A life of financial freedom

Fangzheng Investment Co., Ltd. has been in business for half a year and has achieved some success, not only in performance, but also in many aspects.

On the first day of work, they were ready to recruit employees again to enrich the company's talent pool.

Chu Fang looked at the documents in his hand, nodded slightly, and said to Kang Bo: "Not bad."

Chu Fang almost ignored the company and disappeared for ten days or half a month. The company's affairs were all managed by Kang Bo. Today's achievements are inseparable from his contribution.

Kangbo said, "Thank you for your training, Mr. Chu."

"..." Chu Fang rolled his eyes, "Hypocrisy!"

He paused, looked at the pile of documents on the table, a look of pain appeared on his face, and said in a sad tone, "Can these documents not be signed?"

"Sorry, Mr. Chu, no." Kangbo smiled, "These are the most important documents of the company, including the budget for the new year, the safety review report, and customer information. These documents are related to the company's development and prospects today. These require your signature before they can be arranged."

Kangbo tried his best to persuade Chu Fang to finish reading the documents in a short time and leave his own ideas and decisions.

Work is always boring.

Even the so-called "boss" affairs are still so boring, even beyond the cognition of employees and subordinates.

Chu Fang spent the whole morning in the "sea of ​​literature", and by noon he was almost dizzy.

God knows how much damage those jobs have done to him.

Why use a knife to kill people? Work is enough!

Chu Fang was resting, lying on the sofa, the sunlight outside penetrated the window and sprinkled on his body, warm.

At this moment, he squinted his eyes slightly, in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness.

Suddenly, he felt someone gently rubbing his temple, and he opened his eyes and looked back.

He saw his personal assistant Bai Ying standing beside him, wearing a suit on the upper body, a black hip skirt on the lower body, and a pair of high heels on her feet. The whole person exuded the temperament of an office lady, and with the face of the Internet celebrity, she looked particularly charming.

Chu Fang frowned slightly: "What are you doing?"

Bai Ying smiled: "I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Chu. I was delivering documents to you. Seeing that you were resting, I wanted to press your temples to relax your body."

"Oh, thank you, I don't need it." Hearing this, Chu Fang nodded, "You go and rest. I still have to work in the afternoon."

Bai Ying bowed: "Okay, Mr. Chu, call me if you need anything."

She immediately left in high heels and gently closed the door.

Being disturbed by Bai Ying, Chu Fang couldn't sleep. He fiddled with his phone and scrolled through his friends circle. He found that most of his friends were like him, suffering from "post-holiday syndrome", dizziness, nausea, anxiety, neurasthenia... ...

Seeing these situations, Chu Fang's "disease" recovered all of a sudden, and he smiled.

Compared to his friends working, although he was a little miserable, he was the boss after all, and he had the final say in the company.

I have to admit that a person's happiness is built on the pain of others.

Chu Fang casually posted a circle of friends, saying how tired and how hard it was, and a group of people were shocked by the comments.

How can you, a capitalist, say you are tired?

Friends used all their words to complain about Chu Fang.

Friends' defense was broken, it doesn't matter.

I am happy.

He turned over and sent a message to Zhong Tingyue.

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[Wangshu: Climb! ]

[Love Solo Player: I am not supervising, did you eat secretly? ]

[Wangshu: You don't trust me? ]

[Love Solo Player: God bless you, I believe you 100%. ]

[Wangshu: Cut! ]

In the Moon Room Studio, Zhong Tingyue looked at the food in front of him, carrots, broccoli, chicken breast, no matter how they were made, they were all delicious dishes, chicken breast stir-fried with broccoli, carrots mixed with red oil and chili, it was simply delicious.

But why can the chef cook so much!

And the price is still so expensive.

A plate of so-called "light food" cost her more than 100 yuan.

The cost of ingredients is less than 5 yuan, how can it be sold at such a high price?

It's a rip-off!

"Sister Zhong, you are a vegetarian. Are you feeling unwell?" Jiang Wenzhen asked.

"No, I ate too much meat and fish during the Spring Festival. I want to eat something light." Zhong Tingyue responded with a smile.

"Oh oh."

... ...

After a short rest, Chu Fang returned to work, preparing to finish the company's affairs early and go back to the studio to slack off early.

He worked until the end of the get off work.

Bai Ying knocked on the door gently, walked in, and said, "Mr. Chu is off work, I'm leaving first?"

"Okay."

Chu Fang nodded and glanced at the assistant, who was dressed up as if she had a date. Bai Ying noticed his gaze and explained with a smile: "FriendsI have an appointment."

Chu Fang waved his hand, and Bai Ying left. After working for a while, he couldn't hold on any longer, stretched his body, and left the company immediately.

He drove the car, closed the window, and turned up the car stereo to the maximum. The DJ dispelled the irritability of the day.

On the first day of work, as expected, he was stuck in traffic.

Looking ahead, Chu Fang raised his eyebrows, and a familiar figure appeared in his eyes, his personal assistant Bai Ying.

Bai Ying was seen pulling with a young man, as if talking about something, with a sad look on her face, and the man's expression was full of irritability. In the end, he got rid of Bai Ying, got into a BMW, and left immediately.

Bai Ying let the other party leave, and the sad look calmed down all of a sudden. She watched the car disappear from her sight, and her face was calm.

"Do you need help?"

"Handsome guy, your way of chatting up..." Bai Ying replied subconsciously, turned around and saw Chu Fang looking at her, and then changed her mind: "Of course. "

Chu Fang asked Bai Ying about her home address, which happened to be not far from where he was going, so he took her along.

"Mr. Chu, did you see it just now?"

"Yes."

Bai Ying pursed her lips: "That's my so-called boyfriend. We were together because I wanted his money and he wanted me. We broke up today."

Chu Fang was unmoved: "This is your personal privacy, there's no need to tell me."

"Am I a cheap person for using my body to achieve what I want?" Bai Ying's delicate brows were furrowed, with sadness, "But I really want to settle down in the Magic City and become a part of this city. My knowledge can't help me achieve my goal, so I think about crooked things."

"You think too much." Chu Fang said, "Nowadays, it is difficult for students from 985 and 211 universities to settle down in the Magic City, so don't think you are bad."