The sick and delicate boss was tortured into a strict wife

The strange feeling in Bai Yuchen's heart was suppressed by Yang Jia, and he said helplessly to the phone:

"You heard it yourself, then..."

Gu Zi: "Then terminate the contract, you settle the previous hospitalization fee, and I will not send you any more money every month in the future, you can think about it."

Before Bai Yuchen could speak, Yang Jia continued to shout: "Xie, Xie, how much is it? Labor and capital, for some money, I'm angry with you, I'm in a panic!"

Bai Yuchen hurriedly pressed the mute button, unilaterally disconnected Gu Zi's receiver, and said to Yang Jia:

"Fatty, think twice, we are poor, can we know something?"

Yang Jia frowned: "Who says I'm poor?"

???

Bai Yuchen's eyes were wide open, and he looked at Yang Jia suspiciously: "Are you—not poor?"

Yang Jia raised her head: "At least I still have a store. I'm still a self-employed small boss. Although I'm not as good as those rich people, I still have enough to live in a well-off life! It's you who are poor, not me."

Hardened, old heart!

"No, Fatty, I still don't think this matter should be done with emotion. Think about it, we don't have to make trouble with money, right, the extra income of several thousand a month is not paid for nothing!"

Yang Jia said angrily: "Don't tell me you pick it yourself! Bai Yuchen, are you serious? For this small amount of money, you report your psychological problems to others all day long?"

Look, rich people are hard-nosed when they talk, and even such a small amount of money is not in their eyes.

"Fatty, what you said is wrong. What do you mean I pick it up? This girl sent it to me. Besides, the report is not a real report. Do you stay?"

"Anyway, I don't want to chat with a person who is so angry that he won't pay for his life every day. I can't take this job, please let me live for a few more years."

Bai Yuchen was taken aback for a moment: "Who said you want to chat with him? You just send a message every day: very good, good, bad, and so on to describe the mood."

Seeing that Yang Jia was silent, as if thinking about the feasibility, Bai Yuchen continued:

"Fatty, we still need money to develop games. Sometimes, we are the tycoons in this world. Bear with it now, and we can't let go of any legitimate ways to make money."

"Fatty, we only have to accumulate little to become more, accumulate sand to form a tower, accumulate water to form abyss, trickle to form a river, and many trees to form a forest. Given time, we can achieve great things! To become a hegemony, a man should be able to bend and stretch—"

Yang Jia rolled his eyes, stretched out his hands, and gestured for a pause: "Pick, pick, pick! I'll take it, please put away your Xinhua dictionary, I feel a headache."

After negotiating with the fat man, Bai Yuchen turned on the other party's receiver again with a playful smile: "Are you still there?"

Gu Zi: "He's not dead, you're done with the meeting? After weighing the pros and cons, you'll give the answer."

Fuck, you're a real chicken thief, so don't play tricks in front of people who study psychology, they know everything in their hearts.

Bai Yuchen chuckled a few times: "Then I'll send you the fat man's number later, what do you think?"

Gu Zi: "I've been waiting for a long time, I don't want to wait any longer, report it to me now."

I'm so fucking meow that I've never memorized a fat man's number, so you're one of them!

"Then wait a moment, I'll look through the address book."

Gu Zi: "Don't tell me he doesn't remember his number? Is he still working as a manager?"

"1********! Shut up if you can't speak!"

Yang Jia now only knows that he can't listen to Gu Zi, so get angry!But I don't know how pleasing to the eye is the upward curve of Gu Zi's mouth after hanging up the phone.