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Chen Weiwei rushed out of the box in a sorry state. He originally wanted to just forget about anything happening, but he didn't expect the manager to follow her out. He forcefully pulled her back and didn't let her go.

"Chen Weiwei, I'm just asking you to have a drink or two, not just having you accompany me for a bit. Is there really a need to walk away like this?"

The manager, Old Yang, asked her with an expression as though he couldn't even handle such a small matter. Chen Weiwei had mixed feelings about it and made it clear, "Now we're having two drinks, don't we need three?" Didn't the manager just see it? His claws just touched my thighs, and almost touched my butt! "

"It's not that serious. Didn't I touch your butt? You think you can lose 2 taels of flesh just by touching your leg? "

"If it's only two taels of meat, I won't bring it up." Chen Weiwei was jabbering away.

Old Yang: "You, you, you …" After a long while, she looked like a fool, "What should I say about you? Don't you know how important this customer is to us? [You only have to drink two cups of wine and sign the order for a few million? Are you f * * king stupid?] Do you know how to settle debts? "

Chen Weiwei immediately went straight to the point. "I'm just not stupid, okay?" What does it have to do with me that you signed a few million yuan order? "I don't even know how to calculate the debt. I'm just a mere clerk who does odd jobs. How much money can I get for a few million?"

Old Yang quickly pulled her along and coaxed her on, "Alright, this order is signed. I'll give you a bonus. How about this much?"

Looking at Old Yang's two fingers, Chen Weiwei cast a glance at him, "I say, manager, you should keep these 2000 yuan for your own care. Maybe next time you meet a rich woman, you'll be the one to take fancy to. Maybe that Director Wang inside will also be a man, right?"

Hearing this, Old Yang's face turned from green to purple, but she suppressed her anger and followed her, trying to curry favor with her. "Another five hundred yuan should be enough, right?"

Chen Weiwei got annoyed and stood there, saying, "If my husband finds out that I'm drinking for a mere 2000 yuan …" I … I don't want to live anymore! "

"Chen Weiwei, what's more than 2,000 yuan?" Two thousand and five hundred dollars is about enough for a month's salary.

Chen Weiwei was a rascal. "I'm sure my husband will be number one!" "Love your husband the most, next is delicious food!"

Old Yang's superior's temper exploded. "Fine, then f * cking resign tomorrow. Don't do it anymore!"

Chen Weiwei gaped in astonishment. "Manager, aren't you going too far?"

She must have a job, or else how could she lift her head in front of Beitang Bing in the future?

As the two of them were talking, Director Wang stumbled out of the private room. "Little Chen, I've been waiting for you for a long time. So this is where you are now. Hurry, let's continue our toast."

Chen Weiwei was forcefully dragged inside by two people.

At the corner, a handsome man had just come out of the washroom. Wasn't that back Chen Weiwei? The voice belonged to her, right?

He took a puff on his cigarette and walked towards the VIP private room. Pushing the door open, he heard the laughter of men and women. Young Master Han smiled and walked towards a corner of the private room.

The man in the corner had a handsome face with distinct contours. He wore a black custom-made shirt, and his entire body exuded an ice-cold aura. None of the surrounding makeup girls dared to step forward and obediently stayed by the side.

Han Shaozheng waved to the woman and sat down next to Beitang Bing. He leaned his back against the sofa, crossed his legs and stretched them out on the table. He took another drag on his cigarette and asked, "Guess who I saw at the door?"