Chapter 1883: Chapter 1483: A Pleasure to Finally Meet You!

Mo Ziyun thought of giving Mo Chengju a hard time, but ended up getting his own heart stabbed by Mo Chengju’s words. He watched as Mo Chengju entered the “Tranquil Heart House” and couldn’t help but spit on the ground, then left in a hurry, frowning.

Mo Chengju disgusted him, but also reminded him that he had to quickly shut up those gossipy servants and apprentices to prevent them from spreading rumors!

Otherwise, he would really lose face!

Mo Chengju entered the “Tranquil Heart House”, walked a few steps, and then took out the cigarette butt from his mouth, discreetly threw it onto the lawn, crushed it with his toe, and took a few deep breaths to reduce the smoke smell from his mouth.

Unlike Mo Ziyue and Mo Ziyun, Mo Chengju did not have much fear of the Old Mr. Mo, his own father—Mo Haichuan. He had even argued with the old man before. But over the past two years, seeing the old man grow older, Mo Chengju also stopped talking back or arguing, paying attention not just to his words and attitude but even some details.

Mo Chengju walked through the courtyard toward the main hall and saw his father with his back to the outside, vigorously practicing calligraphy at the Eight Immortals Table in the hall, writing, stopping, and looking around, seemingly copying calligraphy sheets.

Old Mr. Mo uniquely loved calligraphy, which Mo Chengju knew.

Presumably, this was practicing with reference to a master’s calligraphy sheets. Mo Chengju guessed.

As he approached, Mo Chengju cleared his throat, and in a few steps, entered the room, calling out, “Dad!”

The Old Mr. Mo, Mo Haichuan, pulled his gaze from the calligraphy work, glanced at Mo Chengju indifferently, and said, “Oh, it’s Manager Mo here.”

Mo Chengju gave an awkward laugh. He knew ever since he refused the old man’s legacy, the old man hadn’t liked him. Later, he even took away the old man’s most approved next-generation successor, Mo Ziyue, and the old man had become even more “bitterly hated” by him.

This father-son relationship had never significantly improved.

Of course, it was still much better compared to several years ago.

In fact, Mo Chengju could understand. It’s not that Old Mr. Mo was stubbornly opposed to children and grandchildren entering other industries. The critical point was that the two most gifted in two generations had deviated, which he found hard to accept.

“I found a few calligraphy sheets for you, some from modern masters, others from Ming and Qing dynasty calligraphers, take a look.” Mo Chengju, seeing the situation getting cold, quickly said.

He reached into the lining of his coat and pulled out something, placing it on the Eight Immortals Table, hoping these would cheer up the old man a bit.

In the end, Mo Haichuan merely gave a light hum through his nose, without much reaction.

Mo Chengju felt a bit stunned.

Soon after, he noticed the words on the table that the old man was copying.

“No dietary restrictions”?

The old man had written this dozens of times!

“Why are you writing this?” Mo Chengju’s heart tensed.

If there’s no dietary restriction, there’s no need to write it down, let alone so many times.

He hadn’t been back for a long time; could it be that the old man wasn’t physically well…

Mo Chengju gave Mo Haichuan a strange look.

Mo Haichuan finished writing the words in his hand and looked up, noticing his eldest son was staring at him.

The father and son locked eyes for two seconds.

“Dad, recently, have you been feeling okay, any signs of memory loss, occasional irritability, often suspicious…” Mo Chengju cautiously asked, observing the old man’s pupils, “Why don’t you recite a herbal soup song for me to hear.”

Mo Haichuan was taken aback but soon understood.

The old man glared, slammed the brush on the table with anger, and shouted, “Mo Chengju, what are you trying to do! Don’t think I can’t tell, you suspect I have dementia? Or as you Western doctors say, Alzheimer’s disease! You unfilial son, you just come back wanting to upset me!”

Mo Chengju, scolded, awkwardly laughed and retreated, pointing at the words on the table, “Then if you’re fine, why are you writing this?”

Mo Haichuan gritted his teeth in anger. He originally didn’t want to pay attention to Mo Chengju, but was afraid he wouldn’t understand and would ask Eldest, Second, or Mingzhi, leading to the whole family indirectly questioning, as if he really had dementia.

That would be infuriating!

“These are three words I got through deception.” The old man said angrily.

Eventually, Mo Chengju pieced together the whole story.

It turns out these three words came from a friend of Mo Ziyue.

Mo Chengju was quite shocked.

Even though he didn’t understand calligraphy, the fact that his father would go to such lengths to acquire these words, and continuously practice copying them, showed the other party had significant calligraphy prowess, enough for the old father to acknowledge.

“I heard from the servants that Ziyue mentioned the young man was also proficient in traditional Chinese medicine…” Suddenly, Mo Chengju became interested in Bai Xiaosheng, his eyes lighting up, “So young, yet accomplished in two different fields… quite something!”

To Mo Chengju, anyone with talent was worth paying attention to.

Regardless of the person’s background or identity, as long as their character wasn’t too indecent, they were worth befriending.

It was precisely due to this belief that Mo Chengju, now the general manager at a large pharmaceutical research institution, had recruited a large number of talents in management, research, and business. It could be said that with a strong team, the company had seen its performance multiply several times over in just a few years!

Although right now, the skills and abilities Bai Xiaosheng demonstrated were only in the field of calligraphy, with a possible addition in traditional Chinese medicine, which had nothing to do with the pharmaceutical enterprise he managed, Mo Chengju still wanted to see whether such a young man with prominent abilities at such a young age had excellent qualities and character.

If he had them, then he could be recruited to his own domain for development!

Mo Chengju had indeed discovered quite a few cross-disciplinary talents.

Thinking of this made Mo Chengju’s heart heat up.

“What? You’re also interested in him! Each one of you!” Mo Haichuan, seeing Mo Chengju’s reaction, frowned and said, “Especially you, wanting to poach our talents from the traditional Chinese medicine industry? I say, Mo Chengju, you’re just lacking in ethics!”

Who knows a son better than his father.

Old Mr. Mo looked at Mo Chengju with eyes as if he’d discovered a treasure, guessing what was on his mind!

“Listen to your words. How can what I did be called unscrupulous? I wouldn’t force a cow to drink if it doesn’t want to eat the grass,” Mo Chengju replied with a grin, then his expression changed, “From what you said, besides you and me, does it seem someone else is interested in that person?”

Ziyue is a friend of that person, so he’s definitely not in the mix.

Mo Chengju pondered for a moment, then suddenly had an epiphany, pointing with his finger, “You’re talking about Mo ZiYun, right!”

Mo ZiYun was publicly mocked. With his temperament, would he just submit and let it go?

Mo Haichuan didn’t deny it.

Mo Chengju frowned, “That kid Mo ZiYun being interested in an outsider, he’s probably up to no good, isn’t he?”

“And aren’t you the same!” Mo Haichuan retorted sarcastically.

This indirectly confirmed Mo Chengju’s judgment.

“Just now, Mo ZiYun came over, did he make that person sick of you? He tried to defame an outsider, that’s not going to work. Maybe he informed you first to stir some trouble,” Mo Chengju looked at Mo Haichuan, then glanced at the calligraphy on the Eight Immortals Table, suspecting, “However, I saw that you like that young man’s calligraphy, will you sit by and watch him lose face as a guest in our house? You didn’t stop Mo ZiYun… I saw Mo ZiYun leave your courtyard in high spirits, so…”

Mo Chengju’s speculation attempt was to infer Mo Haichuan’s intentions.

“Are you not a general manager anymore and switched to being a detective?” Mo Haichuan glared, stopping Mo Chengju from continuing, and said coldly, “Why are you running to my place now? Ah, to make deductions about me? I don’t want to hear it, get lost, don’t disturb me while I practice my calligraphy!”

For someone as composed as Mo Haichuan, to have exploded with crude language and directly sent someone off was telling.

Mo Chengju grinned and obediently bid farewell to his father.

Mo Haichuan glanced at his son’s departing back, exhaling a heavy sigh, mumbling, “With such a mind, and such wit, how did he go astray! Alas, it’s my fault too! If back then I was a bit more determined and didn’t let him go off to college, made him come back to inherit the family business, it wouldn’t have been like this!”

The old man was so frustrated he didn’t even feel like practicing calligraphy anymore.

Meanwhile, Mo Chengju left the “Tranquil Heart House”, stood at the courtyard gate pondering, and then directly headed to the courtyard where Mo Ziyue lived.

Mo Chengju wanted to see his nephew, and incidentally, meet his friend!

On the other side, after sending off the servant sent by Old Mr. Mo, Bai Xiaosheng shut his door and in his room, held a video conference with Xiahou Qi and others to lay out the focus of their work in the near term. This gave him some peace of mind.

This briefing lasted thirty to forty minutes.

Just as Bai Xiaosheng finished the video conference, there was a knock on the door.

Bai Xiaosheng closed his laptop and got up to open the door.

Outside the door was Mo Ziyue, and behind him stood a handsome gentleman with an impressive appearance and attire.

“Sheng, hope we’re not disturbing you,” Mo Ziyue smiled.

“Not at all,” Bai Xiaosheng replied with a smile.

Mo Ziyue stepped aside and pointed to the person behind him, “This is my uncle, Mo Chengju!”

The man whom Mo Ziyue mentioned as the first to dare “challenge” his grandfather’s authority and who taught him by word and deed.

Bai Xiaosheng met Mo Chengju’s eyes, and Mo Chengju was also sizing him up.

Although it was their first meeting and the scrutiny brief, they both immediately noticed and felt things others would find hard to detect!

This young man exudes a steady aura like a mountain, with eyes deep as an abyss, carrying an intimidating presence. Is this just my imagination?

Mo Chengju calmly looked into Bai Xiaosheng’s eyes, but inwardly, he was slightly surprised.

Such a feeling was something even his boss hadn’t given him in recent years.

Bai Xiaosheng also looked at Mo Chengju, surprised in his heart.

This Mo Chengju is perceptive and sharp-eyed, exuding workplace savvy and ambition, not an ordinary person!

Hold on.

Did Mo Ziyue mention his uncle is the general manager of a pharmaceutical research company?

In Bai Xiaosheng’s mind, a light bulb went off.

Currently, over in Europe, Lai Yin’s team is busy with research, having already made remarkable progress. Given time, the drugs could be on the market…

By then, there would be a need to establish a pharmaceutical research company. Money isn’t an issue, nor are resources.

Only, they lack a management talent…

This Mo Chengju seems perfect for it!

Bai Xiaosheng gazed at Mo Chengju, and suddenly his heart burned with enthusiasm, his smile becoming even warmer.

Bai Xiaosheng even proactively extended his hand for a handshake with Mo Chengju, saying, “Mr. Chengju, it’s a pleasure to meet you!”

Mo Chengju felt a bit dazed by Bai Xiaosheng’s sudden enthusiasm but then smiled as well, “Mr. Bai, it’s a pleasure to meet you!”

This “pleasure to meet” often carried a hint of falseness, formality, and slickness.

Mo Ziyue looked at the two with astonishment.

He thought he understood both his uncle Mo Chengju and Bai Xiaosheng well in terms of personality and character.

Since when did these two become so “smooth and sophisticated”?