100 ways to be a scumbag boss

As soon as the words fell, neither of the two elders spoke.

There are geniuses with photographic memories in the world, but there are more blindly confident people than geniuses.

She dared to praise Haikou, which only shows that she is very confident in her memory, but there are too many obscure and difficult professional terms in this note, and it is not as easy as simply memorizing ancient prose.

Mr. Huang didn't want to let the little girl lose face in public.

But he didn’t really respond.

Memorizing it backwards and forwards in half an hour is outrageous.

"It should still last three days, or if you can master it in advance, come to me in advance."

The little girl raised her eyebrows slightly.

With great difficulty, she wanted to be high-profile once, but she still didn't believe it.

But it doesn't matter, just speak with the facts.

She found a corner and sat down.

Slowly he turned the pages of the book.

The other hand rested casually on the remaining pile of lone books.

The dark green starlight, invisible to the mortal body, dances on the book cover.

The moment his consciousness passed over the book.

Everything in the book is firmly imprinted in my mind.

Only the book that was covered alone was still being slowly flipped through page by page.

If it weren't for the fear that these little ants wouldn't be able to accept it.

She didn't even need half an hour.

Mr. Huang was called out on the way to attend to something. He was already far away from Shen Jinhuan's crowd, but suddenly he became further away.

When the incident happened yesterday, many people who were not present thought she was bullying others.

It was just a little quarrel of words, and this woman was going to ruin his future.

Going through menstruation like this is enough to scare most people away.

But then again, you are not a three or six-year-old child. You should say what you should and should not say. When you go out, you should always pay for your actions.

Jinhuan doesn't care at all about the alienation of those people.

She doesn't need friends, and she doesn't want to argue too much with some living dads.

If you push harder, I'll kill you!

It's simple and rude, but everyone is happy...

Suddenly, there was some commotion in the crowd.

Many people stared at their phones in shock.

Whispers soon reached her ears.

It turned out that it was early in the morning, and the man she had had an argument with yesterday was dead.

Someone stole the manhole cover.

The man was talking on the phone and didn't pay attention to his feet, so he fell down immediately.

He was discovered after dawn, but when he was fished out, he was already dead.

Shen Jinhuan slowly turned over the pages of the book, his eyes showing no signs of confusion.

But there are people who think they are righteous who like to break this superficial calm.

"Oh!"

A little girl slapped the table where Jin Huan was sitting.

It was impossible for her to pretend not to know about such a huge movement.

He frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

"Is something wrong?"

"he died!"

Shen Jinhuan raised his eyebrows and looked at the other party, frowning and not moving at all, "I know."

"Got it!? Why are you so cold-blooded! If it weren't for you, he wouldn't have died at all!"

"If you walk too much at night, you will always encounter ghosts. His retribution will come very quickly." She even chuckled twice as she spoke, just like a friend discussing whether it will rain tonight.

"Shen Jinhuan!"

"I'm here, tell me."

"It was you who killed him! He will definitely come to you! You are the one who will definitely receive retribution!"

As if in response to what she said.

Suddenly a draft blew through the tent.

Extremely eerie.

Jinhuan turned his head slightly to look at the empty place, and then tapped the page of the book twice regularly with his fingertips: "Then you ask him to come."