Leaving her in the office, he ran off to meetings and to meet clients.
Occasionally when he is idle in the office, his desk is always piled with files and a lot of information waiting for him to look at.
"It turns out that being a gangster/society boss requires you to sign documents just like being a president." Yang Taotao lazily flipped through his folder.
Next to it were some plums to satisfy her cravings. She popped one into her mouth and continued to dig through his drawer.
Even though Qi Yifeng looks handsome, his desk is as messy as a doghouse.
Things are not sorted, some are placed here and some are placed somewhere, and it takes a long time to find a pen.
So she took the initiative to clean him up.
Qi Yifeng was driven to the sofa opposite her, with her legs on the coffee table and the documents on her lap, just reading them.
After reading it, if you have no questions, sign it for confirmation.
"Do you think being a gangster/society boss means killing people? That's too unskilled." Qi Yifeng glanced at her with a smile in his eyes: "We now pay attention to investment returns, and there are many ways to make money besides killing people.
Business can be done.”
"Then what's your business?"
"There are small businesses such as foot massage sauna bars, and other investments in real estate and stocks, and venture capital is involved in everything."
"Oh, this is no different from a businessman."
"We are more unscrupulous and unscrupulous than businessmen." Someone said.
"Tch." Yang Taotao sneered at him.
Qi Yifeng looked at her, with a deeper smile on his lips.
Star Taotao moved all the things in the drawer onto the table and put them back in categories.
The first drawer contains valuables, such as the ten-thousand-dollar watch he threw there casually, as well as keys with official seals and so on.
The second drawer holds paper and pens, the third drawer holds important documents, and the fourth drawer holds miscellaneous items.
She looked at the remaining things carefully, and found that some were yellowed notes. She asked him if he wanted more, and if he didn't, she threw them away.
Some of the envelopes were opened, and inside they were checks worth tens of thousands of dollars, and some contained documents, contracts, and the like.
"You should hire a secretary, your place is too messy."
"It's not messy, I remember what I put there."
"Look, there's 20,000 yuan here, and there's cockroach poop in it, and you still say you remember it."
"Oh, that seems to be the rent collected half a year ago, I forgot..., hey."
"Look, he said he remembered." Yang Taotao counted the cash and put it into another bag, and found several envelopes one after another, all containing small amounts of cash: "I think these are at least 70,000 to 80,000 yuan. If someone else takes them away,
What should I do? What should I do if I can’t keep up with the accounts?”
"Hey, if you can't do it right, you can't do it right. Anyway, you don't have much money."
"Ten thousand yuan is not much?"
"Not much."
Yang Taotao was about to vomit blood, so she glared at him: "Then leave it to me."
"Okay, I'll give it to you." He replied heartlessly and cheerfully, not taking the money as money at all.
She was so angry that she rolled her eyes at him: "I know you are rich."
"My wealthy wife." He quickly said politely.
"Not shy." She chuckled.
However, her smile froze immediately, and her eyes fell on the photo on her finger.
This photo, which she took out from the envelope, was already a little yellowed, and she didn't know how long it had been there.
The girl in the photo is only about ten years old and has beautiful features. She is nestled in the arms of young Qi Yifeng. The smiles on their faces are very pure and genuine.
They looked so dazzling, frozen in their youth and frivolity.