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After Sister Song stopped her account, she angrily and helplessly questioned her, “Ji Chu He, tell me what you are doing? What benefits can you get from swearing at netizens just for the sake of momentary pleasure?!”
“It feels good.”
“Ah??”
Ji Chu He laughed and said, “I feel refreshed after swearing at people…”
“Beep, beep-“
Sister Song was so angry that she directly hung up the phone, but Ji Chu He was indeed feeling refreshed.
Without any pain, she even had a good sleep for the first time in a long time.
The only flaw was that the next morning, when Ji Chu He was still in a sweet dream, she was woken up by phone calls one after another.
Like a lingering ghost, Ji Chu He hung up one call with her eyes closed, and immediately another one called up.
Ji Chu He finally couldn’t stand it anymore and sat up with a hammer on the quilt. Being woken up from her sweet dreams, her resentment was greater than that of a ghost who had died in vain for a hundred years.
As soon as the call was connected, the male voice on the other end respectfully asked, “Miss Ji, why haven’t you come here yet? We are already at work.”
Ji Chu He couldn’t stand the word “work” and would instantly get stressed out when she heard it.
“Other people go to work only in the daytime but I have to work at night too. After drinking the wine, I need time to sober up. Why should I come to work if I am still not sober?”
“… If I miss a day of work, you can ask the HR department to deduct 200 yuan from my salary. I am not a stingy person. I know how to save and spend money.”
Ji Chu He spoke like a machine gun, and after hanging up the phone, Ji Chu He’s little head slowly began to turn, and she squinted sleepily to look at the notes.
Secretary Zhang.
Qi Bei Mo’s secretary and special assistant, and one of the few people who knew about her contractual relationship with Qi Bei Mo.
It’s funny to say that Qi Bei Mo knew that the support agreement was not legally effective, so he signed an additional labor contract with the original owner.
The original owner worked as his personal assistant, with a salary of 100,000 yuan a month, and she had to pay a penalty of 1 million yuan for breach of contract.
Remembering this, Ji Chu He was so angry that her teeth itched— Damn, you capitalists.
On the other hand, Secretary Zhang was stunned by Ji Chu He’s words.
In the spacious and bright office, Qi Bei Mo sat in a chair, holding a fountain pen in his hand, tapping the sandalwood table from time to time.
While pretending to be indifferent, he asked, “What did she say? Does she know she was wrong yesterday?”
After hearing the question, Secretary Zhang came back to his senses. While recalling the last words Ji Chu He said before hanging up the phone, he lowered his head and stuttered, “Miss Ji said, she said…”
Qi Bei Mo impatiently frowned and asked, “What?”
Secretary Zhang took a deep breath, quickly closed his eyes, imitated Ji Chu He’s tone, and loudly shouted, “Miss Ji said she wasn’t sober and she didn’t want to come to work today. The HR department can deduct money from her salary. She is not a stingy person!”
After shouting, Secretary Zhang suddenly felt that a sense of depression suddenly seemed to dissipate from his heart.
Huh? Does he also have resentment about going to work?! Yes, who the hell doesn’t hate going to work??
Getting up early every day, coming to work and finally when he takes a vacation, his shoes are about to be worn out by a call from the boss.
Angry.
Thinking about his miserable life, Secretary Zhang clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.
But suddenly, he heard his boss chuckle, saying, “She’s really tough. Let’s see how long she can hold on.”
Secretary Zhang immediately came back to his senses.
Although Miss Ji’s words were indeed infuriatingly true, he still couldn’t lose this job. After all, the money given by President Qi was too much.
Unlike Ji Chu He, who could keep his word, Secretary Zhang could only compromise.
After being woken up by Secretary Zhang’s call, Ji Chu He lay back on the bed, but couldn’t fall asleep again.
She got up with enough resentment to feed ten immortals to her evil sword. When she looked at the time, it was already half past nine.
Ji Chu He wanted to order takeout, but when she thought of the stir-fried pork rice that could only be repaid in 24 installments, she immediately gave up the idea.
After searching in the small one-bedroom apartment, Ji Chu He finally found a pack of instant noodles from the refrigerator.
After making it, Ji Chu He took the bowl and sat at the coffee table in the living room, turned on the TV to make some noise, and ate while browsing her phone.