Zhang Wei immediately took out his cell phone and placed it on Song Jihuai's desk. "Mr. Song, this is it."
He was also very nervous. He had originally wanted to start a scandal, but he didn't expect to be caught by the editor-in-chief and brought here! Song Jihuai was Su Wanyu's husband. He now knew why the editor-in-chief didn't let him publish it.
Unable to take responsibility.
Song Jihuai glanced at his phone without changing his expression.
Looking at Zhang Wei, "How much?"
"ah?"
Zhang Wei was completely confused. "What?"
The editor-in-chief glared at Zhang Wei and said with a smile, "Mr. Song, you're too polite. This is what we should do."
Song Jihuai picked up his phone and pressed delete. "Rules are rules."
"Since you won't tell me, Secretary Wu, let's follow the rules."
As Song Jihuai spoke, he had already deleted several photos taken by Zhang Wei and emptied the Recycle Bin.
Return the phone to Zhang Wei.
Seeing this, the editor-in-chief said to Song Jihuai, "Mr. Song, we'll leave first."
"No."
Song Jihuai said lightly.
Zhang Wei was dragged out of the office by the editor-in-chief. He then said with some disappointment, "It's great to be rich. Although I didn't have good intentions, it's all true."
He sighed.
"Okay."
The editor-in-chief slapped Zhang Wei on the forehead and said, "Kid, be content."
"What are your rules?"
"What?" Zhang Wei really didn't know. He looked up blankly and pressed the editor.
"One, this number." The editor-in-chief said, raising a finger and waving it in front of Zhang Wei.
Zhang Wei asked tentatively, "Ten thousand?" If Song Jihuai wasn't the big boss, he would have guessed one thousand.
The editor-in-chief slapped him again and said, "It's one hundred thousand!"
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