JK Building, inside the President's Office on the top floor.

The window was bright and clean, and the bright sunlight shone brightly on the entire interior, Qin Che leaned in the office chair, his face was cold, and he looked at the phone screen without saying a word.

Assistant Mo Zhenyan was dressed in a black suit, and he also stood not far from the desk with a solemn face.

He thought that the boss was making a big decision, and his expression was so focused that he couldn't help but breathe a little lighter, quietly waiting for the boss's orders.

And the boss who thinks he's doing something amazing, on the phone screen at this time-

It is his outrageously concise personal Weibo, and even the avatar is the landscape avatar when he first registered.

Qin Chejian frowned, clicked Custom, and wanted to choose a photo of himself to upload, but found that he couldn't find any other photos in the mobile phone album except for the smiling women in ancient costumes.

“……”

Pinching his eyebrows, Qin Che raised his head a little irritably, and suddenly found that Mo Zhenyan was still with his hands folded on his abdomen, waiting quietly and respectfully.

Qin Che twisted his eyebrows, "Why are you still here?" ”

"Huh?" Mo Zhenyan pushed the frame of his glasses and blinked innocently, what does the boss mean? "You...... Is there no other command? ”

The casual gaze glanced at him lightly, and Qin Che secretly wondered if he needed to change an assistant.

What's the use of an assistant who can't grasp his thoughts well?

Qin Che thought, if Mo Zhenyan, who had been with him for almost five years, knew, he would probably hug his thigh aggrievedly and cry: Your old man's unpredictable thoughts, can mortals like me guess it?

But this did not prevent Mo Zhenyan from looking at Qin Che's face, and when he saw the change, he hurriedly raised his professional smile and said, "That's what I thought was wrong, goodbye boss!" ”

As he spoke, he turned around and wanted to slip away.

"Wait!"

A low magnetic male voice like a cello sounded faintly behind him, and Mo Zhenyan's face wrinkled with his back to Qin Che, and shouted silently: It's over, it seems that this month's bonus can't be kept!

When he turned around, his face didn't show it at all, and he smiled like a spring breeze, he could only say that the person who could mix around Qin Che was not a mortal anymore, and he could be regarded as a half-immortal.

"Hehe, boss, you call me?"

Qin Che hummed in a low voice, his expression silent.

Mo Zhenyan was so frightened by him that his legs were weak, and he almost knelt on the ground, and couldn't help but say with a bitter face: "Boss, what do we have to say?" "You're like this, little scared!

In fact, those who have been able to work with Qin Che for five years are all veterans who have followed him since he entered the company, although Qin Che's aura is strong and not something ordinary people can bear, but things are like them, and the assistants and subordinates around him are not comparable to normal people.

But if you make a low-level mistake under his nose, Qin Che will be punished as well.

Although he was not dismissed, Mo Zhenyan couldn't help but grit his teeth in pain when he thought of the generous bonus.

It's like a condemned prisoner who has been sentenced to death, and when he is shot, he doesn't know when, a bullet passes through his head and takes his life.

Mo Zhenyan probably feels like this.

After a long time, Qin Che spoke.

"Go get me a picture."

"What?" Mo Zhenyan is sluggish, isn't it a bonus?

"I never repeat my words a second time, you know?" Qin Che's fingers flexibly played with the black gold-plated fountain pen, and his tone was as indifferent as ever.

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