You sell swords, I go crazy, join hands to rectify the entertainment industry

In the end, Jiang Qiyu returned Qi Yu's 10 yuan under the earnest instruction of all the teachers.

[The spear dipped in shit and poked whoever died: [100000 yuan has been refunded]]

Moreover, she insisted on implementing the content in "Fishing Cheats", and left him this message:

[The spear sticks in shit and pokes someone to death: It's late, I'll go to bed first, see you tomorrow. 】

"Um......"

Looking at this passage, Jiang Qiyu showed a satisfied smile:

"It's very cold and very contrasting."

After finishing speaking, he directly quit WeChat to maintain his sense of mystery.

It's just that she's mysterious.

Qi Yu, who was on the opposite side, couldn't help but stare at her contrasting sentence [It's late, go to bed first, see you tomorrow].

"Zhao Jin."

"what?"

"If I'm not mistaken... it seems to be six o'clock in the afternoon."

"This..." Zhao Jin turned his head to look at the still bright sky outside, and nodded slowly:

"Seems to be......"

"Then her..."

Qi Yu didn't intend to hide any more, and turned the screen in his hand to one side:

"'It's late' is exactly where it is late, you analyze it."

"hiss......"

Zhao Jin showed embarrassment, but after a moment of hesitation, she still spoke seriously:

"I think the 'very' expresses the degree, the 'late' expresses the time, and the 'ha' is a tone—I'm sorry, Mr. Qi, I really can't make it up."

Although he is single now, he also had a pure first love when he was studying, and he still knows a thing or two about girls' thoughts.

Girls say "I'm going to take a shower", "Go to sleep", "Mom told me to eat" basically mean the same thing:

"Do you see that the words you said can be picked up by humans?"

But he didn't dare to tell the boss so bluntly, so he could only grin, showing a smile that was uglier than crying and said euphemistically:

"President Qi, Miss Jiang...doesn't want to talk to you, does she?"

"..."

Obviously, Qi Yue, who has never eaten pork but has seen pigs run, also understands this truth.

The man's eyes were serious, and he quietly looked at the dead mobile phone that he held between his fingers, with a gloomy expression.

Zhao Jin only felt that the air around her became condensed, and she couldn't help recalling the last time this happened.

It was when Mr. Qi just returned to China to take over the branch two years ago, and was questioned by the directors of the group because of the airborne landing.

"Qi... Mr. Qi,"

He really couldn't stand this kind of psychological pressure, so he bit the bullet and persuaded:

"Actually, it doesn't have to be—"

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the man's deep voice:

"Zhao Jin."

When Qi Yu opened his mouth, his already stern face became more serious at this time, and his brain, which usually controls the lifeline of the economy, spun rapidly.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was an old capitalist:

"Do you think I should give her another 500 million?"

"Boss Qi..."

Swallowing back the "Why don't you look at me, I can do it" that almost blurted out, Zhao Jin paused and carefully tested:

"Didn't you say before... that you don't bother to throw money at people?"

Thinking back to the past, the young master's repeated words still echoed in my ears:

(How on earth did I come up with such a stupid idea of ​​asking her to pretend to chase me to fire CP for 300 million yuan?)

(Official pursuit, what is the 300 million?)

(Whoever I, Qi Yue, likes, is not worthless enough to throw money at him.)

(The 500 million is just the endorsement fee, the company's normal budget expenditure, how can this be considered a waste of money?)

(Transfer [-] to her CCB card number... [-] is also called throwing money? Have you never seen money?)

Thinking of this, although Zhao Jin still had a correct attitude on the face, she began to mutter in her heart.

At the beginning, I persuaded him that 300 million yuan should not go back on his word. It was the young master who said that he formally pursued him and disdain to throw money at others.

Why are you contradicting yourself now?

Of course Qi Yu didn't know what Zhao Jin was thinking, and when faced with doubts, he uncharacteristically didn't say anything.

But still frowned, eyes calm:

"You don't understand, the situation is getting more and more serious now..."

Regardless of who she wanted to talk to, just talking about Jiang Qiyu's refusal to accept his money transfer just now, he felt that he couldn't wait any longer.

There is fair competition in other matters, but he cannot afford to lose in this one.

Boiling frogs in warm water is useless to people like Jiang Qiyu who only put oil and salt in their mouths and don't remember anything in their minds.

It's all because he shaves his head and picks up his head, and people don't take it to heart at all.

Although giving money is not the best way, but now it seems that it should be regarded as the most effective way.

Qi Yu comforted himself:

In fact, what is the difference between her liking my money and liking my people?

It's just money, just earn more and give her more.

"..."

Zhao Jin looked at the man who was looking down at the countermeasure, and couldn't help but start to fantasize in her mind...

If it wasn't for his young master who gives up smoking and dislikes the taste when he drinks alcohol, he would be a real overlord who controls the lifeblood of the global economy.

At this moment, when encountering such a difficult situation, he would definitely walk slowly to the floor-to-ceiling windows and light a cigarette.

Looking at the thousands of lights in the distance with red eyes, he exhaled heavily in the smog, with a three-point cool and three-point affectionate tone:

"Woman, what should I do with you..."

......

"you say......"

Qi Yu wanted to ask Zhao Jin if there was any good way for him to send the money out in a legitimate way, but when he turned around, he saw him looking at the bedside with a silly expression on his face.

"Tsk... what are you thinking?"

"Ah...ah?"

Zhao Secretary Jin immediately went online, relying on years of experience in sharing worries for the young master, she accurately found out his worries:

"You want to ask, how to give money so that people can't make mistakes?"

Qi Yu nodded.

It's too stupid to give her a check, the bank will check it directly, but if you give it in cash...

500 million in cash?

His assessment was missing brainstem.

Thinking of this, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Secretary Zhao who was smiling professionally at the side:

"What can you do?"

"Hey, Mr. Qi, you are asking the right person."

Zhao Jin waited for him to ask a question. Hearing this, she immediately smiled with confidence, and bent over to him mysteriously:

"You do this...and then that...and finally..."

"..."

After listening to his suggestion, Qi Yu frowned suspiciously, and nodded slowly after hesitating for a while:

"That's all there is to it..."

Looking at the young master who was troubled by love, Zhao Steward Jin, who was also a playful man, showed his aunt's smile again:

"Master has finally grown up..."

"What did you say?"

Qi Yu sensed something was wrong, and flew over with a sharp eye.

Zhao Jin bowed her head immediately:

"I said Mr. Qi, you should come back early. There is still a filming with Ms. Jiang tomorrow."