See the scene in front of you.

Even if Wang Zifan saw that there was a problem with the relationship between Song Yifei and Pan Wenhu, he would not have the face to continue to stay, not to mention that he had not seen that the relationship between the two was fake!

So, Wang Zifan walked away in anger.

Before leaving, he glared at Pan Wenhu angrily.

However, Pan Wenhu, who was enjoying himself, did not notice Wang Zifan's resentful gaze when he left.

Wang Zifan just walked out of the office with his front foot, and Song Yifei pushed Pan Wenhu away with his back foot, quickly sorted out his slightly messy little suit, and said: "Pan Wenhu, now I officially hire you as a cleaner for Dell, and you can go to work tomorrow." ”

"President Song, did I say I want to stay as a cleaner?"

Pan Wenhu was not interested in Song Yifei in the first place, if no one else did not say anything about him at work, his temperament was still cold, if he wasn't quite beautiful, he wouldn't have cooperated with this woman to send Wang Zifan.

Now, since he has become Song Yifei's boyfriend in front of outsiders, he can be regarded as having some reliance, so he naturally has to bargain and strive for the greatest benefits.

After all, Song Yifei still needs him to continue acting and send Wang Zifan, who is peeping at her, although Wang Zifan is angry and left, no one can guarantee whether Wang Zifan will come to find out again.

"Pan Wenhu, if my guess is right, you should be very strapped in your hands, so you will come to my company to apply for the position of cleaner, otherwise you will never pull down your face and come for an interview, now I give you the opportunity to work, you should be grateful to Dade, instead of bargaining with me here, do you hear clearly?"

Song Yifei has read Pan Wenhu's personal resume and knows that the other party is a college student, if there is no way, a man of this age will definitely not pull down his face to apply for the position of cleaner.

In her opinion, as long as Pan Wenhu is a little sensible, he will not refuse to accept her charity.

That's right!

In Song Yifei's eyes, giving Pan Wenhu a job is giving him alms.

Therefore, Pan Wenhu is not qualified to bargain.

"Thanksgiving? Hehe......"

Feeling Song Yifei's domineering attitude towards charity, Pan Wenhu, who originally wanted to stay and go overboard, walked out of the president's office with a self-deprecating chuckle without saying a word.

Song Yifei looked at Pan Wenhu's departing back, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she wanted to keep him and let him stay to pretend to be her boyfriend, but because of her own arrogance, she couldn't say anything about it.

Pan Wenhu walked out of the Shengshi Building, took the bus directly back to the rented nest, sat on the old sofa given by the landlord, looked out the window in confusion, and looked a little decadent.

Thinking that he only had more than 500 yuan left in his belongings, Pan Wenhu had an indescribable sadness in his eyes.

At this time, the immortal card in the purple mansion trembled slightly, and Pan Wenhu subconsciously summoned the immortal card with his thoughts, and in an instant, the immortal card turned into a white light and appeared in his palm.

"Half an hour later, Zhao Gongming, the god of wealth, went to the center of Shengshi Square to greet ......"

As soon as Pan Wenhu took the immortal card in his hand, such a sentence sounded in his ears, the voice sounded very familiar, but the voice that he would not forget if he was killed, because the owner of this voice was Song Wengong, who forced him to serve as the 'Three Realms Usher' not long ago.

Thinking of this, Pan Wenhu was full of resentment, and couldn't help complaining: "Uncle, you tell me honestly, is there any salary for the job of an usher in the Three Realms?" If it were for the salary, I wouldn't do anything. ”

"Wages?"

Song Wengong, who was drinking tea in the heavenly court, couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth, and scolded: "Is your kid's head caught by the door, you have this idle time to ask me for wages, it is better to be close to the God of Wealth, and when the God of Wealth is happy, you can give you a little bit of fortune casually, you just don't want to get rich......

Hearing this, Pan Wenhu's eyes lit up instantly, and without saying a word, he took the immortal card back to the Purple Mansion, and then copied the key on the table, and hurried to the Shengshi Square located in the city non-stop.

The communication between the immortal cards was suddenly interrupted, Song Wengong did not get angry, but smiled and put away the immortal cards, drank a cup of immortal tea to moisten his throat, and sighed: "This kid has finally opened his mind, and he is not too stupid!" ”

Twenty minutes later.

Pan Wenhu rushed to Shengshi Square and went straight to the fountain in the center of the square.

Soon to see the legendary God of Wealth, Pan Wenhu was inevitably a little excited, and as time passed by minute by minute, his little excitement gradually turned into uneasiness.

At this moment, Pan Wenhu was tapped on the shoulder.

Pan Wenhu's heart trembled, and he hurriedly turned around to see a middle-aged man in a big red robe and a purple and gold hat, looking at him with a half-meter-long beard.

The middle-aged man is dressed very festively, not to mention the red robe and purple gold official hat, and there are many gold and silver jewelry hanging on his body, but the middle-aged man has a lot of gold and silver jewelry, but it does not give people the feeling of being a nouveau riche, but it just gives people a sense of festivity, which makes people feel very comfortable.

The moment he saw this middle-aged man, Pan Wenhu realized that the other party was Zhao Gongming, the God of Wealth, and hurriedly suppressed his apprehension, and asked cautiously: "Excuse me, are you the God of Wealth?" ”

"That's right, I am Zhao Gongming, the God of Wealth." Zhao Gongming smiled and nodded.

"Lord Wealth, I'm the new ushers of the Three Realms - Pan Wenhu, just call me Xiaohuzi." Pan Wenhu was a receptionist for the first time, and he was still a little unskilled in business, so he knew that he was standing with a silly smile, his mind was a mess, and he didn't know what to do next.

Of course, this may also be because he is too nervous, Pan Wenhu is always a little unnatural and can't deal with it calmly.

Fortunately, Zhao Gongming has a kind personality, if he meets a short-tempered immortal, Pan Wenhu will definitely be reprimanded if he behaves now, Zhao Gongming saw that Pan Wenhu was very nervous, and couldn't help but smile, and said: "Little Huzi, although I am an immortal, but immortals are also human beings, not to mention that you are also a person with an immortal position, in principle, you are no different from me, so don't be nervous......"

When Zhao Gongming spoke, he applied some meditation rhyme, which instantly made Pan Wenhu's heart become calm.

Pan Wenhu, who had regained his calm, his head was no longer a mess, and according to the process of the hospitality work, the first thing he had to do was to settle Zhao Gongming, and then change Zhao Gongming's clothes.

Otherwise, if you wear a festive God of Wealth costume all the time, you can't do anything at all, this outfit is too eye-catching.

As for why no one looks at it now, it must be that Zhao Gongming has used some small means to not let the people around him see him, otherwise he would have been watched as a monkey by onlookers with his angry appearance.

Thinking that everything he had to do next would cost a lot of money, but he only had about five hundred yuan in his pocket, Pan Wenhu's face became ugly, Zhao Gongming saw this scene, and subconsciously asked: "Little Huzi, do you have any difficulties, I don't know if I can help?" ”

"Yes, of course." Pan Wenhu hurriedly nodded in response.