After My Rebirth, I Escaped My Marriage - Chapter 132

Chapter 132:1 Just Want A Number

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Le Yu probably inherited his bad luck from his father. He came every day but did not bump into Wen Yanqing.

After a few days, Mr. Lin thought of going to the bookstore to have a look.

After handing over the company to Lin Zhaonan, he was now semi-retired and only attended important meetings in the company.

Now that his son’s career and family were settled, Mr. Lin shifted his gaze to Lin Gantang.

He had never been to a bookstore before, so he wondered how well she managed it. Lin Mingzhuo asked the driver to send him over to take a look.

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When he arrived, he realized that the bookstore was doing well. It was a weekday, and there were actually quite a number of customers in the store?

To be honest, Mr. Lin was a little surprised.

The bookstore was bright and clean, and the atmosphere was quiet and peaceful. The customers picked books and played with cats… Wait, why were they all looking at ugly calico cats?

When did the fake cat that was so dark and motionless appear on the cat tree?

He could not understand the preferences of young people nowadays.

Mr. Lin clicked his tongue and shook his head. He went up to the second floor with his hands behind his back. Then, he glanced at Le Yu, who was tidying up the seats.

Le Yu also saw Lin Mingzhuo and immediately stood up straight. “Uncle Lin.” Uncle? This kid knew him? Mr. Lin sized him up and didn’t recognize him. “You are…”

“I am…” Le Yu was just about to introduce himself when he suddenly remembered the wrong number and the various social death scenes in front of Mr. Lin. He immediately changed his words. “I work here. You can look around.”

He was just short of bowing and nodding.

“Le Yu, can you help me move the books?” Qian Ruoxi shouted from the other end of the bookshelf.

He came here every day, and the shop assistants were already familiar with him.

Le Yu covered his face and immediately wanted to escape.

Mr. Lin, who had just turned around, turned back again.

“Le Yu? It’s you.” Mr. Lin was happy. “No wonder you call me Uncle. Are you here to help Gantang?”

Le Yu could only brace himself and answer, “Yes, yes, yes.” He wanted to return to a minute ago and beat to death the Le Yu who had called out to Uncle Lin.

Wouldn’t it be fine if he hadn’t shouted?

“You’re here to experience life, right? Not bad, not bad.” Mr. Lin was very satisfied. “Youngsters should be down-to-earth and endure some hardships. How is it? Have you thought about your future development? How far has your market research gone?”

Le Yu wanted to die.

He put on a solemn expression. “Uncle, I don’t want to start a business anymore. I’ll go back to the company and help my dad.”

This way, he wouldn’t have to write a five-year plan, right?

“A son inheriting his father’s legacy? Sure.” Mr. Lin patted his shoulder in relief. “Then why are you here in the bookstore?”

“My foundation isn’t good. I came to the bookstore…to enrich myself?” Le Yu took off his apron silently. He couldn’t say that he was chased out by his father. He had to save face.

“Yes, that’s right. Read books and learn from them to improve yourself.” Mr. Lin looked at the motivated junior and comforted him. “It’s okay if your foundation isn’t good. Wait for me.”

Why wait for you?

Until a pile of macroeconomic management, industrial policy, investment economics, statistics, management, human resource management, international trade, international finance…

Le Yu’s vision darkened. “Un..Uncle! 1 won’t trouble you for your guidance! Really! You’re so busy.”

“Uncle is free, so you’re don’t have to stand on ceremony. Uncle admires proactive children the most. Come, come, have a look first. I’ll get Gantang to give you all the books.” Mr. Lin said kindly, “You have to lay a good foundation. We can talk about the rest later.

“You have to do the questions for the chapters and cases in the books. Write a small 800-word thesis. I’ll wait for you here.”

Le Yu, who was tall and strong, almost burst into tears like a child.

No, he wasn’t proactive. He simply wanted a number..