Pretending to be bankrupt, I was kicked out of the family chat group

At that moment, she seemed to have left this world and became a bystander of this farce, looking at everything indifferently.

Ye Yumo slowly took a sip of red wine, and the wine left a hint of sweetness in his mouth.

She smiled, put down her wine glass gracefully, and patted the hem of her skirt, as if she hadn't heard the old lady's words.

After all, she was just a bystander. Through this farce, she saw the true face of her relatives and became more determined on her own path.

In her eyes, these people are paper tigers and cannot pose any threat to her.

She knew that they couldn't afford to offend her.

And she only needs to keep her own world, continue to be the butterfly watching indifferently, and enjoy the peace and freedom that only belongs to her.

That morning, when sunlight filled the entire office through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, Ye Yumo sat at his desk.

Her brows furrowed slightly, and her focused eyes fell on the documents in front of her.

At this moment, she seemed to have forgotten that the bouquet of roses that made her smile from ear to ear in the morning was next to her, and she was focused on the document containing the latest design plan for "Happy Match".

"Zhang Han, you're here." Ye Yumo looked up, looked away from the document, smiled slightly, and greeted the visitor.

Zhang Han, 1.8 meters tall, thin, with a slightly artistic temperament, is one of Ye Yumo's talents and is responsible for the design of "Happy Xiaoxiaole".

He held a laptop in his hand, opened the door, and looked at Ye Yumo with some confusion.

"Mr. Ye, why do I feel that your revision speed is faster than my design speed?" Zhang Han looked at Ye Yumo and smiled awkwardly, but there was nothing he could do about it.

In this fast-paced urban life, he has become accustomed to Ye Yumo's impatience.

However, this also gave him a sense of urgency and enabled him to continuously explore his potential and design more novel and interesting game levels.

Ye Yumo smiled and shook his head, tapping his fingers lightly on the table with a smile on his lips: "The more levels of Xiaoxiao Le are designed, the happier everyone will have. This is also the reason for "Happy Xiaoxiao Le" "One of the reasons why it is so popular."

Her words made Zhang Han a little stunned. It seemed that he was really procrastinating.

He stared at Ye Yumo with his eyes widened, and nodded slightly to show that he understood what Ye Yumo meant.

He scratched his head and said with a smile: "Mr. Ye, don't worry, I will seize the time to design more levels, and I won't let you down."

After saying that, he looked down at the laptop in his hand, opened the level plans that were being designed, and decided to immediately speed up the design progress to bring more fun to the players.

Ye Yumo nodded with satisfaction, looking at Zhang Han's busy back, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

She has a hunch that the next "Happy Xiaoxiaole" will become more exciting, and all of this is inseparable from Zhang Han's efforts.

Of course, it would also be inseparable from her own guidance.

In Ye Yumo's office, the sparse sunlight lazily falls on the floor-to-ceiling windows filled with green plants.

Today, Ye Yumo did not have too much leisure to enjoy this quiet afternoon. She was discussing some business issues in depth with the visiting Zhang Han.

"Zhang Han, you are really too slow in spending money!" Ye Yumo glanced at Zhang Han and said expressionlessly.

These words were like a bubble bomb, detonating in the small office, making Zhang Han's face turn pale in an instant.

His hands trembled slightly on the table, trying to resist this sudden accusation.

"I...I have tried my best, Miss Ye." Zhang Han's voice was trembling, "The update of "Happy Xiaoxiaole" is almost reaching its limit."

Ye Yumo listened to Zhang Han's explanation quietly, as if these reasons were just a passing thought to her.

Her eyes were still calm, as if nothing in the world could move her.

"No, you misunderstood what I meant." Ye Yumo said slowly, "I'm not questioning your work efficiency, I'm reminding you that you need to seize the time and design more matching levels. .

You know, for our users, their thirst for novelty is insatiable. "

Zhang Han was stunned. He looked at Ye Yumo blankly, as if he had seen a brand new world.

"I...I understand, Miss Ye." Zhang Han immediately stood up and saluted Ye Yumo with an almost military etiquette, "I will go back and start working immediately, and I will not let you down." !”

Ye Yumo nodded slightly, expressing satisfaction.

Then, she reached out and took out a bank transfer form from the desk drawer, with the number 100 million written on it.

"This is a testimony of my trust in you. I believe you can do it." Ye Yumo said lightly.

Zhang Han was stunned when he saw this scene.

He stared at the transfer bill, feeling overwhelmed with emotion, 100 million! Such a huge number was instantly unacceptable to him.

He stared blankly at Ye Yumo, the transfer form swaying in front of his eyes, as if it was a intersection of reality and fantasy.

This world is indeed unpredictable.

Zhang Han took a deep breath and nodded vigorously, "I will do my best to live up to your expectations!"

On that scorching afternoon, Zhang Han's heart was filled with new determination and hope.

Zhang Han was so excited that he felt like a fire was poured with a bucket of kerosene, and he couldn't suppress it no matter what.

The woman in front of him was like his angel and benefactor. She not only provided him with financial support, but also gave him some advice, making him full of hope for the future.

Ye Yumo sat on the high-end leather sofa, leaning slightly on the wide backrest, lazily and elegantly.

Her narrow eyes reveal intelligence, and she always seems to be able to penetrate people's hearts and see their true nature.

She gently lifted the coffee cup and pursed her lips slightly, as if savoring the taste of life.

"Zhang Han, I think your project has great potential," Ye Yumo said softly, "I hope you can make full use of the 100 million and make your project the best it can be."

Zhang Han looked at her, his eyes full of admiration and gratitude, "Miss Ye, I will definitely cherish this opportunity, and I will not let you down!"

Ye Yumo nodded slightly and looked at him, as if assessing his determination.

In this way, 100 million in funds and those opinions were like a key that opened the door to a new world, allowing Zhang Han to see a brand new world.

Ye Yumo looked at his leaving figure, a glimmer of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

She knew that Zhang Han was a man with potential, and the funds and opinions she gave only allowed his potential to be fully unleashed.