Help! The fat daughter has a billion-point vest after breaking up

"Miss Bai, I'll say it straight. I've already fired Mo Mingli. Now the auction house is leaderless. I'd like to ask you to take charge. How about an annual salary of 1000 million?"

The voice is as pleasant as ever, warm and low.

It's like lingering love words, whispering in your ears.

Bai Qian couldn't help but scratch her ears.

This blessing is a bit hard to enjoy. It makes people feel uncomfortable.

The special assistant standing at the door shuddered when he heard this, thinking he was hallucinating.

Not to mention whether Bai Qian, a little girl who has just reached adulthood, can manage such a large auction venue. Even if she can, the annual salary is too high.

It's just giving away money for free.

Could it be...

The special assistant glanced at Bai Qian's chubby and plump body, and then looked at his master's face as beautiful as the breeze and the bright moon. There is really no harm without comparison.

Could it be that the master likes this?

The taste is a bit too strong.

Bai Qian abandoned the sonic attack.

It must be said that this man's voice was a little too nice. And the niceness was not the point. The point was that she seemed to have heard this voice somewhere before.

It seems familiar, lingering and long,

It seems like traveling through time and space, and the world has changed dramatically.

Bai Qian shook her head, getting rid of those irrelevant thoughts and started talking about business.

Ten million? She raised her eyebrows.

This is too little. Keeping her for a year for only 1,000 million is not worth it, absolutely not worth it.

She loves freedom the most, she is unrestrained and loves freedom.

No matter how nice this man's voice is, he can never tie her up.

You can outsource it to someone, and they'll fight over it if they offer $50. Perfect.

However, Bai Qian looked at Mo Liancheng.

This man was unfathomable and difficult for her to figure out, and he gave her a vague sense of danger.

It was like there was a time bomb around her at any time, and she didn't like this feeling.

Instead of making wild guesses, it is better to take the initiative and take the initiative.

Only when you know yourself and your enemy can you win every battle.

"Well, Mr. Mo, we can sign a bet agreement. If I can make Yecheng Company earn 30 billion yuan a year, I will get 50% of the shares of this auction house and antique street. How about it?"

She just wants to ask for a lot. If you can't afford it, don't play.

No matter how well-mannered the young special assistant was, he still gritted his teeth when he heard this. This was simply shameless.

Wait, 30 billion a year? When Mo Mingli was here, it was only 10 billion, which was already the maximum. Is this fat girl still asleep?

What if there is no 30 billion a year? The little assistant looked at Bai Qian from head to toe, inside and out, and always felt that the most valuable thing on her body was her fat. What was the point of their master coming here?

Looking at Bai Qian's facial features, she might become a great beauty if she lost weight. Unfortunately, their master was not a lustful person, and he was not interested in women, so he could not even think about marrying her.

Bai Qian seemed to have heard the little assistant's thoughts, and continued, "If my annual profit doesn't reach 30 billion, I won't have money, but I will have a person.

I will leave this person to Mr. Mo to deal with."

Of course, she was just joking.

Bai Qian can have nothing except money, because without money she will feel insecure. In one year, she will have assets of 30 billion, not to mention 300 billion.

Failure, non-existence.

Mo Liancheng's flawless white earlobe gradually turned red, from the tip to the base of the ear.

But the expression on his face remained gentle, without a trace of emotion.

The red lips moved, and two words came out: "Deal."

It's like plucking the strings of a musical instrument twice, melodious and graceful, a blessing to the ears.

The tone was no different from before, as if he was talking about the weather, with the calm demeanor of a man with a feather fan and a royal turban, pointing out the world's problems.

This time Bai Qian was a little surprised.

What was even more unexpected was the little special assistant. The poor little special assistant almost jumped up.

If Bai Qian succeeds, 50% of the shares would be equivalent to giving the Mo family's assets in Yecheng to Bai Qian for free.

Although the industry in Yecheng is just a drop in the bucket of the entire family, there is no business without fraud, so giving it away for free is not too...that.

If it fails, that would be even more incredible. If Bai Qian gets the master's people, then wouldn't that mean the entire Mo Group is in her pocket?

The little special assistant seemed to have discovered a very important secret. He shrank his neck, hunched his shoulders, and tried his best to lower his presence for fear of being silenced.

Soon, a secretary wearing a professional suit and hip skirt came in with a contract.

The female secretary handed a document to Mo Liancheng with both hands, but she leaned a little too close.

He handed another document to Bai Qian who was sitting opposite him with both hands, but he bent over a little too much, and his butt was raised a little high.

Mo Liancheng kept his eyes straight the whole time.

Until he saw Bai Qian took the contract, he said coldly: "Get out. Pay her the financial bill and leave."

The last sentence was addressed to the special assistant.

The little special assistant looks weak and pitiful, like a silly punching bag, but as Mo Liancheng's special assistant, how could he be mediocre.

Seeing the female secretary being fired and begging for mercy with a wronged and pitiful look, Zao quickly covered her mouth and threw her out, handing her over to the bodyguard.

The female secretary was lifted up three feet off the ground and dragged away without making any sound.

As if it had never been here.

"Ms. Bai, it's a pleasure working with you." After signing the contract, Mo Liancheng stood up, straightened his suit, and extended his hand to Bai Qian.

"It's a pleasure working with you, Mr. Mo." Bai Qian shook hands generously.

The white and slender palm with distinct joints fully grasped Bai Qian's slender and boneless little hand.

A dragonfly touches the water.

"Miss Bai, I'm going to the south of the city to do some work, so I'll take you back on the way."

Bai Qian thought it was not good for the boss not to know the specific address of his subordinate, especially because he was afraid that she would run away with the money, so she nodded and agreed.

The special assistant drives the car.

Mo Liancheng and Bai Qian sat in the back row.

The space was large. Bai Qian could sit, lie down, and do splits. However, Mo Liancheng crossed his legs, feeling a little uncomfortable, and his tall figure made the space a little cramped.

But it is a closed space after all.

We can hear each other's breathing and smell each other's scent.

His breath is very clean and warm, with a hint of the faint orchid scent in the valley. He is a very good human air freshener.

As a 200-pound fat girl, Bai Qian would not be so self-indulgent as to think that Mo Shao would like her. She still goes her own way and does what she is supposed to do.

He even took out a small mirror and picked out the non-existent eye boogers.

In short, he is not restrained and does what he usually does now. He is free and easy, making Mo Liancheng look like a guest.

Mo Liancheng remained silent throughout the whole process, his eyes were deep, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Occasionally, his eyes met Bai Qian's, and his gentle and elegant smile made people feel like they were in the spring breeze.

Suddenly, Mo Liancheng's relaxed body suddenly straightened up.

Leaning towards Bai Qian,

He held Bai Qian in his arms like a wall.

Bai Qian also noticed something was wrong.

Only the little special assistant thought that his master was so hungry that he pressed the partition with trembling hands and refused to look.

My mood was like a mountain and a tsunami, and I almost couldn't hold the steering wheel tightly.

It's just dog abuse.

What if the dog dies?