Rebirth 2010: I taught Mr. Lei how to make a mobile phone

Chapter 960 When a horse is about to leave, its words are good.
"I never imagined in my life that you would call me, especially at this time."

"I've been dealing with you for so many years, but it seems like we've never talked privately. Do you have time to meet?"

"I'm not going to Hangzhou. Who knows if you're setting a trap, trying to capture the leader first?"

"I'm right outside the Bi'an Science and Technology Park right now. Interested in a night ride?"

"If that's what you mean—let's go!"

After hanging up the phone, Chen Mo called out, "Ningning, where did you put the cycling gear I bought before?"

"The third cabinet in the walk-in closet... Never mind, you definitely won't find it, I'll go get it."

Leng Ning's beautiful eyes flickered, and she asked in surprise, "Why did you suddenly decide to ride a bike? That set of gear has been gathering dust for half a year. Since I bought it, I've ridden mine more often than that."

"Ahem~~~ Today, a friend has come from afar."

"Who?"

"Old horse!"

“At this time? He…” Leng Ning paused, “Then you should have Uncle Mo follow him.”

"Okay, got it. *kiss* ~mua* I'm off!"

"Hey? Isn't this Teacher Ma? What are you doing here?"

"Going to see a friend."

"You also enjoy night riding?"

"It's alright, riding a bike at night is quite comfortable."

"Can I take a picture?"

Okay, be careful!

Not long after, photos of Lao Ma riding at night appeared online, quickly sparking heated discussions.

Sharp-eyed netizens scanned the price of his entire outfit like radar:
"Looking at him now, Mr. Ma is so simple. His whole outfit only costs a little over 20,000 yuan. A single piece of clothing from a celebrity could buy this whole outfit."

"A friend of mine rides a Trek, and this old man obviously doesn't have much money."

"I think I can afford a wristband that costs 29 yuan. Rounding up, my net worth is about the same as Mr. Ma's."

"Wait a minute, the blogger's IP address is in Beijing, which means Old Ma is riding alone in Beijing late at night? Isn't he afraid something might happen to him?"

"You're overthinking it. Look at the bright lights in the background of the photo. With a net worth of hundreds of billions, how dare he wander around alone? Especially considering the filthy things he did recently, does he think he's some kind of big shot?"

"Which road is this? It looks kind of familiar."

The blogger replied: "West Shore Road."

This reply, however, was like stirring up a hornet's nest.
"Holy crap, did Lao Ma (Jack Ma) go to meet Chen Mo in person?"

"Why drive directly to the Other Shore Science and Technology Park instead of just riding around aimlessly? Does Old Ma not have enough money for a taxi?"

"Damn, my home is nearby. I'll go scout it out for the brothers."

"Go quickly, go quickly~~~"

Two hundred meters from the entrance of the Bi'an Science and Technology Park, along the roadside.

Old Ma, dressed in simple casual clothes, stood under the streetlights pushing a mountain bike, his face showing a rare serenity, though his eyes betrayed his weariness.

When Chen Mo, fully armed, arrived, he stared at him for a few seconds, and finally couldn't help himself:
"Teacher Ma, you look haggard."

While waiting, Lao Ma had imagined countless ways the scene would begin—a summit meeting, a martial arts contest, a tense standoff—but he never expected the kid to offer a greeting that sounded like a romantic dialogue.

He shook his head and smiled bitterly: "You'll be worn out after going through what I've gone through. Go on, it's your territory, you lead the way."

The two then drove side by side, entering the park and strolling slowly along the greenway.

The night breeze was refreshing and pleasant. The former adversaries who had fought to the death now looked like old friends.

The only sound was the soft rustling of wheels rolling over the road. Chen Mo never made the first move, but since Old Ma had come all this way to invite him, he must have something to ask for.

"You've planned this park really well," Old Ma broke the silence first, gazing at the running track beneath his feet, the landscaped gardens on either side, and the technologically advanced buildings in the distance.

“It’s vibrant and energetic. Unlike where we are, it was built a long time ago, the foundation wasn’t solid, and there are too many rules. Sometimes, even though the facilities are all new, they feel so new that even I feel unfamiliar with them.” His tone was tinged with jealousy, and also with a hint of melancholy that only he understood.

Chen Mo didn't reply, but just listened quietly.

"I will announce my retirement in a couple of days."

"Screech—" Chen Mo abruptly slammed on the brakes, his sarcastic remarks automatically activating: "Really? What are you going to do after retirement, go out and deliver good deeds to society?"

Normally, Old Ma would have turned pale, but now that his horse had stumbled, he found the words less harsh and even somewhat endearing.

Old Ma smiled with some relief, "I came all this way just to deceive you? Before, it was like going into a sea of ​​fire and a mountain of knives, but now it's like taking a step back and seeing a vast sky. With the upcoming restructuring of Alipay's equity, it's time for me to step down to the second line."

"Now that's what you wanted, you can really become a teacher now?" Chen Mo pushed off with his foot and continued walking.

Talking to this kid would shorten your lifespan. Even with Old Ma's years of cultivating his ability to control his anger, he was still a little sore-stomach-ache from anger.

Shouldn't this be a scene of mutual sorrow and regret for not meeting sooner, ending in a mutual appreciation?
He frowned and spurred his horse to follow—this guy never followed his script.

"The person I am now is the person you will be in the future. You should know that I was once a guest of honor for leaders."

Chen Mo had an expression that said, "I'm not pretending anymore, I'm coming clean."

"Who am I? A socialist successor who has infiltrated the capitalist system."

And who are you? The propaganda committee member waving flags and shouting slogans in front of the compradors.

What are the underlying characteristics of the other side of the strait? What are the underlying characteristics of Alibaba? Can they be the same?

Old Ma recalled this guy's consistently unconventional style, and it seemed that there was nothing wrong with saying that.

He sighed, "When you're in the game, sometimes you don't have a choice."

"But you still did some things, didn't you?"

"You don't know the consequences of not doing it, you don't know how terrible they are." Old Ma smiled helplessly, his gaze fixed on the deep night sky.

"Brother, you're riding your bike. Don't just look at the sky. Look down at the road. It's not just that you might fall, but you could also trample over all the flowers and plants on the roadside. That would be terrible."

"Are you genuinely ignorant or just pretending? You've ruined everything; aren't you afraid of their retaliation?"

"To be honest, I'm not afraid at all."

Anyone who blocks my way, I'll fight them one by one, and if a whole group comes, I'll beat them all up.

You, Lao Ma, are not the first, nor will you be the last.

If anyone should be afraid, it should be the demons and monsters in the gutter who are afraid of me.

Next, it's time for me to give them a warning.

Old Ma was shocked by his arrogance.

Alibaba has just fallen, and instead of trying to maintain the status quo, this guy is planning to strike first.

"Do you know who you're facing?"

"Did I not list them all on my Weibo?"

That's only the first level.

"If that's what you mean, then let me guess, and you can confirm it for me."

Seeing Chen Mo's interested look, Old Ma's expression froze for a moment, then he waved his hand, "Garlic bird, garlic bird, I've already withdrawn, I'm debt-free now."

But thinking about it carefully, this time it's quite in line with this guy's style.

Chen Mo turned and glanced at him, asking suspiciously, "You didn't come here just to warn me to be careful, did you? Are you that kind of person?"

"You can interpret this as, 'When a person is about to retire, their words are kind.' Of course, there's another matter I'd like to discuss with President Mo."

Chen Mo revealed an expression that said, "Just as I expected, I was waiting for this."

"You tell me, let me listen."

(End of this chapter)