Marry into a wealthy family if you don't pay well

After Shen Jue heard this, his face turned from red to white, and then from white to blue, like a changing kaleidoscope, it was a wonderful scene.

He was speechless for a while, and he didn't know whether to say "I think you don't want to do it anymore" or "How do you know I'm just greedy for him", or "How can you talk about me so superficially".

The assistant looked at his reaction from the rearview mirror, and suddenly sighed with pity: "I feel sorry for Mr. Yan, is this the legendary 'I treat you like a younger brother but you want to fuck me'."

Shen Zhuo gritted his teeth: "I advise you to keep your mouth shut and dare to say more things that shouldn't be said. I don't worry about not being able to recruit a new assistant."

Assistant: "Of course I won't say it, but what do you think, Mr. Shen? Isn't there a saying that says 'rabbits don't eat grass beside their nests'?"

"...Do you care if I eat the grass beside the nest?"

"So, 'Bamboo horses are not as good as heaven'?"

"Don't worry, I won't allow 'Skyfall' to appear."

The assistant had strange eyes, and once again mourned for Yan Shaoqian.

Shen Zhuo didn't talk to him anymore - he was in a very delicate mood now, originally he arranged for Yan Shaoqian to go to the toll booth, he wanted to give him a little blow and let him rely on himself more when encountering difficulties. Live well and don't need him at all.

It's just regret, if I knew this, I might as well have arranged for him a idle job in the company and put it under my nose.

It is said that "childhood sweethearts, childhood sweethearts, dry firewood and firewood, love each other", his "dry firewood" has been drilling wood to make fire for ten years, why hasn't there been any flame?

Why is Yan Shaoqian so difficult to conquer in this life?

I think it was not like this when this guy forced him to be Mrs. Yazhai.

Reincarnated, even the preferences have changed?

Isn't he charming enough in this life?

Or is it that he only likes the weak scholar's one, and it's not aimed at him?

Mr. Shen came to the company in this kind of self-doubt, because he was absent-minded, he walked to the office area and didn't realize that he forgot something.

Until I heard the employees whispering: "Hey, Mr. Shen didn't wear glasses today?"

"Really, it's the first time I see him without glasses."

"He's so handsome without glasses! He's just a puppy, I can do it, I can do it!"

"What little milk dog, it's clearly a little wolf dog!"

Shen Zhuo: "..."

It turns out that he doesn't wear glasses like this?

Is this the same image in Yan Shaoqian's eyes?

He didn't continue to listen, thinking "Which one does Yan Shaoqian like?", he opened the door and entered the CEO's office.

Several female employees were still discussing: "I've always been curious about a question, is Mr. Shen nearsighted or not?"

"I can assure you with my many years of myopia experience that Mr. Shen is definitely not myopic. His lenses are so thin, and the thickness on both sides is the same as that in the middle, obviously flat."

"It's flat... what's the point of wearing it?"

"Handsome."

Colleagues in the opposite seat also joined in: "Do you think Mr. Shen is completely different when he wears glasses and when he doesn't? Isn't there too much difference in temperament?"

"What you said seems to be true... when he wears glasses, he looks like...how should I put it..."

"Sven scum?"

"Yes, yes, yes! I feel very annoying. But after taking off the glasses, it seems that I lack a little... momentum."

"Maybe it's because I'm too young..."

Yan Shaoqian doesn't know how Shen Zhuo thinks about himself in a fancy way, he only has work in his mind, and the word "collecting money" is all over his mind.

Ever since he died once, he has been able to see that money is the lover of his life, and all things that are pondering and pondering are put aside.

No one can stop him from working.

No one can stop him from collecting money!

If it wasn't for his night blindness, he really wanted to stay here 24 hours a day. Collecting money made him very happy, and he could even forget that he was provoked by Zheng Ning just now.

Especially for the truck collection channel, the toll for long-distance freight can range from a few hundred to a thousand. The Shaou toll station does not accept mobile payment, and the money collected is genuine red notes.

——Even if the banknotes didn't go into his pocket.

The working time is always so short, and today is also the day to go back to Shen's house for dinner, Yan Shaoqian packed up his things and prepared to leave work, when he suddenly received a message on his mobile phone: [Are you off work?I'll pick you up in a while]

It's Shen Jue.

Yan Shaoqian twitched the corner of his mouth, thinking that Mr. Shen is really free, so he replied casually: 【How long is a while? 】

Shen Jue: [Get there at five, I'll leave work early]

Yan Shaoqian thought about it—it would take about an hour for him to count the fare, and five o'clock was just right.

All right, then wait.

He responded with a "yes" and started transferring money from the cash register into the cash box.

However, at this moment, there was a sudden "bang" sound outside.

He thought it was a collision between things, or a car with a flat tire, but the sound was a bit peculiar, and it didn't quite resemble it.

Followed by screams one after another.

I don't know who shouted: "Root, someone robbed!"

Yan Shaoqian made a move.

robbery?So that was... gunshots?

King Yan, who traveled from the era of cold weapons, was at a loss for a moment. He tried his best to mobilize the concept of "guns" in the memory of the original owner, and learned that "guns" are extremely lethal, and can easily penetrate people's skulls.

The way to deal with it is - danger, run.

Unfortunately, the word "fear" does not exist in King Yan's dictionary.

The robbery came at this time, it was obviously calculated that they had to count the money, if they were really robbed, the hard work of that day would be in vain!

This situation must not be allowed to happen!

There is no reason for the money already under his nose and the cooked duck to fly away!

Yan Shaoqian frowned, ignored Wu Yu's obstruction, and walked in the direction of people fleeing, and saw a masked man standing at the door of the toll booth in front, holding a pistol and threatening the female toll collector inside: "Take it out, hurry up!" !"

The female toll collector was already frightened, she shivered and stuffed the money into the cash box, begging: "Please don't shoot! I'll give you the money, I'll give you all!"

"Hey," Yan Shaoqian went straight forward, "Rooting with guns in broad daylight, do you still have Wang Fa in your eyes?"

He had only been in a society ruled by law for three months, and he ran into something that was not "ruled by law"?

"Don't come here!" The masked man immediately shifted his attention, took a step back, and aimed his gun at him, "If you take another step forward, I'll shoot!"

"Go ahead," Yan Shaoqian looked fearless, kept walking, and continued to approach, "Didn't you just fire a shot? Go ahead, if you don't, you are my grandson."

The robber probably had never seen such a desperate person. The only eye exposed on the hood showed a little nervousness. Perhaps he was in a panic. He retreated into the toll booth and threatened Yan Shaoqian: "Back!"

The female toll collector in the toll booth was so frightened that she screamed and squatted on the ground with her head in her arms. Colleagues outside ran around in terror, shouting, "Guards, guards!"

However, in front of the gun, the guards did not dare to approach rashly.

The drivers who were waiting to pay the toll at the toll booth saw that the situation was not good, some ran directly through the pole, some turned around and walked back, and the scene was chaotic.

Yan Shaoqian also entered the toll booth. The small toll booth could accommodate three people, and the space suddenly seemed cramped.He turned a deaf ear to the threat of the robbers, and kept the female toll collector squatting on the ground behind him while pressing on, and reached out and patted her on the shoulder.

Although the female toll collector was about to cry in fright, her mind was still clear. She ran out of the toll booth when she received the signal, and hid in a nearby bunker.

Some of the colleagues outside were holding mobile phones, and they should have called the police. Yan Shaoqian closed the door with his feet, and closed the window with his hand. There were only the two of them left in the toll booth, with a distance of less than one meter from each other.

The robber had no way to retreat, his hand holding the gun trembled, and suddenly shouted: "Aren't you fucking afraid of death!"

"I'm scared, I'm really scared," Yan Shaoqian said he was afraid of death, but his tone didn't fluctuate, "But after my judgment, you don't have the ability to threaten my life, so I have no reason to be afraid of you .”

"You..." The robber looked away, looking around, as if looking for a way to escape, "I only want money, as long as you give me money, I will let you go."

Yan Shaoqian was indifferent, and even took out a cigarette from his pocket: "Did you make a mistake? It should be 'As long as you put down the gun now, I will let you go'."

As he spoke, he fumbled in all his pockets, as if looking for a lighter.

The robber was probably offended, and pointed the gun directly at his forehead: "Stand back, let me leave, or I will really shoot."

"I've said it many times, if you want to open it, hurry up." Yan Shaoqian became impatient, he raised his eyes, and glanced at the other party coolly, "Or, you dare not open it at all?"

The veins on the robber's hand were bulging, and the finger on the trigger turned white: "I don't want to kill anyone!"

"You don't want to kill people?" Yan Shaoqian smiled, "No, it should be that you can't kill people at all—brother, I won't let you go until the police come, you see, it's boring for us to stay like this, how about Can I borrow a fire?"

After he finished speaking, he reached out and grabbed the barrel of the gun.

Robber: "!!"

"Let's go, bring a fake gun to rob, do you think everyone else is a fool?" Yan Shaoqian was not afraid of the black "gun muzzle", "However, it's also because you took a fake gun, after all' A 'robbery at gun' is a lot more serious than a 'robbery'."

The robber's pupils shrank instantly: "What... what?"

"Am I wrong?" Yan Shaoqian tightened his hand and forcibly grabbed the gun, hooked his fingers around the trigger guard, and turned the gun around in his palm, "It's just a lighter, it's so motivating. I'm too embarrassed to call the police uncle over."

If he wasn't wearing a hood, the robber's cold sweat would probably have wet his clothes.

"But your thing is quite realistic." Yan Shaoqian played with the "gun", put a cigarette in his mouth, held the fire with his hand, and pulled the trigger.

"Pfft", a cluster of flames appeared from the muzzle of the gun.

He took a puff of cigarette contentedly, and even reached out to pat the shoulder of the robber brother: "Not bad, it's good, I just didn't bring a lighter today, so you brought it to me--Jianghu emergency, buddy is really kind." Satisfactory."

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Brother Yan's inner OS: This is the first time I was "robbed" by someone in such a big age. I used to rob others...