Awakening the Daily Intelligence System Chapter 442: 162, two years later, the layout will be comple

Chapter 442: 162, two years later, the layout will be completed, and everything will eventually co to an end!_2

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“Brother, what are you saying!” Siyu said with so embarrassnt and a forceful tone, “Our focus right now is on our careers, we can’t all be like you, becoming a dad in our early 20s, right? I don’t want that!”

This girl…

Lin Mo curled his lips and said in a low voice, “How are you talking to your brother?”

“Work is work, life is life. Aren’t you a bit too old to not want kids just for the sake of your career? There are three forms of unfilial behavior, and the worst is having no descendants, you know that!”

Zhang Li chuckled twice and quickly said, “Brother, I got it, I will work hard. Drive safely on your way.”

After chatting a bit more, Lin Mo hung up the phone and parked the car at the entrance checkpoint of the manor.

The only drawback of Beverly Manor is that every entry requires several minutes of scanning, and no one has any special privileges.

Even the current Duke receives the sa treatnt when he cos ho.

After the scan, Lin Mo drove into the manor and parked his car at the door of his ho.

As soon as he got out, he saw the door being pushed open, and Lin Xiaoxiao was standing at the doorway waving to him, “Dad, you’re finally back, we’ve all been waiting for you!”

Lin Mo walked to the door, took off his glove and kissed his daughter’s cheek, then smiled and said, “I’m really sorry, I was too busy this morning and forgot the ti.”

“It’s okay, I forgive you.”

Lin Xiaoxiao took Lin Mo’s hand and led him into the house, and young Lin Xi also stumbled over.

He could now walk, and even say a few simple words.

Since he was receiving bilingual education, Lin Xi often spoke in a mix of half-Chinese, half-English.

“Dad… Dad…”

Lin Xi hugged Lin Mo’s thigh, his face bearing a sunny smile.

Li Jinwen, who was in the kitchen, poked her head out and said with a smile, “Oh, Mr. Big Boss Lin, you’re finally back. Co over and help, see how to deal with this thing.”

“Coming!” Lin Mo took off his coat and walked into the kitchen to see the family gathered around a tuna, discussing how to eat it.

Li Jinshan boasted with a smile, “Son, this is your dad and my catch from yesterday, do you know how to prepare it?”

Lin Mo shook his head and said with a smile, “Forget it, I inherently clash with fish. You guys figure it out; I’m fine with eating sothing else.”

Zhao Huixian teased, “You have no idea, ever since they caught this fish, your two lively fathers have been showing it off around the neighborhood three tis, causing the security staff to keep calling ho, asking if there was any trouble.”

Xu Qin also urged, “Hurry up and put it away, it’s ti to eat. What’s the point of having a fish on the table?”

Lin Changshui and Li Jinshan reluctantly put away the tuna.

Soon, the dining table was filled with dishes.

The family ate and talked, and life seed quite enjoyable.

But behind the happy smiles, Lin Mo could feel that his parents and in-laws didn’t really adapt to living in Arica.

They could make the house completely Chinese style, and the kitchen was also nearly identical to the ones back ho.

If you only saw inside the mansion, you wouldn’t imagine that this was in the immigrant paradise of Arica; you’d think it belonged to a wealthy person in the holand.

But,

people have to go outside at so point.

Every ti they went outside, they had to face people of various skin colors and accents, as well as dangers that would almost be impossible back ho, which was truly exhausting.

Take Li Jinshan as an example, when he was in China, he would occasionally go for night runs.

But how could one do that in Arica?

Even in a busy place like Washington D.C., the streets at night were mostly filled with holess people, and gunshots could be heard from ti to ti.

Running at night in the manor was not feasible either since the other residents did not agree to it.

It wasn’t that others were stingy; Lin Mo himself couldn’t accept soone wandering around his doorstep every night.

Everyone is the type who waits for the traffic light to turn green even at dawn when there are no cars or people around, fearing car accidents, they greatly value their lives.

Xu Qin has also not gotten used to the fact that after washing clothes, she can’t hang them to dry and must use so kind of dryer.

During the al, Li Jinshan spoke up with so difficulty, “Son, can I talk to you about sothing?”

Lin Mo put down his chopsticks and nodded, “Hm, Dad, go ahead.”

The older folks exchanged glances, not quite knowing how to start.

Finally, it was Li Jinwen who said, “Husband, we’ve been out here for two and a half years now.”

“The parents an to say that they’d like to find so ti to go back for a visit, ideally just for a day or two over the New Year.”

There’s no place like ho.

The older people get, the stronger their hosickness.

For many, a final wish before death is to find peace in their holand, to be buried in their hotown.

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Ah…

To be honest, Lin Mo actually missed ho quite a bit.

It wasn’t that he thought ho was that great, but as a native of Grand Xia, he actually didn’t much like life in Arica.

To put it bluntly, it lacked warmth.

He always felt out of place.

Lin Mo calculated the ti of the Arican election, and if all went well, he could actually make it ho for a couple of days.

The premise was that everything went smoothly and that Chen Shanhe was taken care of.

As long as they put an end to Chen Shanhe, sneaking into Grand Xia to celebrate the New Year wasn’t a big problem.

Of course,

If he wanted to return ho in his own identity, then he’d need to prepare a bit more carefully.

Seeing Lin Mo stay silent, Lin Changshui quickly said, “Son, oh, it’s fine. We were just saying. It’s good here too, no need to go back.”

“Yes, son, don’t make it difficult on yourself, just talking, that’s all. If worst cos to worst, we can just go to Annan for the New Year, it’s almost like going back ho,” Li Jinshan also chid in persuasively.

The others also tried to steer the conversation away from this topic.

After all, they all knew Lin Mo was the one in their family facing the most pressure.

“Dad, Mom, wife.”

Lin Mo looked around at each mber of his family and said solemnly, “Don’t worry, I won’t lie to you, things have pretty much been laid out. This New Year, I will find a way to take you all back for a visit.”

Upon hearing this, the elders were sowhat moved.

Thinking deeply, so were even close to tears.

“Let’s eat, let’s talk about sothing happy!”

“Right, let’s eat.”

“Son, don’t put so much pressure on yourself, we were just talking.”

“Dad, try this, it’s really delicious!”

The atmosphere beca light again, with the family eating and chatting.

With nothing to do that afternoon, Lin Mo stayed at ho, helping his daughter with her lessons, telling stories to his son, and in the evening, cooked a al for the family.

There were servants at ho, but most of the ti the family preferred to cook for themselves.

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The next evening, as previously arranged, Lin Mo arrived at the entrance of the Washington D.C. TV station.

Today was the important day for the speeches of the six candidates of the Liberal Party, and the square in front of the station was filled with people there to cheer for their favored contenders.

For a mont, it felt a bit like Grand Xia fans voting for their idols.

But actually, it was much the sa, as Arican politicians were not much different from actors, spending their days mostly thinking about covering up their cris and pleasing their voters.

Despite the thousands of people thronging the plaza, most were in fact paid by the politicians themselves.

Only a small part of them were true fans.

Moreover, from the different clothing and attire of the fans, it could be seen that Johnson Foster’s supporters were not nurous.

The most distinctive feature of his supporters was wearing red hats.

Looking across the entire square, there were hardly any fan groups donning red hats.

As a specially invited guest, Lin Mo didn’t have to endure the cold outside but was led by the TV station staff into the studio.

The stage was large and exquisitely designed, giving off a real debate competition vibe.

There weren’t many seats in the audience section, and those who could sit here were definitely not ordinary people.

As for those fans, they didn’t even have the right or ans to get a ticket.

The reason was simple,

The fans of each politician were very fanatical, and if brought together in one studio, it was easy for things to get physical.

Especially the fans of Johnson Foster, though not many in number, each one was a tough character who would really dare to stir up trouble.

Johnson Foster just had that rough kind of image, attracting not the elites and upper class, but a group of rednecks with not much education and pent-up lives.

Guided by the staff, Lin Mo took his place in the VIP area.

His seat was well placed, allowing a clear view of the entire stage without any obstruction in the front.

Lin Mo straightened his clothes and looked calmly at the stage in front of him, waiting for the upcoming fiery debate to unfold!