100 ways to be a scumbag boss

Zhou Yatang subconsciously turned his phone to the side. Ming Jiaye had spent time with the little girl. Although he didn't know why the person suddenly didn't remember this past, he woke up out of instinct.

He didn't want the two of them to meet again.

Especially, become that medium yourself.

Therefore, he did not hesitate to press the call.

I only replied three words in the message: In a meeting

Jinhuan's sharp eyes had already caught a glimpse of the note on the caller ID, but she didn't say anything.

It's over when it's over. If she takes the initiative to provoke him, then what's the point of going through all the trouble to get the love-forgetting water?

The car stopped outside the cordon of the large tomb in the eastern suburbs.

Since he wasn't going to stay, he shouldn't have gotten out of the car and showed up.

Secretary Liang Yun went down to open the car door for her instead of Zhou Yatang.

The person in charge of the cemetery looked inside eagerly several times. Unfortunately, the car door closed too quickly and he didn't even have time to say a greeting.

In the end, he could only smile at Shen Jinhuan.

As the car drove away, the person in charge turned his head and spoke to her naturally: "Miss Shen and Mr. Zhou have a very good relationship."

"good."

"girlfriend?"

"No." She answered quickly.

The person in charge was stunned for a moment, and he didn't even have time to hide the astonishment in his eyes: "What?"

Before he finished speaking, he probably hoped that she would take the initiative to mention it. Unfortunately, Shen Jinhuan didn't follow common sense and did things based on his preferences, so he didn't have the next sentence.

The atmosphere turned cold.

The person in charge didn't dare to be displeased at all.

Regardless of the relationship between this little girl and Zhou Du, he only needs to know that this aunt cannot be offended, and other things are not within his scope of consideration.

After all, yesterday, the man who was killed to scare the monkeys met a miserable end.

Many eyes in the imperial capital are staring at the Dongjiao Tomb.

The man was thrown out by Zhou Duchang's personal bodyguard, which in itself was a terrible signal.

One of the most basic abilities of those in high positions seeking to make a living in the imperial capital is to observe people's behavior and follow their preferences.

This person clearly offended that person.

Then, most groups and companies will not hire this person.

The leaders of the school where the other person is located will also pay more attention to this person.

In addition to his own achievements, no additional awards or bonuses will fall on him.

And this is just the most superficial change.

Going deeper, his parents and friends will all be implicated.

And these do not require Zhou Yatang to come forward or speak in person.

Those who ask for help from him will naturally solve the problem and do it beautifully.

However, last night, as soon as this person returned to school, he was interviewed by the school leaders and persuaded to quit.

The reason was that she went whoring in the red light district a week ago.

This matter was originally very hidden. I don’t know what happened yesterday, but it was suddenly reported to the Department of Education by enthusiastic people.

It’s fun for outsiders to watch.

For those in the know...tsk.

There is nothing such a coincidence in the world.

Come today, Mr. Huang will give her a task.

Unlike those students who needed to work, the old man only gave her a few volumes of stock capital and asked her to read it and memorize it in three days.

emmm... How should I put it? The three books combined are as thick as a Xinhua dictionary.

The person in charge frowned slightly, wondering if Mr. Huang's request was too much. After all, he was the leader of the Zhou Dynasty.

"Mr. Huang, wouldn't three days be too stressful? How about half a month?"

Mr. Huang ignored the person in charge, but looked at Shen Jinhuan steadily, his expression serious and cold: "Tell me, can you do it in three days?"

Jin Huan paused, then took the thing, chuckled, and flipped the cover of the book carelessly with his fingers: "In half an hour, I can recite it backwards and forwards."