While the old man was frying stinky tofu, Li Mo chatted with him all the time and learned some things about the old man.
The old man is a veteran. When he was young, he fought in the north and south, and participated in several major battles.
Later, I had to change careers because of an injury.
It can be said that his life was quite miserable. His wife passed away early, and his only son died in a car accident the year before last.
Now there is only such a little granddaughter left, and the old and the young depend on each other pointing to this store.
Even though this shop is small, it is considered a high-priced location in a university town, and it cost all the old man's savings.
However, although his life is a bit poorer, the old man has a good attitude and is in good health, and the grandfather and grandson are living a happy life.
Kuang Wenyan was accompanying the little girl and heard what the old man was talking about, with tears in her eyes.
She stood up and pulled Li Mo aside, crying:
"Li Mo, is there any way we can help them?"
In fact, Kuang Wenyan didn't know if Li Mo could help, but she still instinctively regarded Li Mo as her backbone.
Li Mo squinted his eyes and thought for a while, then said lightly:
"You stay with the child first. Don't cry. I'll go out and make a phone call."
After saying that, he walked to the alley, took out a cigarette and lit it.
The old man is a very tough person. If you say you want to help him or give him money directly, he will definitely not accept it.
And Li Mo himself couldn't wrap up the old man's stinky tofu every day.
Therefore, we still have to find a way to expand the popularity of this store.
After thinking for a while, Li Mo called Shao Wenhua.
Huazi is different now. According to the future, this is a traffic V with 5,000 fans.
Of course, although these fans are all black fans, Hua Zi is right, black and red are also red. It still works.
"Hua Zi, I have a clever plan to turn you from black to white."
"In five minutes, I want to meet you at the Hao De Fu Pork Pie on the commercial street."
After hanging up the phone, only four minutes later, Shao Wenhua arrived cursing.
"Old Mo, you bitch, I, the great sniper master, sniped twenty-eight heads today! You destroyed it when my hands were hot!"
"You'd better be really busy, otherwise I'll hold you to sleep at night!"
Li Mo laughed, put his arms around Shao Wenhua's neck and said:
"Don't worry, I will definitely let you pretend to be serious this time."
"After this incident is over, your entire tall persona will be established at Changxia University."
"real?"
Shao Wenhua glanced at Li Mo, his thoughts were aroused, and he followed him into the alley.
Seeing that Li Mo actually called Shao Wenhua, Qiao Shuzhu gritted his teeth and asked:
"Why did you turn the summons into a summons?"
She was also the 'culprit' in this matter, so she didn't want too many people to know about it.
"..."
Li Mo rolled his eyes at Qiao Shuzhu:
"Are you literate? How can you call someone with a three-character name wrong? His name is Shao Wenhua!"
Shao Wenhua also looked at Qiao Shuzhu angrily, not wanting to be like a woman, and asked Li Mo:
"What on earth is going on here?"
Li Mo briefly told Shao Wenhua what happened and patted him on the shoulder:
"Hua Zi, that's what it is. You post a post to help the old man attract people."
"I believe that once you take action, the old man's current situation will be improved."
"This not only helps him, but also helps yourself. Maybe some girl will be determined to be with you after seeing that you are not only rich but also kind."
Shao Wenhua squinted his eyes and thought for a moment, then looked at Li Mo and said:
"Then let me try."
Li Mo nodded:
"Very good, Hua Zi, I knew you would agree. Don't worry, you will definitely have a girl who wants it."
Shao Wenhua waved his hand:
"What is wrong with a girl? I am mainly kind and want to do a righteous deed."
Li Mo chuckled and nodded in agreement:
"Yes, yes, you are a good person."
"I'll have someone write the manuscript out later. Then you can just copy and paste it."
Shao Wenhua heard this and glanced at Li Mo:
"I'd better write it myself."
"Oh? Can you write it yourself?"
"Damn it, who are you looking down on? After all, I am also a college student from this university. Don't you have this writing skills?"
.........
Forty minutes later, the old man fried all the remaining stinky tofu, which was exactly twenty portions.
Tang Jiaxin had already treated the old man's wound, and Li Mo also paid a hundred yuan. After everyone said goodbye, they all went to the incubation base 207.
It was the first time for Qiao Shuzhu and Kuang Wenyan to come here, and they looked doubtful at first.
When they saw the bright lights inside and the dozen or so people sitting here shouting "Boss Li Mo" in unison, they became even more confused.
It turns out that this is the headquarters that picked up the leak!
It must feel great to be called boss by a dozen people at the same time!
Li Mo didn't pay attention to the expressions of Kuang Wenyan and others, and gave everyone a piece of stinky tofu, and then explained in an orderly manner:
"Huazi, use Team Leader Ou's computer to open a new post and write it according to your own ideas."
"Lao Ou, when Hua Zi finishes writing, show it to him, polish it, and then ask your team members to rhythm the post."
"Lao Ke, after the post is posted, you can add the essence to this post in the background so that the post will always be at the top."
Qiao Shuzhu narrowed his eyes and watched Li Mo do all this. He became more and more confused and sat on the sofa without saying a word.
Kuang Wenyan, on the other hand, was filled with tears of joy.
Tang Jiaxin acted very naturally, quickly making tea for Li Mo, and then getting drinks and snacks for Kuang Wenyan and others.
She was already one of the people who had slipped through the net, so she was like a happy sparrow, shuttling back and forth in 207.
After more than twenty minutes, Shao Wenhua wrote the post.
After Ou Junxing polished it, Shao Wenhua clicked publish, and the post appeared in the 'MOMO Garden' section that had been missed.
Then Ke Xia personally worked to refine the post, and then the planning team was responsible for setting the pace.
After a skillful process, this post quickly received a large number of comments.
'Holy shit! That bitch Hua Shao posted another pretentious essay? "Even if you carry Patek Philippe, it won't affect your ability to eat stinky tofu?" 》'
'Um? But why does the painting style seem to have changed this time? Why does this bitch seem to have some conscience? '
'I know this stinky tofu shop! The boss is indeed an old man, and the food is good, but the location is a bit off. '
'I didn't expect this old man to be a veteran of many battles! pay tribute! admire! '
'Wow, it looks a bit touching! I'm going to buy stinky tofu tomorrow! Let’s all form a group and go! Help the old man. '
'Okay! Go in a group! It's just that Hua Shao's badass style of painting has changed so much that I feel a little uncomfortable with it. '
'Yeah, it makes me feel embarrassed to scold him, damn it! '
Shao Wenhua looked at these comments with a dazed look on his face.
Is my black and red life really so bleached? ?
