"Ahem...... This...... In short, if you lose the bet between us, our previous agreement will be null and void. ”

"Really?"

"Uh...... Okay, let's not talk about this for now, don't worry, I'm not a person who doesn't talk about people. For the sake of curing my father's illness, you can stay at my house temporarily, and I will also arrange for you to come to my company and be my assistant, do you think it's okay? ”

"Okay, when you're willing to admit defeat that day, then fulfill our bet." Qin Zichao thought for a while, pursed his lips, and said.

"......" Song Mengjie looked weak, was silent for a few seconds, and said: "Qin Zichao, I'll help Aunt Zhang clean up the kitchen first, and then go to clean up the room for you, and tomorrow morning, you will go to my company with me to report." ”

"Hmm."

Qin Zichao nodded.

When Song Mengjie and Aunt Zhang cleaned up the kitchen, Qin Zichao and Song Tianfeng went to the lawn outside the villa, and the two walked and chatted casually.

"Qin Zichao, don't call me father-in-law, it sounds a little awkward. Or you just call me dad like Mengjie. Anyway, I'm going to treat you like my own son from today onwards. Song Tianfeng patted Qin Zichao on the shoulder and said.

"This ...... Let's call it Uncle Song. Qin Zichao said with a smile.

"Oh?" Song Tianfeng was slightly stunned, his brows furrowed slightly, and then he snorted and said, "Okay, just shout smoothly." ”

"Hmm."

"Ha, I've been in a coma for three years, it's really like I've been asleep."

"Huh."

"By the way, tell me about you and Mengjie, starting with how the two of you met." Song Tianfeng said with a smile.

"Ah......" Qin Zichao couldn't help but be stunned.

"What's wrong? Could it be that you are as shy as Mengjie? A big man, shouldn't it? Song Tianfeng's brows furrowed, and he looked puzzled.

"Forehead ......"

Qin Zichao was very embarrassed, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

You must know that if Song Tianfeng knew that he was going to blackmail Song Mengjie, I am afraid that he would immediately turn his face and be ruthless.

Without that parent, they will have a good face to those who threaten their children.

"Dad, when did you become so gossipy?" At this time, Song Mengjie walked out of the villa and said to Song Tianfeng with a pout.

"I care about my daughter, how can it be considered gossip?" Song Tianfeng said seriously.

"Cut."

Song Mengjie rolled her eyes, stepped forward, and grabbed Song Tianfeng's arm.

Seeing Song Mengjie divert the topic, Qin Zichao finally breathed a sigh of relief, and after briefly chatting with Song Tianfeng and Song Mengjie, it was dark.

Back at the villa, Qin Zichao and Song Tianfeng sat on the sofa together and watched TV for a while, took a shower, and went to sleep in the room arranged for him by Song Mengjie.

Qin Zichao lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling, thinking about many things.

Knock knock!

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

Qin Zichao frowned, jumped off the bed, and opened the door.

"You change this outfit first, and when you report to the company tomorrow, I'll take you to buy clothes and some daily necessities." Song Mengjie stood at the door and handed a set of casual clothes to Qin Zichao.

"Thank you." Qin Zichao took the clothes and said.

"You're welcome, you cured my dad's illness, and I don't know how to thank you yet." Song Mengjie said lightly, then turned around and left.

Looking at Song Mengjie's back, Qin Zichao's eyes were full of emotions such as entanglement, helplessness, and apology, which were very complicated.

Closing the door, Qin Zichao threw his clothes on the chair in the room, looked at the time, then sat cross-legged on the bed, and then, like a trick, took out more than a dozen strange things, including the weird scalpel he used to treat Song Tianfeng before.

After placing these dozen strange things on the bed, Qin Zichao sat down cross-legged and began to swallow his breath in a special pattern and way.

And as Qin Zichao began to swallow and breathe, the dozen or so strange things began to emit light of various colors, such as the weird scalpel, which flashed like black light like ink from time to time, and the demon god totem on the knife seemed to be coming to life, which was particularly scary.

After more than three hours, Qin Zichao stopped, and the dozen or so strange things also became ordinary, and then they were put away by Qin Zichao in the same way.

In the early morning, the sun was like a broken golden glitz scattered on Qin Zichao's face, and the warm feeling was very comfortable. Qin Zichao opened his worried eyes and looked at the time, it was already eight o'clock in the morning, and he hurriedly got up to wash.

By the time Qin Zichao had washed up, Aunt Zhang had already made breakfast, and Song Tianfeng and Song Mengjie also got up.

After breakfast, Qin Zichao followed Song Mengjie to the Song Group in a car.

"Qin Zichao, the Song Group was founded by my grandfather, and it has been more than 100 years now. Today, our Song Group is one of the top ten enterprises in Zhonghai City, and the employees who work in our company, even if they are just cleaners, have to graduate with a bachelor's degree. ”

While driving, Song Mengjie introduced the Song Group to Qin Zichao.

"An undergraduate, running to your company to work as a cleaner, isn't this brain-dead?" Qin Zichao pursed his lips and said.

"All jobs are equal, don't look down on cleaners."

"It's not that I look down on cleaners, but I look down on undergraduates who come to your company to work as cleaners. Of course, the main reason is your company's system. ”

"What do you mean? What happened to our company's system? ”

"Cleaners can be done by ordinary aunts, but they may have to invite undergraduates, you are like a rural common man, who suddenly made a fortune, so he also began to learn to taste tea, but in fact, he knows a fart of tea, and drinking tea is purely to pretend to be forced."

"Uh......" Song Mengjie frowned, what Qin Zichao said seemed to have a little truth.

In fact, many first-class companies have such a situation, even if it is just a cleaner, you also need a bachelor's degree. As for the reason, it's just that these groups compare with each other, and they feel that their cleaners are all undergraduates, which shows how powerful their company is.

"If you don't change your company's system as soon as possible, your company will definitely go bankrupt in a few decades to a hundred years at most." Qin Zichao said lightly.

"It's not that serious, is it?" Song Mengjie said.

"Yes, this seems to be a trivial matter, but it actually reflects a fatal flaw in your company."

"What's missing?"

"Corruption?"

"Yes, it's corruption. Do you think, if your company hires an undergraduate student to be a cleaner, is the salary several times higher than that of ordinary company cleaners in society? ”

"Yes, the salary of our company's cleaners is 5,000, which is higher than the salary of some small factories." Song Mengjie nodded.

"Originally, you only need to hire an aunt who is about 1,000 yuan a month to solve the problem, but your company will spend 5,000, so if this continues, it is strange that the company will not go bankrupt." Qin Zichao said.

“……”

Song Mengjie was silent, her eyebrows were deep, and she thought calmly. Qin Zichao's words just now made her feel like she had been empowered.

After chatting and chatting, they arrived at the Song Group, and after Song Mengjie parked the car, she walked in with Qin Zichao. Many employees of the Song Group showed puzzled expressions when they saw Qin Zichao who was following Song Mengjie.

"Who is that man? Could it be Mr. Song's boyfriend? ”

"No way, Mr. Song is the number one beauty in Zhonghai, and she will never fall in love with the man next to her."

"What's wrong with the man next to Mr. Song? Looks pretty handsome. ”

"You know a fart, a woman like Mr. Song will never judge people by their appearance, her marriage will only be for the benefit of the family. But look at that man, he looks like a dick at all. ”

……

Those staff, you gossiped one by one.

Regarding these gossips, Song Mengjie just frowned quietly and ignored them.

Qin Zichao pursed his lips and looked depressed.

He obviously thinks he is rich and handsome, why did he become a dick in the mouth of others?

It must have been misheard.

Qin Zichao comforted himself like this in his heart.

After Qin Zichao and Song Mengjie took the president's special elevator to Song Mengjie's office, Song Mengjie picked up the phone on the desk and dialed a number. ”

After hanging up the phone, Song Mengjie stared at Qin Zichao, who was dressed in casual clothes, and then walked to a small room next to the office, and after about two minutes, Song Mengjie returned to the office with a suit.

"Qin Zichao, hurry up and change into this suit, and then follow me to the conference room." Song Mengjie said lightly.

"Change here?" Qin Zichao was slightly stunned.