"Okay! I'll have someone transfer the money to your account." Lin Congzhi said expressionlessly, as if nothing had happened.

Staring at this person, Jiang Yimei suddenly felt a pang of jealousy.

If she had been this diligent in her studies, she wouldn't have ended up in such a sorry state.

"Thanks!"

She thanked him gratefully and then went back to her office.

As she took a few steps, Lin Congzhi finally couldn't help but say, "Actually, you have a clear path to wealth. Work hard, improve your performance, or help the company attract big clients. You could earn at least ten million a year, if not a hundred thousand."

"If you want to rely on your own hands, then you can leave this position at any time and start from the sales position that you are most familiar with. I will not give you any help or make things difficult for you."

Jiang Yimei, with her back to Lin Congzhi, heard every single word clearly.

Although she was short of money, she absolutely did not want to depend on Lin Congzhi.

"Thank you! It's my own path, and I know how to walk it."

After saying this indifferently, he walked straight back to his office.

Lin Congzhi stopped speaking.

What needs to be said has been said; what Jiang Yimei thinks is her business.

Back in her office, Jiang Yimei couldn't help but burst into tears.

The pressure of life was too great, and even though she didn't want to owe Lin Congzhi favors again and again, she still did.

Sometimes she feels that growing up has actually brought more pain.

Economic freedom brought her no happiness whatsoever.

"Thump!"

A few minutes later, the money was deposited into her card.

Lin Congzhi transferred the money directly to her without her writing an IOU or making any verbal promises.

That requires an immense amount of trust.

Compared to Jiang Ze, she suddenly felt that Jiang Ze was too unreliable. He hesitated for a long time when she asked him to lend her money, and in the end, she couldn't lend it to him. It was infuriating.

Of course, their wealth is incomparable. If Jiang Ze had that much money, he would probably lend it to her as readily as Lin Congzhi.

Staring at the text messages on her phone and the cold, hard numbers on them, she felt that money sometimes came so fast, seemingly within easy reach in the blink of an eye; but why was it sometimes so hard to earn even a thousand?

The world of survival of the fittest is truly cruel. She suddenly realized that her teacher was right: if she didn't study hard, she would end up working on a construction site as a bricklayer.

There's no going back in life. The seeds you sowed yesterday will bear bitter fruit today, and you'll have to eat them no matter what.

After transferring the money, she wrote an IOU and a leave request, then gave them to Lin Congzhi and left without saying goodbye.

This surprised Lin Congzhi.

Since Jiang Yimei was carrying a bag, it means she wasn't going to the restroom.

What is she doing?

With curiosity, he looked at the two pieces of paper on the table.

The first one is an IOU. The second one is a leave request.

Upon seeing the leave request, Lin Congzhi couldn't help but frown, then exuded a cold aura: "Where are you going on leave?"

Jiang Yimei, walking towards the door, felt the chill, paused, and then replied expressionlessly with two words: "Go home!"

She felt that Lin Congzhi would not approve it if she didn't tell him the truth.

Besides, since the money was borrowed by Lin Congzhi, it wouldn't hurt to tell him the destination.

"Something happened at home?" Lin Congzhi asked, his heart tightening slightly.

When Jiang Yimei returned home, all he could think about was the accident involving Jiang Yimei's parents.