Moer Ye narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the little girl on the sofa. He slightly hooked his thin lips and answered the question at the right time: "Two thousand."
Ling Kexin looked at the information on the coffee table, reached out and flipped through it, then curled her lips and cursed in a low voice: "Huang Shiren!"
Her voice was very soft, but the two men in the office had very good ears. Mo Ye naturally knew what she meant by scolding, but Chen Gang didn't realize it for a moment and asked doubtfully: "Miss Ling, does this have anything to do with Huang Shiren?"
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"Yes." Ling Kexin nodded seriously and pointed her finger, "Go ask your question, Mr. Mo."
Chen Gang was startled for a moment, then his head turned and he understood, "Haha... Miss Ling, you think it's too little, that's fine! Mr. Mo will give you 2,000 yuan, and I will give you 2,000 yuan. How about a total of 4,000 yuan?"
"How many servings?"
"Three servings."
"Then six thousand, two thousand each." She knew how to bargain.
Mo Ye stared at her. Is this little goblin starting to become shrewd?
Chen Gang clapped his hands and sealed the deal before Mo Ye agreed: "Okay, just six thousand, Miss Ling, you can translate here, I'll go out for a while." After Chen Gang said that, he ran out, as if he was escaping.
Ling Kexin sat on the sofa and straightened her posture, picked up a document and read it, then rummaged around on the coffee table strangely, picked up a piece of Chinese printing paper, and found that one of the documents had been translated, and another
It is also very simple to translate the second copy. If Chen Gang did it, it would probably be completed in two hours.
However, there are a lot of professional terms in the information, which is not easy for Ling Kexin.
She raised her head and looked at Mo Ye at the desk. His lips were moving. It was obvious that he was eating. Ling Kexin put down the documents, got up and walked over.
"I'll lend you your computer," she said calmly.
More Ye raised his eyes and said calmly, "No, I want to use it."
Ling Kexin tilted her head to look at the computer screen and found that he was browsing the Sina website. The content he clicked on turned out to be the gossip of a well-known star. She couldn't help but snorted: "Is this what you read during working hours?"
"I want you to take care of it."
Ling Kexin choked, that's right, who is she? Is it her turn to take care of the big devil's affairs? However, if it involves her own interests, she, Ling Kexin, has to talk about it.
"I have something to discuss with you." She changed the topic.
"Say." He seemed patient.
"Let's talk about wages again."
Mo Ye thought he heard wrongly, frowned and looked up at her, "What did you say? Salary? Didn't Chen Gang just say I would give you six thousand?"
"This six thousand is extra overtime pay."
More Ye's phoenix eyes swayed, and he slowly leaned back on the chair, folding his arms in a leisurely manner, "You mean, I have to pay you every month?"
"yes."
"Hey, little goblin, haven't you mentioned this question before? The answer is - impossible!"
"Mo Ye," Ling Kexin clenched her gums tightly, feeling very angry and said sadly, "I just go out to sell and make a lot of money in a month. Why did I...be treated like that by you? Not only did you not give me a
To share the living expenses, do you still want me to raise three million to pay you back?"
"Didn't I say that your mother still owes us a bigger debt..." Mo Ye suddenly stopped, and it seemed that he could not say the next words.
"I know that my mother owes you a lot of money, but since you ask me to pay off the debt, you have to tell me how much you will pay every month!"
"Are you bothered by the old talk again?" Moor Ye frowned, seemingly unhappy.
Seeing that he had no room for negotiation, Ling Kexin felt aggrieved for a moment, her mouth tightened, and tears filled her eyes. However, she didn't want to cry in front of this man at this time, so she turned around, her back to Mo Ye.
"It's not fair, I don't think it's fair anyway." She was muttering, with a cry in her voice.
More Ye was silent. After a minute, he said: "You forgot, you destroyed a vase of mine, a banana tree, and beat my head to bleed..."
"What about you?" Ling Kexin turned around suddenly and stared at him with tears in her eyes, "You hurt me, have you forgotten?"
Mo Ye felt suffocated and opened his mouth, speechless.
Ling Kexin bit her lip and felt that her tears were about to fall out of her eyes. She immediately raised her head and suppressed the tears back to her stomach. Then she raised her hand to wipe her face and said firmly: "No matter how you deal with me, I want you today."
Give me justice!"
The corner of Mo Ye's mouth twitched... The little fairy, it seems that she is really getting smarter and more persistent.
"We have a contract." He hummed softly to remind her.
"That's not equal, you forced me to do it!"
"Then what do you want?" Seeing her yelling at him aggrievedly, he actually raised his lips and smiled.
Ling Kexin wiped her face again, feeling unsure and unable to figure out what he was thinking, so she said in a low voice: "Just give me a number and I'll be satisfied."
"How about one hundred thousand a year?"
Ling Kexin dazzled, one hundred thousand? The number is not small, but it will take twenty or thirty years to pay off three million?
"More." Her fingers began to twist the corners of her shirt, as if an employee was embarrassed to ask the boss for a raise.
"How greedy!" Mo Ye curled his lips, leaned over, and looked at her face, "Then tell me, come up with a number."
Ling Kexin pondered for a while, carefully looked into the man's eyes, took a cautious step back, and then raised a finger.
"Ten thousand a month?" Moor Ye blinked, feeling quite at ease.
Ling Kexin shook her head and continued to wiggle one finger. Seeing that Mo Ye frowned and didn't understand, she had no choice but to open her ten fingers.
"One hundred thousand a month?" Mo Ye was dumbfounded.
"Okay?" Ling Kexin asked carefully.
"Pah!" Moor Ye slapped the table and stood up, pointing at Ling Kexin angrily and ridiculously, "Go out and ask where there is a maid who gets a salary of 100,000 yuan a month."
"I'm different. You don't just let me do the work of a maid." She was still reasonable.
However, she does make sense, doesn't she?
Mo Ye understands very well, but he just doesn't want to accept it. This little goblin is very smart. She gets more than one million a year, plus she usually does some other work, and sells all the clothes he bought her.
After saving up, she would most likely be able to pay off his debt in two years.
"Do you... think of yourself as for sale?" This sentence should make her restrain herself.
Unexpectedly, these words hurt Ling Kexin's self-esteem. She cleared her eyes and glared at Mo Ye: "If I really sell, I will never sell it to a man like you! Not at this price!"
Wow, your tone is not small, it also hurt a certain man.
His handsome eyes narrowed and he looked at Ling Kexin coldly. It took him a long time to say: "What did you say? Don't sell it to me? Am I so unworthy in your eyes?"
"Yes, because you are cold and domineering, without any humanity at all. You are domineering and do whatever you want just because you are rich and powerful...I, I, I won't give examples." Ling Kexin's voice dropped because she saw Mo Ye's eyes.
The condensation became darker and darker, the cool lips trembled slightly, angry lines seemed to appear on the forehead, and even the black hair on the top of the head seemed to stand upside down.
Well, as a person, you need to know how to look at people's faces, know how to stop in moderation, and know how to retreat when difficulties arise... So, Ling Kexin shut her mouth smartly, then walked to the sofa and sat down, picked up a document, and pretended to be serious.
Start translating diligently.
Mo Ye saw that she "knowingly" retreated, and the anger that crossed his chest could no longer be vented. He closed his eyes, feeling confused.
Was she wrong? No, at least that was the superficial impression he gave her.
But why? After being together for such a long time, she didn't realize that he was essentially good at all?
He was wrong, and his attitude towards her was very wrong, but every time he made a mistake, he felt regretful and distressed, and he also made some small compensations. Why did she ignore it?
I'm afraid everything is because there is a man in her heart - He Xiaoxiao.
For the next two hours or so, in addition to the rustling of documents in the office, the sound of Mor Ye occasionally opening his mouth and clearing his throat, the sound of the secretary coming in to make tea, or the ringing of the phone...the two of them could no longer be heard.
Bickering voices.
More Ye sat on a large chair and looked at the sky outside the window. The black curtain was slowly covering the city, and the neon lights and shadows were scattered in the floating clouds, creating a colorful beauty.
The lights in the office were also on, and the bell for getting off work had already passed. However, Chen Gang never came in. Mo Ye raised his hand to look at his watch and understood the intention of his subordinate.
The cell phone sounded sweet music again. Mo Ye glanced at the little maid with her head buried on the coffee table, and then picked up: "Hello..."
"Darling, the dinner has been arranged, why haven't you gotten off work yet?" It was Chu Tianyu.
"I work overtime."
"Darling, my parents are here. This is the first welcome dinner."
"You guys eat first, don't wait for me."
After closing the line, Mor Ye turned off the computer, then walked to the sofa and kicked Ling Kexin's shoes, "Hey, is the translation ready?"
"No." Ling Kexin didn't even raise her head.
"Can you do it?"
"No, no... why do you want me to translate?" Ling Kexin drew a line on the paper, "This is for you. You must know that if you know how to be considerate of the difficulties of migrant workers, you can fill it in yourself."
Morye glanced at the paper... Dizzy, what kind of translation is she? She replaced all the professional terms with "o" or "x". The manuscript looked obscure and endless.
Reverie xxoo.
"Little goblin, I don't think you can get even six hundred yuan, let alone six thousand yuan." Moor Ye was so angry that he threw the manuscript on the coffee table.