Awakening the Daily Intelligence System

Chapter 221: 126, The Taste of the New Year, Lin Mo’s Important Plans for the Future!_6

And even for small cities today, land regulations are very strict, and it’s difficult to secure rights to large pieces of land.

Take the land Lin Mo purchased, it took some money to smooth over relations before he acquired it.

In a society driven by relationships, there’s no helping it.

After the family got out of the car, Lin Mo, holding Lin Xiaoxiao, and Li Jinwen standing by his side, admired the site of their future home together.

Although nothing much could be seen at the moment, the mere thought of future life there was delightful.

Lin Mo pointed to an area on the left of the foundation and said, “Wife, remember we agreed, we’re going to dig a swimming pool here, you can’t go back on your word.”

Li Jinwen nodded with a smile, “Sure, sure, you’re the pillar of our home, whatever you say goes, I’m all ears.”

“It’s not just the pool, movie theater, study room, sauna, gym, I’ll arrange it all for you.”

“Think fast, is there anything else you want?”

Li Jinwen was never stingy to begin with, and who doesn’t know how to spend money when they have it? Now that the funds were more than sufficient, it was only natural to construct the house expensively.

Not to mention anything else,

at the very least all kinds of facilities would be fully equipped to satisfy the living needs of the entire family.

“I just want a gaming room!” Lin Mo voiced his own wish, turning to Lin Xiaoxiao in his arms to ask, “Darling, what do you want?”

Without hesitation, Lin Xiaoxiao replied, “Mom, I want a super big playground, with sand, slides, and lots of cute little princesses, so I can invite my classmates to come play at home.”

“Husband, according to our daughter’s design, this space won’t be enough.” Li Jinwen teased with a smile, “Looks like you’ll have to earn more money.”

Lin Mo laughed as well, “Anything for my daughter’s request I must take care of, but let’s not build a playground at home, how about I build you one as big as Happy Valley where you can play any time you like?”

Excited, Lin Xiaoxiao gave Lin Mo a kiss on the cheek and shouted happily, “Yay, you’re the best, Dad!”

Li Jinwen spoke with a smile, “Don’t listen to your dad’s nonsense, building a playground costs a lot of money, and our family doesn’t have that much.”

“We do have money!” Lin Xiaoxiao retorted, “Dad is the richest man in the village!”

Huh?

Lin Mo was taken aback and quickly asked, “Who told you that?”

“The relatives said so, they also said Dad has so much money he couldn’t spend it all, that the price of a car alone would be enough for them for a lifetime.” Lin Xiaoxiao thought for a moment before adding, “They also said, I’m lucky, born into a good family.”

Well…

Lin Mo frowned and instructed, “Wife, when there’s a crowd at home in the future, try not to let them tease our daughter too much. Over time she could be influenced, those people speak without a filter.”

He really hadn’t considered this issue before.

The educational level in the village wasn’t high, and people often spoke too bluntly, which could easily have a harmful influence on the child.

Li Jinwen also nodded, “Hmm, you’re right, we can’t let Xiaoxiao be exposed to too much of this kind of talk. We’ll have to be more careful in the future. It would be best to send her to school after the New Year. That’s the safest bet.”

School!

He had to get started on his private school plans right away.

Thinking this, Lin Mo nodded and muttered, “Okay, after the New Year, let her study at the private primary school in the county for a while, then we’ll see what to do next. If our school can be built before September next year, just in time for the new school year.”

“Sure, I’ll follow your lead!” Li Jinwen nodded.

The family continued to walk around the foundation of the new house, dreaming of their future happy life.

The warm sun shone on them, and the air seemed to be filled with the fragrance of happiness.

Next, Lin Mo and his family went straight to the city.

It must be said,

even the downtown area of a small third-tier city like theirs had developed quite impressively.

Skyscrapers stood high, roads were broad.

Plus, it might be because of the approaching New Year, the streets were busy with more cars and people, bustling with activity.

It certainly couldn’t compare with the liveliness of Rakshasa City’s bustling areas, but it looked more imposing than the North City District, where Lin Mo previously lived.

Of course, comparing the downtown area with the suburbs is somewhat unfair, but at least it had changed beyond recognition from the old home Lin Mo remembered.

The key point was,

the air quality back home was great, and life moved at a leisurely pace – apparent from the walking speed and expressions of the people on the street.

In the streets of Rakshasa City, the crowd mostly walked swiftly with their heads down, earphones in, especially noticeable in the subway stations.

It was quiet and oppressive as if the whole city urged you to hurry up and earn more.

In small cities, by contrast, life was noticeably more relaxed, the pace decidedly slower.

Finally, the family of three arrived at Wanda Plaza and parked their car in the underground parking lot. Following the flow of people, they entered the mall to start their shopping spree.

Red lanterns and Huaxia knots hung everywhere, and speakers played Andy’s “Gong Xi Fa Cai.”

The festive atmosphere was somewhat less intense than in his younger years, but still much livelier than usual.

The family of three was both tired and happy from their outing, filling two large shopping carts.

After purchasing New Year goods, they also visited the nearby wholesale market to buy some food ingredients needed at home.

The nearly 3 million yuan Range Rover Autobiography was directly loaded with all sorts of New Year supplies.

By the time they got back to the town, the washing machine, refrigerator, television, and other major appliances Li Jinwen ordered from Jingdong had also arrived.

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