He was used to this kind of thing, so when he went downstairs to eat in the morning, no one could tell that he stayed up all night...
In fact, no one cares about him.
Mo Peng, who had met last night, Mo Haihang, Mo Ya, who had just returned in the middle of the night, and Ms. Luo Shuqing, who had already been surprised once, were all gathered around the kitchen, staring at Ruiwen showing off her cooking skills for the second time.
With the whole family watching, Rui Wen's expression remained reserved, and she couldn't tell whether she was nervous or not.
She is probably not nervous. She uses multiple stoves, ovens, microwaves and other appliances at the same time, plus handles various raw materials... It is obvious that there are multiple lines running in parallel, but there is no chaos from beginning to end. The rhythm is stable and not obvious.
of waiting and delay.
"My brain is so clear." Mo Haihang, who was once the head of the kitchen, sighed, and turned to his wife, "When I was designing it, I said that the movement of the kitchen was not very reasonable. It depends on how much the children have to run around..."
Luo Shuqing glared at him, but the next move was to grab Mo Peng's collar: "What are you shooting for, will it cause trouble?"
"It's a public figure's talent show, or a cooking skill, all in color, flavor, and taste... This is a sure-fire thing, right?" Mo Peng replied confidently, "I am retaining valuable information, and the majority of netizens will thank me one day!"
As he spoke, Mo Peng broke free from his mother's clutches, looked for angles in the kitchen, and took close-ups. He did not forget to sarcastically mock Mo Ya: "Learn a little bit. If you have this ability, your last few variety shows will also take off."
"oh."
Moya had a clear awareness of this and was willing to be a free fish without even bothering to jump around. Because of this, her eyes wandered and she was the first to spot Ronan coming downstairs.
Ronan didn't join in the fun, and sat on the sofa. His eyes seemed to be pointing to the kitchen, but his eyes were distracted, as if he was wandering away.
"Expert Luo, is he always good?"
Moya came over on her own initiative. She knew that Ronan had gone home last night, but she arrived home too late and didn't say hello. She made up for it now.
Ronan was indeed distracted, his reaction was half a beat slower, and when he looked up at Moya, his field of vision was still covered with a thick layer of fog, and there were scattered colorful spots seeping into it, as if light passed through frosted glass.
Then, everything quickly shrinks, like an electronic map that enlarges the visual range. As the accuracy requirement decreases, the thick mosaic quickly disappears, and the meaningful picture is restored.
It's just that the scope of the change is too large. When it returns to the recognizable level, not to mention the internal environment of the home, even the outline of Xia City has almost been erased on the "map".
In the end, it was the blue planet rotating in the dark void. On one side was the brilliant light, and the moon rotated silently between light and darkness.
Light and shadow are cut in an orderly manner in this area, deepening the texture of the entire picture.
This is the Earth-Moon system covered by sunlight. The edge of the displayed area has actually been wedged between the orbits of the Earth and Mars, and continues to spread outward.
In fact, this is the area covered by magneto-optical mica, which is the Earth-Moon system in Ronan's perception, and it is also the Earth-Moon system he "described".
However, in the middle of this virtual picture that already looks more like that, there will be some "surges" appearing from time to time, causing the void to twist and squirm slightly, destroying the smooth dynamic picture.
Ronan didn't have time to care about this. His attention jumped out of the simulator, turned to Moya, and made a casual joke: "I've been very ambitious recently. Is it because I'm worried that my boss won't make money?"
"No, on the contrary, I'm already considering lying down. After all, it's very hard to catch a pie falling from the sky."
Moya sat on the armrest of the sofa and stared at Ronan.
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The two brothers were talking about the recent equity transfer of Mingtang Culture.
The investor behind this entertainment company, the Gubao Consortium controlled by the Blood Flame Order, has decided to transfer part of its equity in Mingtang Culture to Moya - taking into account legal and tax issues, it has only signed the agreement for now.
A holding agreement, a simultaneous transfer, and a veto right that has been agreed upon at the beginning of the investment.
Such a willful decision made Moya, the lead singer of a third-rate band, one of the most influential figures in Mingtang culture.
The news about this matter has been released, causing quite a stir in the circle. Fortunately, there are not many rumors involving personal life scandals, especially after Ronan's high-profile news reports in Harbin——
Things like "when one person attains enlightenment, chickens and dogs ascend to heaven" are inevitable at all times and in all countries, so there is nothing strange about them.
Moya himself, on the other hand, has been a little angry recently because of this incident: "Congratulations, you have accomplished what my mother has been waiting for for ten years."
Moya originally did not accept the share gift, and was not happy to hold it on behalf of the shareholders. However, Mo Haihang and Luo Shuqing also insisted on the follow-up plan. After several rounds of tossing, Moya finally took on everything...
For specific matters, Yin Le is in charge of Gubao Finance. Ronan is not too clear about it, so he can only laugh twice: "This does not affect your ability to make money from performances. Can Mingtang Culture still hold shareholders' meetings every day?"
"What should I do if I feel boring?" Moya did not avoid the question in her heart that the meaning of her acting career has been eliminated.
Ronan was surprised: "Your dream is not that cheap, right?"
In various entertainment companies, there are too many things to do between celebrities and small bosses. It can only be said that it is to promote the career. What the hell is that boring?
Mo Ya has been determined to pursue a career in music since she was in college. How could she have been stubborn and rebellious for so many years just because of a small share of stock...
"You are too serious." Moya's reason was also very refreshing. "You are so serious that it is incompatible with the dream I understand... I mean Ruiwen.
"Every episode of her live show is watched at home. Forgive me for oversimplifying Raven's debut at first. Your style and dreams have nothing to do with the entertainment industry. Rather, they are related to the fate of the earth and the
World Peace."
The serious topic was completely dissipated in Moya's seemingly sarcastic smile.
She really didn't want to talk in depth, and just said: "The current world does not seem to allow people like me to continue to be willful... I will adjust it well, and it will be no problem to help you look at your home. I hope there will be time
It won’t be too long.”
Ronan opened his mouth, but suddenly he didn't know what to say.
Moya's choice is already the optimal solution under the current situation, and it will make Ronan worry-free. But how can dealing with this kind of thing be the same as solving the problem?
Also, is it his illusion?
It feels like the basis for Moya's judgment, that is, her understanding of the recent situation, is more pessimistic than those around her.
This "surrounding" does not include Ronan.
Moya did not continue to communicate with Ronan. The previous words were probably the core part of what had been accumulated during this period, and then everything returned to normal as a family.
Thanks to Torreven, the whole family enjoyed a simple but exquisite breakfast today.
Then, on days like Monday, even if it is summer vacation, Mo Haihang and Luo Shuqing still have to go to work; Mo Ya still has to accompany his teammates to make announcements before completely shifting their focus; as for Mo Peng...
Why did he take the opportunity to have fun like that yesterday? Because he still has cram school to attend!
It’s the eleventh grade at the beginning of school. Even a top student like Mo Peng is under great pressure to study.
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Significantly improved. We are no longer in the era of globalization. Life, higher education and high-quality job opportunities in highly closed metropolitan areas must be rare resources and competition is fierce.
Once competition fails, social authority will inevitably decline, and the quality of life will continue to decline.
Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many people willing to take risks every year, either spontaneously or through an intermediary, to go to the wilderness or other undeveloped areas to make a living.
Under the pudgy and casual appearance, Mo Peng is really "sober in the world", but no matter how sober and rational he is, when he sees his peers Ronan and the younger Ruiwen waving goodbye to him at the door, his mentality will be a little bit...
Small collapse.
Mo Peng covered his chest and left sadly and angrily.
Ronan and Ruiwen were the only two people left at home. Ruiwen looked at her, which probably meant:
"What's next?"
"Clean up first."
Ronan was like a feudal patriarch, giving orders to Rui Wen, but he had no intention of taking the lead and sat back on the sofa.
It is also true that this single-family building with two floors and less than 300 square meters is not worthy of his "hands-on".
Ronan was sitting on the sofa in the living room, and the dust and stains accumulated in every corner of the building could not escape his perception. He could even wash the entire house thoroughly through the condensation ring.
Ruiwen is only responsible for organizing and placing large items.
The entire cleaning lasted less than half an hour. The assisting smart housekeeper Lao Mo and the sweeping robots under his hands didn't even have time to turn on their machines. They just turned on the fresh air system for a few moments.
After the general cleaning, the doors and windows are opened, and the slightly humid warm air circulates in the house.
Ronan didn't move from his position on the sofa. He kept his eyes open and watched the sunshine, warm breeze and the slight dust that seeped back in, intersecting and swirling in the living room space.
The sense of transparency at the level of human perception failed to make him transparent. The almost realistic pictures in the simulator filled his perception dimension again.
He seemed to have arrived in extraterrestrial space, overlooking the planet from which he came.
Is it true?
Ronan shook his head, no longer needing to zoom in to see the thick mosaic. As his thoughts flowed, the editing window hidden in the corner appeared and enlarged.
The so-called "ritual ancient character sequence analysis module" uses a standardized method to show Ronan various troublesome problems in this seemingly real void environment.
In the editing window, a large number of characters and character components are constantly refreshed.
In the core area, the ancient ritual characters organized by Ronan are basically finalized and changing at a high speed. However, within it, there are at least seven or eight extremely stimulating colors accumulated, which are so colorful that it makes people dizzy.
Every irritating color here is dyed with at least hundreds of glyph components, and the number will explode ten times when it changes. These are problems that the system cannot recognize, or it is recommended to modify them even if it recognizes them.
The so-called parsing module is by no means a one-step translation machine. It is just a virtual machine left to the Liji Ancient Character System based on the underlying logic of the simulator, and a corresponding text editor.
Maybe the designer hopes to achieve interoperability between two different encoding methods in this way?
For Ronan, the biggest role of the current analysis module is to play the role of a teacher. He is more rigorous than visualizing time and space, makes more accurate judgments, and exposes problems more intuitively.
Ronan should be lucky that his first editing attempt, which he stayed up late to complete, actually got the "new program" running.
Although the details are horrific and almost nonexistent; although I don’t know when this “new program” will collapse.