Metropolis: How do you let me lose in stock trading with plug-ins?

But what she saw now was completely different from what she had imagined.

For example, when she passed the game area, although the sound had been sound-proofed, she could still vaguely hear the excited voice inside, and through the transparent glass door, she could see the people inside were playing games.

When she was in the rest area, she saw a few employees drinking afternoon tea in a leisurely manner.

Especially one of them, Yu Jie, who is very beautiful and has a leadership role.

At this time, she was using a laptop to work, and there were pastries and drinks beside her. From time to time, she gently twisted the pastries and tasted them carefully, while beside her was the magnificent river view.

To be honest, she is a little envious of this kind of work status. Working in this kind of place, she feels that her mood is different.

The sister Yu over there seemed to have sensed her gaze, and looked towards her, and when the two of them made eye contact, she nodded politely towards her.

Song Mixue nodded subconsciously, and was led through the rest area.

Lu Liman looked at the woman in the tight sportswear, who gradually disappeared from sight, with a hint of thought in her eyes.

After thinking about it, she put away her notebook, stood up and took the plate to the dining counter, and then left the rest area.

It caused several men in the rest area to look at her side frequently, and shook their heads regretfully.

"President Li, Ms. Song is here."

When Li Wenhao just got off the treadmill, the front desk staff just brought Song Mixue in.

"Well, okay, you go back first."

Li Wenhao gave instructions to the front desk, and then waved to Song Mixue, motioning to follow.

Chapter 69 Assistant

"Come on, let's practice the waist first, I haven't practiced for several days."

Li Wenhao directly lay on the abdominal plate, and Song Mixue was also very conscious, sitting on Li Wenhao's lap, holding his calf with both hands, and correcting Li Wenhao's movements from time to time.

After one set was over, Li Wenhao rested on the board while Song Mixue massaged his waist.

"Your company is really enviable."

Li Wenhao turned his head sideways, and glanced at her out of the corner of his eye: "What's the matter, what is there to envy? No matter how good it is, it can't compare to you, working every day is like playing."

"In our line of work, after all, what we eat is youth food. The older we get, the more time we have to spend on fitness. Otherwise, if the figure is out of shape, no one will buy your class."

"Besides, some coaches practice too hard because they want to keep in shape, and it is also a problem when they are old."

Song Mixue clenched her hands into fists and said while pressing.

Li Wenhao nodded, feeling a little reasonable. If a coach has a big belly, it's really not convincing.

My own body management is so lax, how can I teach others to exercise?

"You still worry about this. As long as you pay attention to your figure, you can still maintain it for more than ten or twenty years, right? And your massage technique, you don't have to worry about starving to death."

Li Wenhao put his chin on his arm and closed his eyes comfortably.

Song Mixue's hand massage technique is really not bragging.

Maybe because she has learned kung fu from her family, she knows acupoints very well, and she presses them quite powerfully.

"I'm not worried, I'm just envious. Who doesn't want to make money by sitting gracefully?" Song Mixue said happily when Li Wenhao praised her skills:

"I learned this technique on the Internet recently, and I improved it by adding some acupoints I know."

Li Wenhao: ...

He felt that Song Mixue was very quiet, but he didn't know how many white-collar workers in this building were also envious of her.

Because of work reasons, Song Michelle looks like a sports goddess every day, and she is also very free during work. Don't you want to make those white-collar workers who sit in the office every day envy?

Looking at her like this, I thought she had no troubles every day.

Sure enough, life is like a besieged city, people outside want to come in, and people inside want to get out.

"Okay, don't worry, I don't want to be a fitness trainer in the future, come to me and arrange for you to be an assistant." Li Wenhao closed his eyes and groaned in comfort.

"Really?" Song Michelle raised her voice by a tune or two.

Li Wenhao opened his eyes and looked at her in surprise, is this woman serious?

Still he nodded.

Li Wenhao had indeed considered it this way, because he found that Song Mixue was almost omnipotent.

Can coach fitness, can massage, can also pass on family kung fu and boxing, can occasionally work part-time as a bodyguard, and then simply learn the work of an assistant, this is the most perfect tool person.

Wonderful~

"Yeah." Song Mixue hummed, she kept moving, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Seeing her like this, Li Wenhao didn't know whether to agree or not?

"Let's talk about it when the time comes. If you come here, your monthly salary will be 4." Li Wenhao said lazily.

He put a small hook, such a high monthly salary was just to whet her appetite.

"Let me think about it again..." Song Mixue obviously hesitated.

Li Wenhao: ...

After thinking about it, he decided not to increase the price, anyway, the hook had already been put down.

"Da da da..." Slight footsteps sounded beside him.

Hearing this voice, Li Wenhao didn't open his eyes, because the voice was relatively unfamiliar.

Hearing the sound of the flat shoes, he thought it was some employee who came here to exercise.

Song Mixue didn't stop moving her hands, she just turned her head and glanced, and found that it was the beautiful woman who greeted her in the rest area just now.

"Mr. Li is so elegant." A slightly hoarse sexy voice sounded.

Li Wenhao turned his head to look, and saw Lu Liman standing next to them and watching curiously, with a trace of teasing and jealousy in his eyes.

Maybe it's in the company, and it's not obvious.

At this time, Lu Liman was no longer in the professional attire just now, but changed into a white sports style attire, an elastic top and wide-cut sweatpants.

The shawl's long, burgundy, wavy hair has been tied high and tied into a ponytail behind his head.

"Liman, I just finished exercising. Coach Song gave me a massage. Well, I've recovered now. I'm going to continue exercising."

As he spoke, Li Wenhao signaled Song Mixue to stop, then turned over and sat up.

Li Wenhao looked at Lu Liman's bosom that was restrained by the elastic top, which made it appear wider, and couldn't help feeling puzzled. He had never seen her wear it like this in the company.

Lu Liman seemed to see through Li Wenhao's thoughts, so she explained: "I want to find a teacher to practice yoga recently, so I bought this outfit in advance."

It's just that when he was speaking, his eyes fell on Song Mixue intentionally or unintentionally.

Li Wenhao: ...

There is no yoga instructor here now, and Lu Liman's eyes are obviously comparing something.

"Coach Song, you have been exercising for so long, have you ever practiced yoga?"

Li Wenhao quickly shifted Lu Liman's focus and asked Song Michelle.

"I've practiced a little bit, but I'm not professional." Song Mixue listened to the conversation between the two, and when she heard Li Wenhao's question, she probably guessed what he meant, so she hesitated to answer.

"Okay, it's you." Li Wenhao gave the order involuntarily. Anyway, Song Mixue's classes for the next two months were all taken by Li Wenhao. He taught everyone, so it shouldn't be wasted.

Then he said to Lu Liman: "Liman, don't you want to practice yoga, come on, let Coach Song teach you"

With that said, he took the two of them to a quiet room next door, where there were some massage chairs and yoga mats.

"Coach Song, your task today is to give her to the church first. I can already practice on my own." Li Wenhao left after leaving a sentence. They are all women, so they should have a lot of common topics.

···

Until Li Wenhao finished exercising, Lu Liman and Song Mixue didn't come out of the lounge, so it seems that they should have a good talk.

Walking lightly to the door, he pricked up his ears and listened for a while. Fortunately, there was no noise inside.

Gently pushed open the door, and saw that the two were sitting on the massage chair, talking and laughing.

Judging from the ins and outs of the words, the two should be sharing their experience in keeping fit.

"Okay, let's talk later, pack up and get off work."

Such a big thing happened today, he needs to go home tonight and come here to talk to Lu Liman.

Chapter 70 Bidding

In the women's bathroom, Lu Liman and Song Mixue were two doors away, continuing the conversation while washing.

"Li Man, what is your relationship with Li Wenhao?" Song Mixue asked curiously.

The two seem to be in a superior-subordinate relationship, but her sixth sense as a woman finds that the relationship between the two should not be simple.

"No, we are the relationship between the boss and the employees." Naturally, Lu Liman couldn't say anything in the company.

"Like this."

Everyone else has said that, Song Mixue will not continue to ask questions like Lengtouqing, but move on to the next topic.

"Then does your company make money? I think your company has a large leisure and sports place. Is it because Li Wenhao's family is too rich and can play casually, or is your company too profitable?"

Song Michelle has always had this doubt in her heart since she came to Blue Ocean Capital.

What kind of fairy company is this? She regrets it now, why didn't she directly agree to Li Wenhao's invitation just now?

Lu Liman: ...

She didn't know how to answer for a while, because she knew that Li Wenhao's family had a real estate company, and Blue Ocean Capital was also very profitable.

This should be considered both sides, right?

She was afraid that speaking out would hurt Song Mixue.

But in the end, she still said tactfully: "The boss has a company at home. As for Blue Ocean Capital, it can earn more than one... billion a day."

Song Michelle: ...

One billion?

Song Mixue secretly pinched the future child's job, and she was so angry that her chest hurt.

She didn't understand why she refused just now. Could this be the legendary bowl of big brains?

After that, the two of them took a bath in silence, both thinking about their own concerns.

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When Li Wenhao came home, his father was sitting on the sofa near the balcony, smoking a cigarette.

From his furrowed brows from time to time, it can be seen that he has lingering fears in his heart.

"Dad, don't think about it, didn't this happen to us?"

"I think, if I didn't listen to the persuasion at the beginning, then our family is the one that is in trouble now."

Dajian Group also spent all its cash flow to fight for this land, and the consequences that this group is now facing are already foreseeable.

It is good to be half dead, but there is a high probability that you will not be able to survive, and you will not be able to pay back the next year's arrears, so you will enter the bankruptcy liquidation process.

"It's not that serious, isn't it still me? Just leave it on a piece of land."

It was only then that Li Xinghua remembered that Xinghua Group was no better than before, and it also had the confidence to face unexpected situations.

He glanced at Li Wenhao with relief, all this was brought by this son.

But no matter how rich you are, it's really sad that this kind of thing happened.

"At the beginning, when I wanted to take that piece of land, I really put all my eggs in one basket. I can't be so impulsive again in the future."

"Dad, don't think so. You really have to think twice before doing something, but you can't lose your confidence in sharpening." Naturally, Li Wenhao couldn't let him lose heart. The development of Xinghua Group still needs that drive, so he said quickly:

"Also, if this incident happened to the Dajian Group, then the matter of connecting the subway must be a mess. Our family can be said to be the biggest beneficiary."

When Li Xinghua heard him mention this matter, his face immediately changed from worry to joy. No matter what he said, his family was full this time.

That night, Li Xinghua drank too much, which was rare, and even took Li Wenhao to drink with him.

Seeing his happy look, Chen Shujie didn't stop him.