"What does the deceased make-up artist do?" Cheng Xueman obviously didn't understand this word, and his face was full of doubts.

"To put it bluntly, it's just to put on makeup for the dead. That time, I went to the funeral home with my friend from the Public Security Bureau and happened to meet her. Not to mention, this girl is really bold and has a high level of makeup. When the dead man passes through her hands, it's the same as falling asleep." Wang Baoyu explained.

Cheng Xueman was already stunned. Perhaps because of his disgusting hearing, he frowned and put it back with a piece of steak that had just been forked, and said, "I really didn't expect that she would deal with dead people all day long. Alas, I still have the same office with her every day, and I was scared to death when I thought about it."

"I think her profession is very noble when letting the deceased leave this world with dignity." Wang Baoyu added.

"That's all fooling people. People really have nowhere to look at them. As long as they have the courage, they can make a lot of money." Cheng Xueman suddenly realized, with a look of contempt on his face.

"This has nothing to do with money. Du Qianqian does not lack food and drink, and she does not waste her spare time. She is all used to work seriously. If I were Mr. Chen, I would also like such girls." Wang Baoyu said seriously.

Cheng Xueman felt funny, giggled and asked, "Baoyu, don't be stupid, that's why Mr. Chen doesn't know. Then I ask you, will you fall in love with such a girl and marry her?"

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Cheng Xueman was stunned, and the smile on her face gradually faded. Finally, she changed into a sincere expression and blinked her eyes and said, "Baoyu, it's all my fault for seeing her wrongly. I apologize to her another day. I was really surprised. I didn't expect Qianqian to be such an excellent girl."

After hearing what Cheng Xueman said, Wang Baoyu was very happy. He felt that Cheng Xueman had changed and had a mind, so he was like a good comrade who had a future of development.

Although Cheng Xueman said this, the 700-minute cooked beef stopped moving. She asked Wang Baoyu: "Baoyu, I know you are not an official anymore. What are your plans in the future."

"Of course it's making money. For me, making money is a piece of cake." Wang Baoyu said arrogantly.

"Linlin's mother can help you." Cheng Xueman seemed to be unintentionally reminded.

"I won't use her money. Look, I'll do it myself, and I won't drive a good car, so I won't have to worry about food and clothing." Wang Baoyu knew what Cheng Xueman meant, and quickly waved his hand.

"What business are you doing? Is it stable to make money?" Cheng Xueman seemed to be disbelieving.

The bull was not bragging much, and he had to continue bragging. Wang Baoyu shook his head and said, "I have made many friends in the past, including those who are engaged in car sales and real estate. I eat and drink with them every few days. Oh, if I hadn't been to earn tens of thousands of yuan every time, I would have been really annoyed."

"Wow, I can earn so much every time." Cheng Xueman looked envious and put the beef to Wang Baoyu, and said with a sweet smile: "Baoyu, I really envy you guys, who are big-minded and passionate in doing things."

"You also study more often. When you are in junior high school, the slogan in front of the class is 'Genius comes from diligence, and knowledge is power'." Wang Baoyu advised.

"Actually, the company's training is an MBA, specialized in corporate management. When this is completed, I will definitely be a leader. However, Mr. Chen still gave this opportunity to Du Qianqian." Speaking of this, Cheng Xueman couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

Wang Baoyu waved his hand and said, "You don't have to point to the company's training, we can learn it ourselves."

"I can't afford the training fee of 200,000 yuan." Cheng Xueman said.

"Your father's annual salary is 500,000 yuan. Just ask him to get some for you." Wang Baoyu said.

Cheng Xueman curled his lips and muttered dissatisfiedly: "You don't know. My father is always thinking about my younger brother now. He is buying a house recently. Moreover, he has to save an education fund for his younger brother. What kind of old is the child? When I was a child, I didn't even have pocket money in my pocket when I went to school, and all the money was ruined by Aunt Ma and his mother."

Wang Baoyu didn't want to get involved in other people's family affairs, so he comforted with a smile: "Sheman, I believe you will definitely have a chance."

"Oh, if I don't participate in this kind of professional management training, I'm afraid I will be a secretary all my life. Du Qianqian will be a manager after she finishes her studies. As for me, Mr. Chen has never liked me very much. If I arrange for me to be a secretary for her, I would be very unwilling to do so." Cheng Xueman sighed, and as he spoke, tears flowed out of the corners of his eyes.

Wang Baoyu looked at it with a distress, and hurriedly pulled over a few tissues and comforted him: "Sheman, this little money is not much, let's all think of a way."

"Baoyu, I think you are doing well now. Can you lend me some?" Cheng Xueman said while wiping his tears.

Wang Baoyu's scalp immediately became numb. He was just bragging. Several friends just asked him to tell fortunes and chat, and had no business dealings. Apart from selling water, Wang Baoyu really didn't know how to make money in the future. But he couldn't stand the girl crying the most, so he still said with a sting: "Well, you can consider it."

"Baoyu, you are so nice. It's all my fault for being blind at the beginning. I'm sorry for you again and again." Cheng Xueman said in surprise.

"You can't say that, I'm wrong, we will always be good friends." Wang Baoyu waved his hand.

"Baoyu, then you lend me 200,000 yuan, and I can also study MBA. When I get back from my studies, my annual salary will reach more than 500,000 yuan, and there are still many millions. I will definitely be able to repay you. Otherwise, if you need people to do business, I will follow you. Hehe, you are a reserve talent." Cheng Xueman laughed.

"What should I do here in the company?" Wang Baoyu asked.

"It's okay, I should be able to take a long vacation." Cheng Xueman said, adding: "Baoyu, I will definitely return the money to you."

Cheng Xueman spoke sincerely, but Wang Baoyu nodded and agreed. Cheng Xueman quickly wrote an account and handed it to him, looking impatient.

Wang Baoyu has long regretted it. It seems that his account is only 160,000 or 70,000 yuan. In fact, he has been saving money recently and has tens of thousands of yuan by selling water. He hopes to collect 200,000 yuan in integers and save them regularly. If he lends them to Cheng Xueman, he will have no idea at all.

Seeing that Wang Baoyu was hesitant, Cheng Xueman asked with his eyelashes flashing and said, "Baoyu, you don't have a fixed income now, if you live a very nervous life..."

"No, this little money is nothing to me anyway." Wang Baoyu immediately patted his chest and said. The man said that once he said something, it was hard to pursue. If he agreed, he could not regret it. What's more, the girl in front of him was his dream lover.

Money is nothing, you can earn it again if you lose it. It’s like a sissy family. After all, it doesn’t look like my style. Who is I? Have you ever lacked money? Wang Baoyu has been comforting himself in his heart, but he still has no mood to eat. After chatting for a while, he asked to go home.
Chapter completed!