Spear Teacher

Finally, under the guidance of the teachers, Jiang Qiyu returned Qi Yu's 100,000 yuan.

【Spear pierces shit and pierces whoever dies: [100,000 yuan has been returned]】

And, she insisted on implementing the contents of "Fishing Secrets" and left him this message:

【Spear pierces shit and pierces whoever dies: It's late, I'm going to bed first, see you tomorrow. 】

"Hmm..."

Looking at this passage, Jiang Qiyu smiled with satisfaction:

"Very cold, very contrasting."

After saying that, she directly exited WeChat to maintain her mystery.

It's just that she is mysterious.

Qi Yu on the opposite side looked at her contrasting sentence [It's late, I'm going to bed first, see you tomorrow] and couldn't help but look solemn.

"Zhao Jin."

"Ah?"

"If I'm not mistaken... it seems to be six o'clock in the afternoon now."

"This..." Zhao Jin turned his head to look at the still bright sky outside, and nodded slowly:

"It seems to be..."

"Then she..."

Qi Yu didn't plan to hide it, and tilted the screen in his hand to the side:

"'Very late' means exactly how late it is, you analyze it."

"Hiss..."

Zhao Jin looked embarrassed, but after hesitating for a moment, he spoke seriously:

"I think this 'very' indicates the degree, 'late' indicates the time, and this 'already' is an auxiliary tone - sorry, Mr. Qi, I really can't make it up anymore."

Although he is single now, he also had a pure first love when he was in school, and he still knows a little about girls' minds.

When a girl says "I'm going to take a shower", "I'm going to bed", "My mom called me to eat", they all mean the same thing:

"Look at what you said, can anyone follow it?"

But he didn't dare to say it so bluntly to his boss, so he could only grin and show a smile that was uglier than crying, and said euphemistically:

"Boss Qi, Miss Jiang... doesn't want to talk to you anymore?"

"..."

Obviously, Qi Yu, who has never eaten pork but has seen pigs run, also understands this.

The man's eyes were solemn, and he looked at the mobile phone that was already off and was held between his fingers, with a gloomy expression.

Zhao Jin felt that the air around him became condensed, and he couldn't help but recall the last time this happened.

It was two years ago when Boss Qi had just returned to China to take over the branch company and was jointly questioned by the group directors because of his airborne arrival.

"Qi... Mr. Qi,"

He really couldn't stand this kind of psychological pressure, and he tried to persuade:

"In fact, it may not be--"

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the man's low voice:

"Zhao Jin."

Qi Yu spoke, his already cold face became more serious at this time, and his brain, which usually controlled the economic lifeline, was spinning rapidly.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was an old capitalist:

"Do you think I should give her another five million?"

"Boss Qi..."

Swallowing the words "Why don't you look at me? I can do that too" that almost came out of his mouth, Zhao Jin paused and carefully probed:

"Didn't you say before... that you don't bother to throw money at people?"

Thinking back to the past, the young master's words were still echoing in his ears:

(How on earth did I come up with such a stupid idea of ​​giving her three million to pretend to pursue me to hype up a couple?)

(Formal pursuit, what does that three million mean?)

(I, Qi Yu, like anyone, but I'm not so useless as to throw money at people.)

(Five million is just an endorsement fee, the company's normal budget expenditure, how can this be considered throwing money?)

(Transferring 50,000 to her CCB card number... 50,000 is also called throwing money? Have you never seen money?)

Thinking of this, although Zhao Jin still looked serious on the surface, he began to mutter in his heart

I had advised her at the beginning that the three million yuan could not be regretted. It was the young master himself who said that he was pursuing her formally and was unwilling to use money to attack her.

Why is he contradicting himself now?

Qi Yu certainly didn't know what Zhao Jin was thinking. Facing the doubts, he did not say anything, which was unusual.

He just frowned and looked calm:

"You don't understand. The situation is getting more and more serious now..."

Regardless of who she wanted to talk to, just talking about the fact that Jiang Qiyu didn't accept his transfer just now, he felt that he couldn't wait any longer.

He could compete fairly in other matters, but he couldn't afford to lose this matter.

Boiling a frog in warm water is useless for people like Jiang Qiyu who only eat oil and salt in their mouths and don't remember anything in their brains.

It was all because of his own enthusiasm that others didn't take it to heart.

Although giving money is not the best way, it seems to be the most effective way now.

Qi Yu comforted himself:

In fact, she likesWhat's the difference between my money and the people who like me?

It's just money, just make more and give her more.

"......"

Zhao Jin looked at the man who was looking down and thinking about countermeasures, and couldn't help but start to fantasize in his mind...

If he wasn't a troublemaker who smoked and drank and hated the smell, but a real overlord who controlled the lifeline of the global economy.

At this moment, when faced with such a difficult situation, he would definitely walk slowly to the French window and light a cigarette.

With red eyes, he looked at the lights of thousands of houses in the distance, exhaled heavily in the swirling smoke, and said with a tone of three parts cold and three parts affection:

"Woman, what should I do with you..."

......

"You say..."

Qi Yu wanted to ask Zhao Jin if there was any good way for him to give the money out legitimately, but turned around and saw him looking at the window with a silly smile on his face.

"Tsk...what are you thinking about?"

"Ah...ah?"

Zhao·Secretary Jin immediately came online, and with years of experience in helping the young master, he accurately found out his worries:

"You want to ask, how can I give money so that people can't find fault?"

Qi Yu nodded.

Giving her a check is too stupid, and the bank will check if you transfer it directly, but if you give cash...

Five million, in cash?

His evaluation is brain stem deficiency.

Thinking of this, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Secretary Zhao who was smiling professionally:

"What good ideas do you have?"

"Hehe, Mr. Qi, you asked the right person now."

Zhao Jin was waiting for him to ask questions. Hearing this, he immediately laughed twice with confidence, and bent over mysteriously to get close to him:

"You do this and that... and then do that and that... In the end, won't it be..."

"..."

After listening to his suggestion, Qi Yu frowned suspiciously, and after hesitating for a while, he slowly nodded:

"That's the only way..."

Looking at the young master who was trapped in love, Zhao·Butler·Jin, who was acting again, smiled like an aunt again:

"The young master has finally grown up..."

"What did you say?"

Qi Yu noticed something was wrong and glared at him.

Zhao Jin immediately lowered his head:

"I said Mr. Qi, you should go back early, because you still have a photo shoot with Miss Jiang tomorrow."