A heartthrob? Here you go!

Yu Ge shook his head, feeling a little regretful. He regained his previous calmness and buttoned his shirt slowly and methodically. His long fingers pressed on the shiny black buttons, his long white fingers, slightly pink nail beds and fingertips rested on the black buttons.

He moved slowly and gently, with his head slightly lowered, and his eyes without the cover of his glasses were as beautiful as the blue sea.

Qingling glanced at Yu Ge out of the corner of her eye. She wiped her hands and turned to look out the car window.

Without even looking at him.

That's not okay.

"Yu, which trading banks are you planning to target?"

A slightly hoarse voice sounded, and the words were neither hurried nor slow. It seemed that he was careless, but in fact he was calculating everywhere, calculating her love.

Yu Ge saw him still buttoning his shirt slowly in the reflection of the car window. He didn't look back. "It's not just the bank, it's all the fees."

"Withdrawing 10 yuan, the service charge is yuan, this is banditry, right?"

"10 yuan may not be a big deal for you," Yu Ge said calmly, recalling the time when he and Lin Hui wandered around, "but it's a day's meal money for two people."

"10 yuan can buy to steamed buns, which can last for two days."

When Ji Yan heard this, he paused and felt a slight pain in his heart for no reason.

She knows this so well, has she ever experienced this kind of suffering before?

Thinking of the scene of the little girl squatting on the roadside, clutching a steamed bun pitifully and eating it bite by bite with mineral water, Ji Yan felt so painful that he could hardly breathe.

Just go along with her, she is suffering and too tired.

Ji Yan lowered his eyes, quickly and neatly buttoned up his clothes, tidied his appearance, pressed the button, and ordered to go back to Upstate University.

When her blue eyes glanced over the shoulder bag, her lips pursed in displeasure.

It’s already bitter enough to eat steamed buns, and now I have to eat some garbage products. What an ungrateful colleague.

There is no sense of boundaries.

Ji Yan restrained himself and asked gently, "How much do you want to reduce it to?"

Yu Ge hopes it is 1%. Even if it is 1%, she thinks it is too high.

One yuan is enough to buy a steamed bun, which can last you a whole day with boiled tap water.

Yu Ge whispered, "5%, what do you think?"

Having their profits cut in half out of thin air, few nobles would tolerate others snatching their food from their mouths.

Unless a greater benefit emerges.

Ji Yan clicked on the communicator, thought for a while and then said, "Several states are in riots. According to reliable information, most of the noble officials have been slaughtered."

"Give some benefits to a few states, provide future tax revenue, and then..."

Yu Ge listened patiently and raised a question: "Those states are poor and backward, and their tax revenue is not as much as the handling fee of the entire Yili Kingdom."

Ji Yan's lips curved slightly: "The handling fee is not something that a noble can afford. As long as the giants among them are not satisfied and eat more cakes, the hyenas who are short of cakes will naturally expand other industries."

“For example, they kindly launched various security services for civilians who had just experienced a rebellion, including reinforced doors and windows, licensed knives, and fancy self-defense techniques.”

"Compared to these laborious industries, freely adjustable taxes are a delicacy. Capitalists whose income has dropped sharply will naturally not let go of this piece of fat meat."

Yu Ge raised his eyes and looked at the young man opposite him.

Her cold white complexion was still eye-catching even in the dim light, and her whole body was filled with the foul etiquette of capitalism and the sanctimonious elegance.

He had put the gold-rimmed glasses back on his face, hiding his calculating eyes.

Ji Yan, the heir of the Ji family, who had the largest handling fee, noticed her gaze and smiled: "I think, Yu, you should understand."

Yu Ge understood.

The Ji family greedily plundered all the resources of their subordinates, and after encroaching on a larger share, in order to appease them, they imposed taxes and allowed their subordinates to rob.

Under the rigid class structure, people naturally would not offend their superior nobles for a small share, thus losing more tax and other income.

As long as the Ji family has no objection, the handling fee can naturally be reduced.

In this way, the struggle for interests between commoners and aristocrats was replaced by a struggle within the aristocracy, and no matter how big the fight got, it would not affect the common people below too much.

and so--

Yu Ge was thoughtful.

The enemies of all common people are not all nobles. Just as there are nobles who oppress people, there will naturally be nobles who are unwilling to be oppressed.

Sister Meng Qiu and Aunt You are still too cautious in their approach. It is not a problem for them to tentatively contact the lower-level nobles.

Yu Ge suddenly remembered Aunt You’s words “That’s fine” and Chen Yuping’s reply.

Or in other words, have they already made contact and have they taken a different path?

Yu Ge was completely thinking about the relationship between Chen Yuping and the others. He lowered his eyes and slightly frowned, which was very charming.

Everyone who is immersed in and focused on a career they are good at has a unique and indescribable charm.

Ji Yan felt more and more sad as he watched.

She was very close to him.

Leng Bai reached out his hand tentatively and placed it on the back of Yu Ge's hand.

Yu Ge didn't move.

Ji Yan smiled, raised the communicator and took a picture.

In the photo, the big palm with distinct joints carefully wraps the slightly smaller hand, looking very caring and loving.

Very well matched.

A hundred times better than Li Yi's forced hug.

Li Yi can change his avatar, so can he.

After Ji Yan happily changed his profile picture, he clicked on Song Jingshen’s message.

He still didn't reply.

Ji Yan ignored it and instead used a new profile picture and sent a smiling emoticon.

After a while, his system popped up a window saying: [The avatar has violated the rules. ]

Not only was Ji Yan not angry, he even chuckled.

How dark and twisted, Song Jingshen.

Are you mad?

It was ten o'clock in the evening and Yu Ge had not returned home yet. In the photo, the two people were looking at each other affectionately.

And the love rival who has been by her side for unknown reasons.

Did you feel his jealousy? Song Jingshen.

In the pitch-black room, only the pale blue screen was glowing.

Song Jingshen stared at the light screen, the enchanting and vulgar face, and opened the communicator. On it was a message from Yu Yuehuai about Liu Yu.

Nowadays, Liu Yu wears a mask when going out. If Xiaoyu is shown such a picture, she will not believe that it is the green tea who seduced her.

He really wanted to destroy the world, let all these people die, and leave only him and Xiaoyu, so that no one would interfere anymore.

Song Jingshen tapped the screen with his long, jade-white fingers and typed the characters calmly.

Song Jingshen: You are a waste for watching other men seduce Xiaoyu.

Song Jingshen: You can’t even keep your profile picture, so you’re not useless.

Yes, Ji Yan is not a waste, so go to those states and make some contributions.

He would deal with Yu Yuehuai, this ignorant person, just like he dealt with Zhang Daoqing and Ji Yan.

The communicator beeped twice, and Yu Ge turned her head to look, only to see Ji Yan glance at her casually, then dim the screen and meet her eyes.

Yu Ge said, "So those states are just handed over to others like this?"

She was very greedy. She wanted to reduce the handling fees, and she didn't want to give up those states.