Slag Girl Illustrated Book

"Then you can talk about things, I'll go up." She kissed the corner of Yan Fufeng's mouth and was about to get up.

"good."

Yan Fufeng helped her put on and take off her shoes before letting people go.

Mo Huiyu also came here with the help of the Lu family.

After all, Yan Fufeng’s report will be held by the media when the court is in session. Someone will definitely notice that it will affect Qianqian. One hundred million can be compensated, but he does not want to make such a big mess, and if he sees it, he will ease it. It would be better to be able to shake hands and make peace.

"Mr. Yan." Mo Huiyu went to the village to follow the customs, and everyone here calls him that way.

"Mr. Mo."

Both people are looking at each other quietly.

Mo Huiyu is also indifferent to the outside world, but his indifference is a bit aggressive. It's just that in the business field, he is unexpectedly sleek. He has a degree of advancing and retreating, and his smile is just right, but if he is asked to catch a loophole, Surely a piece of human flesh will be torn off severely.

Yan Fufeng's cold is as plain as water, not very obvious, but endless. There are no dead ends at any time, his eyebrows are sharp, and there is vague hostility. When his eyes are hanging slightly, it makes people feel that he has been cut away. Seven emotions and six desires in the world.

Lin Dong came over to make tea.

"What kind of tea does Mr. Mo usually drink?" Lin Dong naturally asked Mo Yuyu first in terms of hospitality.

"Bi Luochun, thank you."

"You are polite."

Yan Fufeng has a lot of tea here, mainly because his children love tea, and they usually drink several kinds of tea outside.

Mo Huiyu saw a small black jar placed in the middle.

"What kind of tea is this?" He hadn't seen it before.

Lin Dong replied: "This is Huafo tea, tea from Yunnan."

This was brought back when Liu Ye and Miss Ruan Ruan went there to play.

"Very rare." Mo Huiyu smiled.

Winter's movements were very quick, and he was ready quickly.

Put a cup in front of one person.

Mo Huiyu raised his head to look at Yan Fufeng.

"I'm not going around with Mr. Yan anymore. I came here this time for my sister. Qianqian originally signed a 10-year contract with Moruo, but we changed the agreement three years ago." It's not worth mentioning, but Moro was bought by Yan Fufeng, and the matter became muddled as soon as he took action.

"Don't know that before Party A agrees, Party B shall not change jobs at will, and if the termination contract is not mailed within three working days, it will automatically be renewed." Yan Fufeng's voice also carried a hint of lightness. .

This kind of human-blooded bun-style contract is actually a routine of many online literature companies. The author has signed a five-year contract, just like a sales contract. In the first few years, there have been hot searches in the online literature circle because of this kind of weekly contract.

The authors collectively interrupted the situation five to five, and many authors and readers protested, forcing the website to be unable to modify the contract.

The capitalists are all tentatively approaching the author's bottom line.

Turning people into codeword machines with no emotions, the big author is reluctant to make a profit, but the younger author is really desperate, helpless, **** is empty, and the devil is in the world.

This is a very sad thing. For many authors, it is obvious that they liked it at the beginning and wanted to share the story with readers, but then it became a task.

Sitting in front of the computer day and night and typing on the keyboard, consuming my health, I can’t make any money, and I can’t resist the website. The most embarrassing state is that I’m not connected.

Although the website has changed the contract, there are still other big platforms constantly revising the contract.

Hidden routines are still hidden in the contract.

The reason why Mo Qianqian is so tough is because of the Mo family backing him. Although Moro belongs to one of the three giants of novel websites, he still doesn't look at Shang Rongchang enough.

He left after he left, but he never thought that Moro would change the owner.

Originally, Yan Fufeng wouldn't be bothered by this kind of thing, but Ruan Xihe was involved, so Mo Qianqian just hit the muzzle of his gun, but he was unlucky.

"Mr. Yan, I ask you to mention it, and you can pay one hundred million, but I hope that this matter will be private." Mo Huiyu did not expect that Yan Fufeng would be so shameless.

He was not hurriedly twisting the Buddha beads in his hand, and there was no extra expression on his face, which looked like a Buddha statue enshrined in a temple.

Yan Fufeng is not short of money, let alone one hundred million, he just wants to help his little girl out of anger.

So he slightly raised his head to look at Mo Weiyu: "Mr. Mo, Moro is an industry I just acquired. I don't get involved in business management on weekdays. This kind of thing is done by the people below."

To get to this position, everyone is not a fool to each other, Yan Fufeng rejected him.

"Mr. Yan does not look at the monk's face, but also at the Buddha's face. My mother is a daughter of the Lu family. I don't know where Qianqian has offended Mr. Yan. I can apologize to you for her." Mo Wei's eyebrows began to rise. When the irritability came, this person was more oily than he thought.

"She offended my fiancee." Yan Fufeng didn't conceal it, and said openly.

"I don't know if your fiancée can be here, I will make a payment for Qianqian first." Mo Huiyu had a good attitude.

"Winter."

"Liu Ye."

"Ask Ruan Ruan if he can't get down?"

"Yes."

Mo Weiyu was taken aback, Ruan Ruan?

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