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

This time, she didn't. After all, her flying car is not a lie. Anyone who gets on her car will shout that this is not the kindergarten's yellow car and he wants to get off.

She had already welded the car door shut, so no one could get out.

Using this trick, she has accomplished many great things.

So unless the man is good at fortune-telling, he won't know where she is now.

Mohist Yecheng Auction House.

The president's special elevator went straight to the top floor, and Bai Qian arrived at the office. It had a simple and elegant decoration, with a whole wall of floor-to-ceiling glass and a vast river outside the window. Hmm, not bad.

It’s big enough to hold a concert.

Xiao Dabing, the male secretary that Liu Zhan had carefully selected, walked in, stood three feet away from Bai Qian, and respectfully reported the applicant's information.

There were 30 interviewees in total.

Start on time at 3 o'clock.

But now everyone is on the way, and when they arrive, a special person will take them to the president's office.

"Well, go get busy." Seeing Xiao Dabing walk out of the CEO's office, Bai Qian stood up, stretched, and moved her arms and legs.

Hey, life is so good.

I feel like a queen.

Having money is good.

Money is not everything, but without money, nothing can be done, hahaha.

Bai Qian looked down at the street outside and could vaguely see the street in the distance. That was the only way to get to the auction house.

Among those passing cars, there might be interviewees who are both good-looking and talented, hehe.

Bai Qian is ready to fight.

She just didn't believe that there was no man more handsome than Lu Yehan.

Except for his face, the man's entire body was made of ice lumps.

Isn't it because of that face that he looks like he deserves a beating every day that he relies on?

He must find a face more handsome than his to dampen his arrogance.

But then again, after traveling through so many small worlds, there is really no man more handsome than Lu Yehan. It's simply unfair.

But he doesn't need to be more handsome than Lu Yehan, he just needs to look 5% like him, no, % like him, or even % like him.

Then she was hired, working under me, with her bowing her head to me every day and calling her boss. I felt happy just thinking about it.

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"Ah—how could this happen?"

Fan family.

A scream broke through the sky.

"Miss, what happened?" The servant shouted anxiously outside. The master went to the company today, and the mistress went out for maintenance. If something happened to the young lady, their lives would not be enough to compensate.

"Get out, get out of here, and don't bother me."

The servants shrank their necks, but seeing that the young lady was full of energy, they thought that there was nothing serious.

Fan Ziyu's eyes were bloodshot and the stock market interface was on his phone.

"What's going on? Why is this happening?" Fan Ziyu murmured, scratching his hair desperately.

A few long hairs fell down, but Fan Ziyu, who always loved his hair very much, didn't care about it at this time.

"It's obvious that fat guy Mingjian made a lot of money from the purchase, but why am I losing so much money when it's my turn? Why?"

The Lihua stock that Fan Ziyu bought shrunk by 150 million overnight, and now only a pitiful 100 million is left.

She was dazzled just now and thought it had risen to 1,000 million, but after counting it over and over again, it was only 100 million.

The huge gap made her scream without a human voice, like a pig being slaughtered.

Fan Ziyu's hands were shaking so much that he could hardly hold the phone.

There was a vicious ferocity in his eyes.

It’s all that fat guy’s fault!

She had just been tricked by Bai Qian into buying an antique at a high price, which had already made her father, who valued money more than anything else, unhappy.

Later, Bai Qian tricked me into buying this crappy stock.

That despicable person is simply a vicious person with a black heart and lungs.

Fan Ziyu bit his lips until they turned pale. He wanted to sell this pear stock, but he was unwilling to do so.

That's a full 150 million. She would have to act like a spoiled child and put on a lot of smiles to get such a small amount of pocket money.

She couldn't bear to see it just thrown away like that.

It was rising so well, why did it suddenly plunge?

Fan Ziyu firmly believes that there will be a backlash.

She just wanted to wait for it to rise further, even if it rose by 50, not 100 million, she would sell it. It didn't matter if she lost money.

Just consider it as a lesson learned for $50.

But that fat girl Bai Qian has cheated her time and again. When school starts, she will definitely get revenge!

ah-

Bai Qian sneezed.

There were also three black lines hanging from his forehead.

It's three o'clock and there's not a single interviewee yet. What's going on?

Normally, interviewees would come to the company early to prepare, but now there is no one here at the appointed time, which is unscientific.

Could it be that one by one they suddenly felt ashamed of themselves halfway through their journey and turned back?

That's impossible. How is it possible that such a big country doesn't even have a single handsome guy?

Do you think a million-dollar annual salary is too little?

Forget it, if no one comes for an interview, it’s okay to raise the salary.

Wait a minute.

Another half hour passed.

An hour passed.

The high-end president's office is still deserted, with only the lonely queen.

Bai Qian finally realized that something was fishy.

Through the large floor-to-ceiling glass window, Bai Qian saw that there seemed to be several traffic police cars checking for violations in the distance.

It seemed that quite a few cars had been stopped on the roadside.

The distance is too far, so I can't see the details clearly.

Bai Qian began to rummage through the huge office to see if there was anything useful.

At the only intersection leading to the auction venue, several handsome, well-dressed young men were sitting in a row in a car with flashing lights, surrounded by bodyguards in black clothes and sunglasses.

The black-faced bodyguard was serious and apart from telling them not to move or talk, he did not make any movement.

There is a bulge around the waist, as if there is a weapon.

Several handsome young men looked at each other, lamenting their tragic and unfortunate fate, but dared not breathe a word.

They just went for an interview, and except for one who might have been suspected of selling out some men and sex, the rest of them were decent people, absolutely good young people. How could they be treated like this?

They are not here to blow up the building.

I feel so sad that I have no tears left.

boom!

The car door opened, and another fair-skinned handsome boy with a puppy-like appearance was squeezed in.

When I came in and saw so many fellow sufferers, my heart, which had been pounding with fear, finally felt a little safer.

"Master, we have intercepted nearly 20 of them. These cars can no longer hold them. Do you want to continue?"

In a low-key luxury car under a roadside tree, Shi Yan watched the farce repeat itself over and over again, his jaw never closing.

All this happening was too unbelievable.

What was even more incredible was that their master had a stern face and an ice-like expression.

From time to time, a series of orders were issued through the walkie-talkie, which were concise, serious and majestic.

If you don't know, you might think this is the deployment of troops for the world war.

"Keep going, don't let any one go."

Lu Yehan said this almost while gritting his back teeth, his eyes spitting fire.

With five or six cars full of handsome men, what on earth does Bai Qian want to do? !

"Yes." Shi Yan held his chin and looked out the window with a look of despair.

Well, another unlucky guy comes to our door.

Shi Yan simply couldn't bear to watch it.