"Secretary-General Mo, when did you pick up that miser Fang Nan's bad habits?" Several people teased her, grumbling as they pulled out some change.

Mo Yao put the bag in her bag with satisfaction, pointed in the direction of the office and said, "Usually when President Song sees us being so lazy, he would at least criticize us a few times. This time he acted like he didn't see it at all. He's clearly in an extremely good mood."

There was one more thing she didn't say.

It's probably related to the woman Mr. Song mentioned before.

So this means... the usurpation was successful?

However, Mo Yao didn't know that the CEO Song she was talking about was far more spineless than she imagined. He was easily swayed by Yang Qingheng's words and was willing to give her his heart. Forget about usurping the throne, he would be laughing as long as Yang Qingheng hadn't broken up with him.

As soon as Fang Nan entered the room, he felt a strong gaze that scrutinized him from head to toe and then from back to head several times. The gaze was so intense that it made him feel as if he were naked, and he felt a strange sense of shame.

Finally unable to hold back any longer, she gritted her teeth and looked at Song Hengjue: "Say what you want to say, and stop giving me that weird look."

Who are you trying to disgust?!

Song Hengjue then coughed and looked away, casually saying, "I heard from Yang Qingheng that she thinks highly of you."

When the topic of changing jobs came up, Fang Nan felt inexplicably uneasy. After a few seconds of hesitation, remembering how this person had been withholding his salary recently, he straightened his back instantly and said confidently, "Yes."

"That bastard! Does he really think he has no temper? He's always been easy to deal with, but deducting his wages? That's killing him!" Fang Nan was filled with righteous indignation. He would never admit that he switched jobs because Yang Qingheng was paying too much.

He was prepared to be berated by Song Hengjue, but to his surprise, the man in front of him not only didn't scold him, but also nodded approvingly, stood up and patted him on the shoulder encouragingly, saying earnestly, "Do a good job."

"Huh?" Fang Nan couldn't process what was happening.

Given Song Hengjue's usual temperament, seeing him so dense would definitely have given him a good scolding. But today he was in such a good mood that he didn't say a single unpleasant word. Instead, he assured him, "If you handle this matter well for her, you can not only receive her salary, but you can also continue to receive your salary here."

Fang Nan was still in a daze when he left the office.

Earning two salaries for one job? Is there really such a good thing?

I pinched my thigh hard, and the pain brought tears to my eyes. Only then did I realize that it really wasn't a dream!

Fang Nan was so excited he could hardly breathe.

When everyone saw him come out, they immediately swarmed around him, chattering all at once.

"So, what did President Song say?"

Did they deduct any from your salary?

Seeing the worried expressions on everyone's faces, exactly the same as when he entered the office, Fang Nan felt a strange sense of balance and proudly raised his chin.

"It's not a bad thing, it's a good thing, guess what?"

The group exchanged glances, recalling Mo Yao's analysis from earlier, and asked with skepticism, "...Are you going to give us a raise?"

"How did you know?" Fang Nan asked, taken aback.

However, at this moment, no one was in the mood to listen to him. They only heard the words "salary increase" and cheered happily, jumping and skipping around, extremely excited.

The sound was so loud that it could be heard clearly even inside Song Hengjue's office.

He paused in his flipping through the documents, somewhat amused, but for some reason, Yang Qingheng came to mind, and he subconsciously looked out the window.

Unfortunately, the thick stack of documents on the table gave him no reason to go see her. Frustrated, he gritted his teeth, pulled out a document, and vented his anger by skimming through it, thinking only of finishing it quickly so he could go see her.

Song Hengjue didn't know what was wrong with him.

Ever since the fright he experienced a few days ago, he seems to have developed a condition where he can't live without Yang Qingheng, and he wants to stick by her side all the time.

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Knowing that he would receive two salaries after working for Yang Qingheng, Fang Nan couldn't sit still any longer. The next morning, he packed his things and went to Yang Qingheng's company to report for duty.

"Oh, you're here pretty eagerly. Did Song Hengjue give permission?" Yang Qingheng had just arrived at the company when Sun Rong told her that Fang Nan had reported for duty, so she immediately called him over.

"How can I not care about money?" Fang Nan rubbed his hands together, shamelessly.

He really wears his love for money on his sleeve, making no attempt to hide it.

Yang Qingheng found it amusing, but she didn't think he was mercenary; instead, she found his genuineness endearing.

He waved his hand and said, "You just arrived today, so I don't expect you to be able to do any work. I'll have Sun Rong arrange for someone reliable to mentor you and help you get familiar with the job."

However, based on Song Hengjue's previous description, Fang Nan is capable and should be adaptable, so it shouldn't be long before he adapts.

Finally, someone filled the vacancy, and Yang Qingheng could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

I subconsciously took out my phone and glanced at it.

It's strange that the person who usually calls her more than ten times a day didn't call her today.

Feeling like he'd forgotten something, he patted his head, but couldn't remember. He said to Fang Nan, "You can go out now. I'll talk to you if I need anything."

Fang Nan responded and walked outside, closing the office door tightly behind him.

Turning around, I met a pair of furtive eyes peering inside.

"So, what did she say?" Song Hengjue, wearing a mask, rushed forward.

Looking at his eager eyes, and remembering how this capitalist had exploited him in the past, Fang Nan almost burst out laughing. He cleared his throat and said mysteriously, "She said..."

"What did you say?" Song Hengjue's ears twitched slightly, unwilling to miss a single word.

Fang Nan sighed, his face looking unwell.

This is a very bad situation.

Song Hengjue's expression changed slightly.

Capitalists, you've finally met your match!

Fang Nan almost couldn't suppress the corners of his mouth from turning up, and he got carried away with his smugness, making up a whole bunch of lies: "Yang Qingheng said that when she came in just now, she saw someone who looked a bit like you, and asked me if I had seen you."

"What did you answer?" Song Hengjue asked anxiously. Seeing someone looking over, he grabbed his arm and pulled him into a corner.

Fang Nan said, "What kind of relationship do we have? Would I betray you? Of course I'll say I don't know you, that you work at the company, and that you wouldn't possibly be here."

Song Hengjue breathed a sigh of relief. He had never found Fang Nan so agreeable before. He put his arm around Fang Nan's shoulder with satisfaction and said, "You are indeed reliable. When you go back to the company and resume work, I will give you a big red envelope."

Is there really such a good thing?

Fang Nan's eyes lit up. He stroked his chin, his mind racing, thinking about what opportunity he could find to trick him a couple more times next time. Maybe he could make a fortune from it!

Song Hengjue had no idea what Fang Nan was thinking. Just as he was about to say something, his phone suddenly lit up in his pocket. He took it and heard Yang Qingheng's voice on the other end. His heart skipped a beat.