Three Treasures from Heaven, CEO Daddy Can't Run

Chapter 640 Sister, Can I Call Your Ancestor?

People who engage in literature are inherently thin-skinned, and young screenwriters are also examples of few of them who have a strong food addiction and a bad temper.

Always very good face.

Meng Qian's ruthless denunciation was no less than public execution to him.

Immediately, his face was blue and red.

Jiang Nuantang leaned back, and finally raised her head, her cold eyes fell on the young screenwriter in front of her. After a long while, she opened her mouth and asked slowly:

"How? Are these reasons enough?"

The young man is silent, not because he doesn't want to speak, but because he has no way to refute.

Jiang Nuantang ignored his reaction, and before he could say anything, Fu went on to add:

"If it's not enough, then add another one, because I want to quit you."

Because I want to quit you.

An understatement of words, the lethality is no small matter.

Rao is a young screenwriter and wants to hang on.

Also lost all courage in the last sentence.

She shook her lips, but in the end she didn't say anything.

Lowering his eyelids, he left the office in dismay.

Go to the Human Resources Department to settle the salary.

Jiang Nuantang ignored the other party's loneliness and didn't care.

Reach out and flip through several other scripts.

It turns out that almost all of them made the same mistake.

It's not misogynistic, it's just deliberately pulling sides and inciting confrontation between men and women.

Is it so difficult to write a good story seriously?

Jiang Nuantang tightened her eyebrows, and her face became more and more ugly.

After a few times of psychological training, I finally couldn't hold back, put down the script, and told Meng Qian:

"Turn all these back and tell them to come up with sincere works, otherwise, pack up and leave as soon as possible, the company does not raise rice worms!"

Jiang Nuantang restrained her temper, her voice was not heavy, but every word and sentence was full of anger.

As a woman, Meng Qian also didn't like those contents.

So there was no persuasion for the big picture. They left with the script and went to deal with what Jiang Nuantang had told them.

After Meng Qian left, Jiang Nuantang leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes to rest.

Even at this time, the brows are still furrowed, as if thinking about some unsolvable problem.

The next second, the phone on the table rang.

He opened his eyes and glanced at the incoming call notification, and found that it was Mu Yunqian calling.

Jiang Nuantang let go of her tightly locked eyebrows, and lightly pursed her cherry lips.

As for the purpose of his phone call, I have already thought about it.

But he didn't escape, and pressed the connect button.

"Good guy, let me call you a good guy. Two days ago, the wind was bleak and the water was cold, but it turned out that the strong man was gone and never returned. In a blink of an eye, you were taken down by my cousin so silently?"

Mu Yunqian couldn't restrain himself from raising his voice, so excited that he seemed to see Halley's comet hit the earth.

After all, it's not that he didn't suggest asking Shao Zhanlin for help before, but at that time, Jiang Nuantang's attitude was so firm.

He still remembers clearly.

In the end, it took only a few days?

Receive the certificate directly!

Not even a notification.

Don't give them melon eaters any chance to breathe.

Regarding this matter, Jiang Nuantang will calm down now, and she may not feel impulsive.

It's just that since it has already happened, she will not pretend to regret it.

Facing Mu Yunqian's questioning, he didn't even raise his brows, pursed his lips and asked:

"do you have any opinion?"

"How dare I! I just called to say congratulations."

"There is no need for congratulations, remember to prepare the gift money."

Jiang Nuantang's words hit the nail on the head.

For Mu Yunqian who regards money as his life.

Nothing pricks him more than asking him to be generous with money.

as predicted--

As soon as the words fell, I heard Mu Yunqian's painful wailing from the other end of the phone:

"Isn't it necessary to use gift money? You see, you two are so rich, and I'm a poor worker, and money is really tight recently, or you can accommodate..."

Mu Yunqian begged pitifully.

He only hoped that Jiang Nuantang would not cut flesh on her.

However, the other party didn't give him any room to beg for mercy, and said directly:

"It doesn't matter. If you can't get it now, you can also deduct it from your salary. It may not look good if it is like this, so I advise you to take the initiative to give it."

With just a few words, Jiang Nuantang has clearly arranged Mu Yunqian's salary for this month.

At the end, I don’t forget to add a sentence:

"Also, this gift money was given to me alone. As for your cousin's share, if he wants to exempt you, I have no objection."

Jiang Nuantang expressed it seemingly generously.

After Mu Yunqian listened, he was not happy at all.

Even feel cheated.

What do you mean by his cousin's share?

Aren't they husband and wife?

How can there be any reason to accept double gift money?

Especially when treating him who has no partner and is still a child, he doesn't respect the old and love the young at all.

Mu Yunqian felt that his young heart had suffered a huge blow.

If he had known earlier, he would not have made this call.

Mu Yunqian regretted it too much, and begged again:

"Sister, no, ancestor, can I call you ancestor? You must not tell my cousin that I know you and my cousin will get the certificate, and I will give you the gift..."

Mu Yunqian decided to save the country in a curve.

For the precarious wallet, a little bit is a little bit to save.

Otherwise, if both sides pay, then he will definitely bleed a lot.

It's the kind that can't make up for the damage after working overtime for several weeks.

Jiang Nuantang didn't force him too much, seeing that he was in pain like constipation, so he just let it go.

He raised his hand and drew a circle in the air, and said meaningfully:

"Then it depends on your performance."

That depends on your performance.

Jiang Nuantang's attitude was relaxed, but she still didn't state the conditions directly, leaving Mu Yunqian to guess.

If it were an ordinary person, it might be really difficult to make a judgment.

But Mu Yunqian has been by her side for five years, and he can be called her most capable assistant.

Just as Jiang Nuantang started talking, the person on the other end of the phone knew what he meant, and said very politely:

"I remember a while ago, there was a good piece of jade at Sotheby's auction, and I will send it to you when I get it."

Enduring heartache, Mu Yunqian's rare dog legs and generosity.

Not transgender.

Rather, he knew that as long as he hugged Jiang Nuantang's thigh tightly, there would be no other obstacles in front of him.

After all, even his cousin Shao, who is as cold and dignified as a god, has no choice but to bow down in front of Jiang Nuantang.

What reason does he have, not bothering to please!

"Fine!"

Seeing Mu Yunqian being so upbeat, Jiang Nuantang finally reluctantly accepted his overture.

But he didn't say it to death. In the end, he still didn't forget to give a but.

"As long as he doesn't ask, I'll pretend nothing happened."

Although Jiang Nuantang's guarantee was not satisfactory, Mu Yunqian did not dare to demand too much.

After another burst of dog-legged compliments, he hung up the phone.

Going to the side, clutching the pain in the wallet that was about to shrivel up to half.

At the same time, he turned his grief and anger into motivation, and continued to devote himself to his work—his great business of making money.

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