After listening to Han Murphy's analysis, Xiaoxiao suddenly understood that even if He Yongming gave all those small favors to her instead of Miao Tingting, he would still have made a huge profit.
Yes, she is stupid and cannot see how much her creativity is worth.
But this doesn't mean that everyone thinks she is so stupid and doesn't know what price the things in her hands should be sold for.
A boss who calculates too accurately will definitely offend countless talented and intelligent employees.
When everyone abandons him, his path to wealth will naturally come to an end.
Seeing that she didn't speak, Han Murphy continued to comfort her: "If you really want to deal with him, I have a good way."
"What, tell me quickly."
"wait."
"wait?"
"Wait for others to take action against him first, and then you watch the show from the side, while secretly adding insult to injury. In this world, when you can borrow a knife to kill someone, you should never do it yourself."
Hearing this, Xiaoxiao raised her head, looked up at Han Murphy, and said, "Murphy, you are so smart, why do you fall in love with a stupid woman like me?"
"It's precisely because of your stupidity that I fell in love with you."
"Why?"
"Because a smart b plots against her man every day, but a stupid b doesn't."
Xiaoxiao was stunned, puffed up her cheeks, gave Han Feifei a hard look, broke away from his arms, crawled back to her seat, and ignored him.
Han Murphy followed, grabbed her wrist, and asked: "Xiaoxiao, do you love me? Tell the truth."
Xiaoxiao turned her head and met Han Murphy's bright and deep eyes at a glance.
For some reason, under his gaze, she forgot to lie and answered honestly: "I don't know."
But, as a person, sometimes you can’t be too honest!
The next moment, she was thrown out of the car by Han Murphy, and of course, her trolley case.
By the time she came to her senses, Han Murphy had already driven away in his Bugatti Veyron Hermès.
At this time, it was 4:03 a.m. Swiss time.
She and her trolley case were abandoned by the shameless man in the open-air parking lot of Basel Airport.
The cold wind blowing from Siberia whistled.
The cement floor under my buttocks was cold.
She sat on the ground and cried for a long time before struggling to stand up, dragging her trolley suitcase and walking towards the airport hall.
After taking just a few steps, she found that her legs had no strength at all.