. All relatives want to divide the family property, and he can't do anything. The only one he can rely on is his grandmother. "

"He is emotional, distrustful of outsiders, and believes that he is enough. This kind of personality makes him excellent in the field he is good at.

But now his grandmother has passed away and he has lost his spiritual support. He has become a people pleaser, hoping to gain another spiritual support.”

"Now that you have become the god in his heart, Tang Long will subconsciously make demands on you as the god according to what he did in the past."

After listening to the description of the Hokage Baimo, the Dragon Clan's Baimo also became somewhat convinced.

White foam from different worlds has its own advantages and disadvantages.

The dragon Baimo is good at acting because he has been pretending all his life.

Huoying Baimo is good at guessing people's minds, because he is a staff member...

"What's the best thing I should do now?"

Hokage Baimo shook his head, then replied: "Nothing."

"You have already made your decision. Once the company has a rough outline, you can sell it and go down the biopharmaceutical path."

After a pause, Hokage Baimo continued: "The way of thinking of people like Tang Long is to submit to the strong. He has no way to deal with his relatives, probably because he has been afraid of them since he was a child.

Now, he may betray you because he has met someone more powerful."

Afterwards, Naruto Baimo talked about the situation in his own world.

In the selection of the Fourth Hokage of Konoha, although he knew that the Yellow Flash was the chosen one, there was still an Orochimaru who was equally matched with him.

The Hokage will be chosen from two candidates, and now the nobles of the Land of Fire are discussing what the next Hokage will be like, and whether they should change their business model.

Conan Baimo said: "I finished learning a language and now I'm learning meditation."

"Meditation!" Golden light flashed in the Hokage's Baimo's eyes.

Meditation, a word related to magic, is a standard basic and must-learn content for improving mental strength.

"It's not the meditation you think of. This kind of meditation is similar to our current situation." Conan Baimo waved his hand and said.

"Empty your mind and recall your memories. Then, through this meditation, your memory will become more profound and your speed of learning the next magic content will be slightly increased."

“As for mental strength, it’s just a vague concept.

Just like our physical strength, stamina, nerve reflexes, toughness, recovery speed, resistance to abnormalities... How can these miscellaneous things be described simply by physical strength?"

Yiquan Baimo said: "Meditation is for learning magic better, so you still haven't reached the threshold of apprentice."

"It hurts, brother." Conan Baimo complained: "I am also the second best talent here, can you give me some face?"

"If I meditate in reality, can it solve my current predicament?" The dragon Baimo said thoughtfully.

Conan Baimo waved his hand: "It depends on what you want to solve."

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