Is Mrs. Bo being strict today?

On the other hand, Wenya contacted the raw material factory and had a secret conversation.

All this was secretly recorded by Bo Yu's secretary Zhou Liang.

Zhou Liang, who got the "good things" again, asked for a salary increase: "Come on, 5000 yuan a month, our rich president needs to reward me."

Bo Yu's gaze fell on Zhou Liang's hand leisurely: "What good thing is it worth being so proud of?"

Ask for a raise?

A salary increase is possible, but five thousand seems to be too much.

Bo Yu's eyes turned leisurely, and an idea quietly took shape.

"Hey, what do you mean?" Zhou Liang looked over vigilantly, "You don't want to."

"Why should I be willing?" Bo Yu asked Zhou Liang back, "However, this is negotiable."

"The negotiation is to lower the price. You think I'm a fool." Zhou Liang said with his chest in his arms, "Oh, I'm very upset. Why did you become my boss and be squeezed everywhere. It would be better if you didn't come to the company before."

"It's true, I've come to the company, some people are not free." Bo Yu pointed out something, and he stretched out his hand to Zhou Liang, "Bring it, what you call a good thing."

"Wage increase." Zhou Liang insisted on this point.

"One ten-thousandth of the annual profit of the company." But Bo Yu was unwilling, using other conditions.

Zhou Liang frowned and looked over. During this process, he turned his head around several times to understand the importance of it, and then he agreed: "Okay, it's such a happy decision, you can't go back on your word, no matter what time I can't go back on my word."

With the last sentence, Zhou Liang increased his volume.

He was too afraid that the president would go back on his word, and it's not like he hasn't done such a thing before.

Bo Yu smiled slightly, and calmly spread his hands: "What? Are you scared?"

"How can I not be afraid?" Zhou Liang asked back, crossing his legs, "What is the situation now, if I am not afraid, I will write my name upside down."

"Don't worry." Bo Yu took out the contract that had already been drawn up and handed it over, "It was prepared early in the morning."

People who have been with me for many years must be treated well.

Zhou Liang looked at the regulations on the contract, his eyes widened: "Oh my god, I really didn't expect that I would wait until this day."

It's a beautiful day.

"Take it." Bo Yu stretched out his hand to Zhou Liang, motioning for the document in his hand.

Zhou Liang handed it over readily: "Actually, it's nothing, it's just a matter of Wenya's contact with the material factory. The factory is the Luoming factory, which is the one we negotiated to produce clothes."

In this way, Bo Yu understood what was going on.

After he read the documents, he looked at Zhou Liang again: "It's not just the documents."

Wenya's every move was recorded in the document, but this was not strong evidence, and Wenya was speechless if he asked for it once.

Although, on her daughter's issue, he was indeed wrong and shouldn't have gone too far, but it was wrong for Wen Ya to do so.

On a business basis, it's wrong.

"Yeah." Zhou Liang handed over the recording pen, "I got this only after entering the monitoring room of Luo Ming's factory. It's so precious."

"En." Bo Yu responded.

He turned on the recording, listened to it, and put it down after confirming that there was nothing wrong with it.

"What to do next?" Zhou Liang asked.

He knew that the president, who had always been tough, would not let it go.

"Elegant information." Bo Yu stretched out his hand to Zhou Liang again.

Zhou Liang rolled his eyes speechlessly: "What time is it, you actually want elegant information? What are you doing, what's the use of this information?"

"It's very useful." He guessed that Wen Ya and Bo Xun had joined forces to target him, but he didn't have any evidence. If he tried it, the method was wrong, and there would be problems.

What he has to do now is hit with one blow.

"However, isn't this Wenya your aunt? How come you don't even have her information." Zhou Liang tapped his head, not wanting to do it.

You know, there are too many trivial things to do to organize a personal profile.

Especially what the president wants is not a general resume.

"I haven't." Bo Yu explained the reason, "I'm not close to Wenya, and I only got in touch with Wenya because of her daughter's accident."

Therefore, it is normal to be unclear.

Zhou Liang silently rolled his eyes, and resigned himself to doing it.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Zhou Liang handed in the materials that Bo Yu wanted.

After looking at it, Bo Yu asked Zhou Liang, "When and where will they meet again."

"Tomorrow at three o'clock in the afternoon, the office of the person in charge of Luo Ming's factory will pay the final payment and deliver the clothes."

"Okay." Bo Yu stood up, "Let's go and intercept."

"Yes!" Zhou Liang responded, turned around and left.

The next day, Wen Ya showed up at Luo Ming's factory in a low-key manner at [-]:[-]. She looked around vigilantly, and only went in after making sure there was no problem.

As soon as I entered, I was waiting in the office of the person in charge, Zhou Mingming.

Zhou Mingming was busy with his own affairs and didn't pay attention to Wenya.

In this way, at three o'clock, Wenya put the money on the table, and Zhou Mingming took out the things Wenya wanted from the drawer with an indifferent expression.

Wen Ya took the things and left immediately.

She can't stay here much longer.

If you stay, it means that someone will see it, which means misunderstanding.

Button button button, just when Wen Ya was about to leave, there was a knock on the door.

Wen Ya's heart skipped a beat, and she looked at Zhou Mingming vigilantly.

Zhou Mingming glanced back at Wenya and stood up: "Who is it?"

There was no answer from outside, only the door opened.

Bo Yu and Zhou Liang appeared at the door.

Bo Yu in front had a gloomy face, while Zhou Liang in the back showed his white teeth and smiled brightly.

Wen Ya's face was ugly: "You guys actually found this place."

In such a situation, she knew that Bo Yu must have mastered everything.

She is finished.

Bo Yu walked up to Wenya, glanced at the bag in her hand, picked it up, and handed the clothes inside to Zhou Liang: "Go, check."

"Yes." Zhou Liang went out immediately.

"Auntie, let's have a good chat in another place." Bo Yu was very polite.

Wen Ya looked sideways, her voice was indifferent: "We have nothing to talk about."

"Why not?" Bo Yu smiled lightly, "For example, Chu Yuan."

As soon as Chu Yuan was mentioned, Wenya hated it, but she didn't show it, she clenched her fists tightly: "I really have nothing to say to you, if you have nothing to do, I will leave first."

Staying here is like sitting on pins and needles.

Bo Yu didn't answer Wen Ya, but looked at Zhou Mingming: "Director Zhou, we'll talk about the matter between us later."

No one can escape.

Zhou Mingming's complexion was wrong, he was not sure what Bo Yu was going to do, and it was not easy to ruin the whole factory, as long as he agreed.

Bo Yu made a gesture of invitation to Wen Ya: "Let's go."

Wen Ya glanced at Bo Yu several times, gritted her teeth, and walked out.