He Is Warmer Than Time

"In addition, I will give you five hundred thousand."

Hearing what the strange man said, his heart was suddenly moved, but hesitated and hesitated.

"Who are you? What do you want me to do?"

The man whispered: "It's not about murder and arson, just use your little power to do little things."

Zhao Juan is still very cautious: "What exactly is it?"

The man took a look at her and said a few words in a low voice. Zhao Juan's cheeks trembled and her expression was very nervous: "I...I'm afraid I can't. If our boss finds out, I will be done."

The man’s expression is faint: "The choice is yours. We don’t force you. Call me if you figure it out. This is my phone number. You accept it. We have found a few candidates. If you really don’t dare, we Don't force it, we will find someone else."

After speaking, the man coldly turned and left the alley.

Zhao Juan squeezed a note in her hand and fell into a fierce ideological struggle.

This is undoubtedly a good opportunity. If she does it, she will really spend the next half of her life without worrying about food and clothing, living in a big house, and her son going abroad to study, and she can still get a lot of money.

How exciting.

She held the note tightly and hurried back to her home.

The next day, all the actors under Song Ran rushed to the company for a meeting.

Early in the morning, the yard was full of cars, and Tang Ji'an also sent Mu Mian, who had recovered from a cold, to the meeting.

When Zhao Juan got off the bus, she saw the yard full of dangdang cars. They were all younger than her, but they all had big houses and cars, which made people jealous.

Zhao Juan entered the yard and they greeted her very politely. Looking at the actors who are younger than her, Zhao Juan became more and more imbalanced.

Song Ran’s car slowly entered the yard. She had the biggest battle. She brought three cars and six or seven bodyguards. After all, she had been **** twice, so she was afraid of being tied up.

But in Zhao Juan's eyes, that is, at a young age, only twenty-three years old, with so many assets, and engaged in such a big battle, why is there such a big difference between people?

Song Ran respected the staff of the company, especially old accountants like Zhao Juan. She smiled and said hello to her: "Sister Zhao, early."

Zhao Juan managed to squeeze a smile: "Morning."

Mu Mian and Feng Bao'er greeted them. The three of them had a good relationship, arm in arm, and entered the small building with smiles.

Looking at the back of the three, Zhao Juan felt more and more that she was really a failure. It just so happened that the little cashier also walked in from the outside. Zhao Juan found a friend, and the two entered the company together.

Song Ran took Mu Mian's hand and whispered, "Is the injury on the back gone? My brother-in-law is going to the United States recently. I will ask him to see if there is any miraculous ointment for you."

Mu Mian waved his hand: "Your second brother has searched for all kinds of ointments, and now there is probably only a palm-sized scar left, and he has recovered very well."

Song Ran squinted at her, "Is my second brother applying the ointment to you?"

Mu Mian's face blushed, "What are you talking nonsense? We are not married yet, how could it be possible?"

Feng Baoer also looked at Mu Mian with interest: "Then it is always inconvenient to apply medicine on your back."

Mu Mian was wronged: "I wiped it in the mirror myself."

Song Ran teased her: "Aren't you living in my second brother's house now? What can I do with this free labor?"