Lock text system: The hero please respect yourself

"Mingsu, what is your current annual salary? Two million?" Mr. Qian smiled next door.

"The basic annual salary is [-], and the bonus and commission are about [-] or [-]." Lan Mingsu pushed his head away from his chest, and lowered his voice, "Go and pour me some water."

"Anything else to drink?" Jian Shaomei teased cheekily.

Lan Mingsu blushed and patted his head: "Go."

Jian Shaomei climbed out of the bath and put on his clothes, and Mr. Qian smiled again: "You need to buy a house and a car for 80 million yuan a year. This salary sounds like a lot, but it's still not enough to actually spend it. thing."

This is a common problem of some rich people. First ask how much money you have, and then put it down and say it is too little, so as to bring up the topic that you have more money than you.Lan Mingsu dealt with rich people all day long, and met a lot of all kinds of people. He was already familiar with this, so he followed Mr. Qian's words and said: "Not everyone is as capable as Mr. Qian. .”

Mr. Qian laughed again: "Do you think I'm belittling you? No. I think you are such a talented person. The current company restricts your development and is buried."

Lan Mingsu frowned: "Mr. Qian is too much, I think it's okay now, the company treats me well."

"I'm not saying that your boss treats you badly, but people go to high places, and you are not yet thirty, so you should seize the opportunity if you have one, so as not to regret it in the future."

This topic became more and more strange, and Lan Mingsu guessed Qian's intention.He has no plans to change jobs now. There were many law firms that wanted to poach his feet before, but he politely declined them one by one. Qian always wanted to continue talking, so he could only open up and explain.

Mr. Qian changed the topic: "I just bought a Porsche a few days ago, and I don't like driving it. I think your car is five or six years old. Why don't you give it to you? You can change it and drive it. "

This gift was a bit heavy, Lan Mingsu took a deep breath.To refuse is to lose face, and if you don't refuse, you will be soft-spoken. This is the most difficult situation.He thought about it and said: "Thank you, Mr. Qian, for your kindness. This car is fine to drive. Mr. Qian is a major customer of Mr. Qian. It is not in line with the company's rules for me to accept Mr. Qian's gifts without permission."

"You are too careful. Do you think I want to poach you? I want to introduce a big client to you. I introduced you based on your ability. People also value your youth and experience. The consulting fee is one 500 million a year, more than 80.00% of this much money will belong to your boss, why not do it yourself?"

Lan Mingsu was silent.In their line of work, clients are the basic lifeblood, and most lawyers who can have their own clients will start their own companies.He felt that he was young, far from the time when he could have his own clients, but he didn't expect to come so soon.

"I can also hand over my business to you, so that you have at least 600 million a year." Mr. Qian smiled, "With my relationship, it's easy to introduce a few more customers to you. You want to earn a year. 1000 million, or working hard as a mule for others?"

Jian Shaomei put the cup filled with hot water by Lan Mingsu's hand.He doesn't understand Lan Mingsu's work, and he doesn't have any useful insights, but he doesn't like money intuitively.

Lan Mingsu's clothes got wet during the struggle, so he folded his pants and took them out to dry.

Mr. Qian said again: "It's fine if you don't want it, but this kind of opportunity only comes once in a lifetime, and sometimes you have to act decisively."

Lan Mingsu didn't dare to promise anything, and said cautiously: "Thank you, Mr. Qian, for your guidance. I'll think about it when I go back."

"It's fine if you don't accept this business. People, when you force it, you may not get what you want, but when you don't want it, you just meet the opportunity. It's just a moment of timidity, so you let the opportunity go for nothing." Soon, there was a slight sound of water over there. It rang, but Mr. Qian stood up from the bath, "I have to leave beforehand, you should think about it. Mingsu, take a good look at the night scene here, make a good plan, and think about what kind of future you will go." road."

Lan Mingsu also stood up quickly: "Mr. Qian walk slowly."

As he spoke, he wanted to find his own clothes, but Mr. Qian didn't wait for him, knocked twice on the wooden window that separated him, and left the room.

Lan Mingsu sat down in the bathtub again.

The lights outside the open-air window are a little bit, and the whole city is full of Fengshui.

What is Mr. Qian's purpose in bringing him here?Let him look at the scenery here, so that he can decide whether he will always be equal and stand tall in this life, or be trampled under his feet like everyone else?

So good for him too... so good...

Soon, Jian Shaomei walked in from the door.

"Mr. Lan, Mr. Qian has already left." He put down Lan Mingsu's clothes, closed the door, and sat beside him slowly.

"I know."

Jian Shaomei pressed against his ear, and said softly, "Mr. Lan, there was also a guest in the room on the other side of yours just now."

What?someone?Lan Mingsu immediately sat up straight.

There are three private rooms in this suite. He just welcomed Mr. Qian in and sent him to the westernmost one. He used the middle one for himself. Why is there someone in the eastern one?

Jian Shaomei lowered her voice again and said, "I was drying clothes outside just now, and saw with my own eyes an unknown person walking out from the east room."

"What does it look like?"

"Looks very normal, about 40 or [-] years old, neither tall nor short, with thin eyes."

There are seven or eight people who look like this from the street.

who?It was obvious that Mr. Qian arranged for this person to be there, but he didn't tell him.So what was his purpose, to secretly listen to them?

Could it be the mysterious guest that President Qian said?

Lan Mingsu's expression turned serious.

Jian Shaomei asked, "Mr. Lan wants to open his own law firm?"

"No." Lan Mingsu washed his shoulders thoughtfully.

"Is it because of Mr. Qian?"

Lan Mingsu said: "Mr. Qian said that the customer has taken a fancy to my ability, but I think this is a bit strange. My professional level is not bad, but it is not unique. Why do you suddenly value it so much?"

The more something seemed too good to be true, the more weird and prudent he felt.He has understood from a long time ago that what he really wants is not money, nor success in the eyes of everyone, so no matter how good the current opportunity looks, he will not be easily carried away.

"That's right. I don't think Mr. Qian is too trustworthy. He arranged someone in another room and didn't tell you. I don't know if he will kill you someday."

Lan Mingsu felt annoyed and amused: "What killer? Do you think this is a martial arts novel?"

Jian Shaomei smiled and moved her face closer: "No. In martial arts novels, there are male first and female first, but here there are only male first and male second." As he spoke, he slowly unbuttoned himself, revealing a rather attractive body Come, take Lan Mingsu's hand, and stroke his chest very slowly.

Lan Mingsu's teeth clenched as his fingernails lightly scratched a protrusion.

"Mr. Lan, do you think I look good?" Jian Shaomei asked next to his ear, biting his earlobe lightly.

"........."

"Mr. Lan—" Jian Shaomei jumped into the water to stick to his body, pressed his waist tightly, stroked it slowly, and said in a low voice, "It's hard."

Lan Mingsu grabbed his wrist.

Jian Shaomei lowered her head, smiled, and the tip of her tongue slowly slid along the line of his lips: "How did Mr. Lan know that I can compose music?"

"You showed me your Weibo that day, forgot?"

"No. I never take the initiative to let people see my Weibo."

Lan Mingsu was a little speechless.

"I checked Weibo once in your car, I think you may have noticed it at that time, but why did you go to my Weibo to check it?"

"........."

Jian Shaomei looked down at him, and suddenly smiled: "Mr. Lan, I am just a poor student. If you treat me like this, I will really misunderstand."

As he spoke, he knelt down halfway, biting the red spot on his chest with the tip of his tongue: "I thought I really wanted you, but now I feel...that's not the case."

Lan Mingsu gritted his teeth and tried his best to endure.

Where did I learn it, I'm getting more and more bastard...

Jian Shaomei secretly suppressed the impulse in her body: "Mr. Lan, I have to go back to write songs tomorrow, and I have to vent my anger tonight. Don't be unhappy."

Said his face leaned up.

Lan Mingsu's eyes were half closed.Forget it, no one has a firm will, he is a mortal, after all, he is a mortal...

Jian Shaomei sat down on the side chair next to her, hugged Lan Mingsu's waist and sat on her lap, coaxing softly with a little anxiety: "Mr. Lan, sit up, and sit up obediently."

While coaxing, he involuntarily parted his hips and pressed them down abruptly.Pulled by him, Lan Mingsu pressed his shoulder tightly, excruciating pain, and cried out softly.

"Mr. Lan, this is your first time, it will be fine after a while. Hold on..." The voice became more anxious, "I, I can't help it..."

"Slow down, slow down..." Lan Mingsu clenched his teeth.He said he felt pity for him for the first time, but he didn't show mercy at all when he started, how about lubricating, lubricating?

It's the first time, always messy, bear with it, bear with it for a while.

asshole.

He didn't remember very clearly what happened afterwards, he only remembered that he scolded Jian Shaomei a hundred times in his heart.

~

At noon the next day, he received a text message from Jian Shaomei.

[Mr. Lan, I have met Mr. Guo. In the next month, I will write a song. 】

【Um】

After a long time, another message came back from there.

【Does it still hurt? 】

Lan Mingsu's eyelids twitched as he wrote expressionlessly.

【No pain】

Nonsense, being done for two hours in a row without pain is really hell.But it can't be said that it's all Jian Shaomei's fault, it hurt a little at the beginning, but later on, who can control those things, Jian Shaomei didn't make any mistakes at all, he just got a little anxious... a little bit.

【Mr. Lan, take a good rest and come to see you after I finish writing the song.But if you need it, I'll be there anytime...]

【You concentrate on writing songs. 】

[Mr. Lan, I was a little anxious last night, don't be angry. (grievance) (tears)]

Lan Mingsu was a little embarrassed.don't be angry... don't be angry...

【Write the song well, and listen to me when you finish writing it. 】

【I know.Thank you, Mr. Lan, I will not disappoint Mr. Lan's expectations of me. (happy) (happy)]

No matter how you look at it, he is a polite and good boy.Only last night...just last night...

Lan Mingsu closed his eyes.can't think anymore...don't think...