"Zhang Yue, come here, take the tea set and wash it."

His wife Jiang Chenchen leaned back on the sofa with the two women, lifted Erlang's legs and began to point at Zhang Yue.

"Hurry up! Do you want me to talk nonsense again?! ”

Jiang Chenchen rolled his eyes impatiently.

The other two looked at each other with a smile on their faces. These two are Jiang Chenchen's best friends, and Zhang Yue is already very familiar with them.

"Okay, wife, I'll clean up the kitchen, I'll be there soon."

"I'll count three! If you still see that this tea set is not clean after three sounds, you will be ready to sleep on the street tonight! ”

When his wife's order was given, Zhang Yue didn't dare to slack off, he didn't even untie his apron, and rushed directly to the hall. Who wants the floor to be just cleaned, and the foot slips and falls a dog poop.

"Don't pretend to be pathetic here, get up!"

Zhang Yue licked the blood in his mouth, and did not dare to show any dissatisfaction on his face. It has been two years since he came to the Jiang family, and he has no status at home, and he does the chores and work, which is similar to working as a nanny.

Usually I am wronged, and I can't find anyone to talk to, so I can only break my teeth and swallow it in my stomach no matter what. After two years of marriage, he slept in the hall that day, and after two years of marriage, he slept in the stairwell, Zhang Yue didn't even know what Jiang Chenchen's bedroom looked like.

Even the husky at home can enter her bedroom.

Jiang Chenchen only explicitly forbade Zhang Yue to enter her room.

"Three, two......"

Before Zhang Yue could get up, Jiang Chenchen had already begun to count down.

Zhang Yue didn't dare to snub his wife, so he rushed to the hall to pick up a bunch of tea sets, but his hands and feet were injured and he couldn't get on the rope, causing a teapot to break to the ground.

Zhang Yue smiled awkwardly, first took the tea set to the kitchen, cleaned the hall, returned to the kitchen to wash the things, put them in the disinfection cabinet and sat next to him to watch the time.

"It's really a waste that has not achieved enough and has more than failed."

In the hall, Jiang Chenchen scolded viciously.

"It's been two years, and I don't know how many more years I'll have to spend with this waste, and I feel upset just thinking about it!"

Zhang Yue in the kitchen sighed: It's been two years.

He was originally the third young master of the Zhang family in Beijing, and he was said to be a simple man when he was born, and he couldn't do business, but he liked to pour his ancestors into the industry and play antiques.

Therefore, Zhang Yue has a small collection of antiques. Just two years ago, Zhang Yue spent one billion yuan to buy a picture of Tang Bohu's Eight Scenes, despite his family's opposition.

Unexpectedly, when I took it for identification, it was a fake. Hundreds of people in the Zhang family felt that their faces had been lost, saying that Zhang Yue had harmed the interests of the family and proposed that Zhang Yue be expelled from the family.

Zhang Yue, who was already helpless in the family, naturally couldn't withstand the resolution of hundreds of people. Together with his own family, he was also cleared out of Zhang's house.

This was Zhang Yue's darkest time, and it was even more terrifying than his current situation.

In order to live, Zhang Yue chose to join the Jiang family and accept it. No matter how serious the human accident is, it can't compare to the chill in the Zhang family.

Jiang Chenchen's actions to Zhang Yue can only be regarded as pediatric based on Zhang Yue's experience.

And these things, Zhang Yue has never told the Jiang family, and even Jiang Chenchen doesn't know his details at all.

After the disinfection of the tea set was completed, Zhang Yue went to the hall and personally performed the tea ceremony for the three girls.

"Chenchen, your husband is really good at doing it." Duan Xiaoluo said.

Jiang Chenchen smiled disdainfully: "You said he would do it?" yes, what else can you do? You are much better than me, and you are either rich or noble, but what about me? I poured blood mold for eight lifetimes, married such a waste, and waited for death in my house, and I was disgusted when I saw him. ”

"What are you doing standing here? Get the hell out of your room. ”

Jiang Chenchen stared at Zhang Yue and scolded sharply. Zhang Yue didn't have a good time, so he told his wife not to burn her mouth, untied her apron and ran to her room.

"Really, I get angry when I see him." The more Jiang Chenchen thought about it, the more angry he became, and the tea in his hand instantly felt that it was not fragrant.

Duan Xiaolu smiled and changed the topic: "Chenchen, the artist invited by your company seems to have had something wrong recently." ”

"yes, I wonder if these men only think with their lower bodies! got involved with other artists on the brand release day, and was tracked and photographed by the paparazzi, and the video was circulated! ”

"My company had no choice but to terminate the contract and pay three million to that guy. Really, it cost the company eighty percent of the company's funds to build the brand and product, and now it has lost three million, and the company immediately fell into a shortage of funds. ”

"In addition to the three million, there are other funds that cannot be returned, and the brand and product must be released again next week, otherwise Party A is not satisfied, and must raise eight million funds within a week."

"But in a week, who will come up with eight million to support you."

Jiang Chenchen leaned back against the sofa and covered his forehead with his hand: "It's sad for me." Forget it, don't think about that, relax first. ”

"Zhang Yue! Get down and give my sisters the whole footwash! ”

Jiang Chenchen's voice is also really loud. Zhang Yue was playing with antique hands in the room, and he was almost scared and fell to the ground.

Hearing his wife's instructions, Zhang Yue immediately went downstairs to prepare for washing his feet.

Three basins of foot-washing water were ready, and Jiang Chenchen soaked his feet comfortably. Seeing Zhang Yue standing stunned next to him, he shouted, "Nothing to do?!" Go and wash my sisters' clothes! ”

The three of them returned from a trip, and their clothes had not been washed for a week, and they were piled up with two large suitcases.

Zhang Yue didn't dare to complain, dragged two suitcases to the laundry room, and washed his own clothes by the way.

On the way to laundry, Zhang Yue's mobile phone rang frequently, and he took out his mobile phone to see, isn't this number the Zhang family's landline?

Thinking of what the Zhang family had done, Zhang Yue hung up angrily.

Soon, the sound of the message sounded on the mobile phone, and I took it out to look at it, and the message read: Third young master, I am the housekeeper Fubo, I haven't seen you for a long time, are you okay? Now the Zhang family's economy is bleak, without your permission, take your antiques to re-appraisal, and find that the last time the one billion bought Tang Bohu's eight scenes is true, and it is expected to be sold for two billion, but you have already registered the ownership of the antiques, and grandpa wants you to help the Zhang family.

What the? Is that picture of eight scenes real?

Two billion? It can't be so low, Zhang Yue knows that it is impossible for a genuine Tang Bohu painting to be sold at such a low price, at least 2.5 billion.

Zhang Yue was so frightened that he immediately dialed the phone number of his antique secretary.

This is a special secretary phone number for billionaires who have purchased antiques of more than 100 million yuan.

"Is the Eight Scenes real?"

"Mr. Zhang, that eight-scene picture was due to outdated identification equipment and identification errors, but now the latest equipment is used for identification, it is true! Our company is willing to spend 2.5 billion yuan to recycle this eight-scene map. ”

Zhang Yue squatted on the ground all of a sudden.

Two and a half billion.

"Sold!"

"Okay, Mr. Zhang, our company will immediately remit 2.5 billion yuan to your bank card after tax. Do the rest of the antiques need to be sold? ”

"The rest won't be sold yet."

hung up the phone, and soon, a message came from Zhang Yue's mobile phone.

"Your bank card account has received a remittance of 2.5 billion yuan."