Chapter 8 Capitalist "You say I'm a capitalist and you think I'm exploiting you...
"What kind of filth do you say capitalists are dripping with?"
The word "di" is very spiritual.
Without any prior agreement, the two people sitting side by side at the workbench looked at the trash can next to the bedside table.
Qiao Ruoying thought back to what happened more than forty minutes ago.
Jiang Zong also pulled himself out of her and slowly pulled the rubber off.
Qiao Ruoying turned her face away, as if covering her ears to steal a bell, not daring to look at his actions at the moment.
She was wrapped in a snow-white sheet, her skin was as rosy as clouds, and she could smell a faint musky scent in the moist and fragrant air.
The smell made her feel even weaker and weaker, and she couldn't help but moan.
This low moan was so soft that it penetrated into the cracks between people's bones. Jiang Zong's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he raised his sharp eyebrows and looked at her. Like a high school boy, he threw the knotted rubber into the trash can with one hand.
The shot hit the target with great accuracy.
Qiao Ruoying felt a little embarrassed when she saw him throw the used tools into the trash can with one hand, hitting the target accurately.
Why is this old man pretending to be a college boy? Does he think he is young and energetic just because he is thrown into the trash can?
But she was still impressed by his pretense, and she thought he was quite handsome.
The sights collided in the air, sparking sparks that exploded with a crackling sound.
Jiang Zong also recalled the scene where he threw the crime tool with one hand. He was just like a greenhorn, showing off in front of a girl.
Does he have such stupid moments?
He coughed lightly, and they both looked away.
Jiang Zong also moved halfway away and then calmed down. It was just a show of being cool, so there was nothing to be embarrassed about. What's more, he succeeded in doing so.
He stared at her, half-smiling, and said, "You say I'm a capitalist? Do you think I'm exploiting you?"
"No, no." Qiao Ruoying shook her head like a rattle.
After what had just happened in the audiovisual room, she realized that Jiang Zong wasn't as scary as she had imagined. She explained, "Boss Jiang, I was just joking. How dare I complain that you're exploiting me? What you give me... is far more than what I've earned through hard work."
To be fair, he did "pressurize" her, but he did not exploit her; this relationship was actually him "pressuring" and "exploiting" her.
She suppressed her blush, and stared at him with eyes as black as grapes, her eyes full of sincerity.
Jiang Zong also knew from her eyes that she was sincere.
She saw all his material kindness to her, which made him feel satisfied.
"So you think I'm a capitalist?" he asked relentlessly.
Qiao Ruoying couldn't figure out what he meant by this question, but she still admitted it with a brave face: "Well... to me, you are it."
He has assets, owns the means of production, has shares, dividends, and real estate, controls the main body of capital operation, and has tens of thousands of people working for him. He casually gives her a gift that far exceeds her monthly salary. How can he not be considered a capitalist?
"Yeah." Jiang Zong was also very satisfied with her answer.
"I am indeed a capitalist. You are quite good at praising people."
Under the light, her eyes were sincere, her lips were moist, and her lip beads were full, as if she was holding a red cherry in her mouth.
Jiang Zong's Adam's apple also rolled, as if he was bewitched by her. He touched her lips with his slender fingertips and traced along her lip line.
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The twists and turns of emotions made Qiao Ruoying's mind almost tangled.
She was also worried that if she admitted that Jiang Zong was also a capitalist, he would think she was scolding her.
Who would have known that he actually thought the "capitalists" were praising him?
The thinking patterns of big capitalists are also a little different from those of ordinary people.
Under her puzzled gaze, Jiang Zong also withdrew his fingers, and the soft touch still remained on his fingertips.
He leaned back in his chair, the clear spotlight outlining his three-dimensional profile and tall hump nose. There was a kind of arrogant coldness in his eyes, as if he was looking down at all living beings from a high position.
"Not everyone can be a capitalist. There are only so many means of production in this world. Who wouldn't want to possess more resources and enjoy better conditions?"
He chuckled.
"Those whose family background is rich but whose abilities don't keep up are called playboys. Only those whose abilities match their family background and who have climbed to high positions at a young age are called capitalists."
The man's eyes were bright and he looked slightly complacent.
"By becoming a capitalist, you can provide better conditions for your family, protect your wife and children, and let them spend money however they want and live as carefree as they want. How many men in this world have this ability?"
“…”
Qiao Ruoying suddenly understood.
It turns out that "calling" him a capitalist is actually a disguised recognition of his ability to fight in the cruel world of power and get a big piece of the pie, and also an acknowledgement of his "success."
He was an excellent persuader with his own impeccable logical system. Unconsciously, Qiao Ruoying actually agreed with his views.
Putting aside other things, just looking at Jiang Zongye's attitude of working day and night, his extraordinary energy, his smart and alert brain, and his clever rhetoric, she knew she could not learn it.
Not everyone can become a capitalist. After all, those who are superior to others are a minority.
Just now, Jiang Zong also mentioned "protecting his wife and children."
Deep down, Qiao Ruoying felt a faint envy for his future wife.
His wife can not only have him, a top Alpha with a good figure and good sexual performance, but also share his assets and money. Looking at Jiang Zongye's generous attitude, he must be willing to spend money on his wife.
I just don’t know who will be his wife in the future?
As for her, Qiao Ruoying faced the reality and knew that their relationship, despite the huge difference in family background and status, was just a fleeting romance. She never thought that far ahead.
When he gets tired of her, they will end the relationship and she will take the money and leave.
Qiao Ruoying thought for a while, and saw Jiang Zong beside her already immersed in work, his long fingers quickly tapping on the keyboard;
She was also infected by his enthusiasm and imported the statistical results of the group into Excel one by one.
As a scrap of the company's personnel, Lily assigned her a job: purchasing drinks and snacks for the refrigerator and pantry.
This job was originally very simple, as she only had to purchase according to the company's previous snack list, but Qiao Ruoying always heard the programmers complaining that "the fruits are so small, the snacks are so dry, and the bread has no taste."
In line with the idea of "doing one's job well", after obtaining Lily's consent, she sent a voting link in the group, inviting everyone to vote for their preferences and requirements for snacks and drinks.
Now that the votes were cast, she had to sort out the results.
But her Excel skills were truly poor, and she had to look up functions like categorization, classification, and summation. Overwhelmed by the vast amount of numbers, Qiao Ruoying resigned herself to opening a search engine, intent on learning the formulas and applying them immediately.
"What are you sorting?"
Jiang Zong also saw that she was scratching her hair and holding her chin, feeling very restless, so he asked.
"I count the snacks and drinks that my colleagues at the company like to eat," said Qiao Ruoying.
"Let me see."
Jiang Zong also took her phone and took a look at the vote she initiated.
This vote organizes the existing snack types, suppliers, flavors, prices, etc. on the market into categories, and some snacks and fruits are also marked with her tasting experience.
Jiang Zong also looked at her deeply.
Some people do things just for show, doing whatever they have to do and just muddling through; but Qiao Ruoying is not like that.
It can be seen that she really wants to purchase afternoon tea that suits everyone's taste.
She also did this tedious administrative work with all her heart.
Suddenly, her image in his mind became a little different.
She was not just an image of a young, innocent girl with fair skin and beautiful looks. He saw in her seriousness, sincerity, patience, meticulousness, drive and ingenuity.
"Are you stuck at the step of organizing the data?" He shifted his gaze back to her computer desktop.
"Yeah." Qiao Ruoying nodded embarrassedly.
When she submitted her resume, she proudly wrote on it that she was "proficient in Excel, PPT, Word and other office software", and she "fake it until make it" and praised herself to the skies.
Look, the boomerang immediately stabbed itself, right in front of Jiang Zongye.
Qiao Ruoying blinked and said self-deprecatingly:
"You said at the meeting on Monday that your ability should be commensurate with your salary. I, um... my ability needs improvement, but I have a very positive attitude towards learning."
Jiang Zong didn't expect that she still remembered what he said at the meeting on Monday. He felt a little happier and simply patted her shoulder and said, "Get up, I'll clean up."
Qiao Ruoying opened her lychee eyes wide in surprise, looking charming and charming.
If the company employees knew that the statistical forms of their snacks, fruits and drinks were compiled by the big boss himself, they would be furious.
She quickly stood up and made room for him.
Seeing Jiang Zong also sitting down, he took the position where she had just been through a layer of nightgown, and his big hands held her delicate little Psyduck mouse.
There seemed to be a slight rustling in her heart, and a branch called "joy" grew out.
Jiang Zong also learned the ideas and methodologies at the "Tao" level, and rarely learned the skills of "Shu". He also learned Excel skills on the spot, but he learned much faster than Qiao Ruoying.
Qiao Ruoying stood behind him. She had just glanced at the formula and was still dazzled when she saw Jiang Zong quickly switch back to the Excel page, enter the formula, and calculate it in no time.
Under his manipulation, the data were as well-behaved as silkworms and were arranged neatly. In a short while, he produced a clear statistical table.
"Okay, learn it." Jiang Zong also said.
“…”
Big boss, you are quick-witted and quick-acting, like a god, but she is not a god, she has not learned anything.
Qiao Ruoying secretly swore in her heart that when she returned to the rental house this weekend, she would study Excel skills well.
The clock pointed to 2:30 in the morning. Qiao Ruoying's double eyelids twitched, and she said to Jiang Zongye, "Mr. Jiang, I'm going to bed first. Good night."
Jiang Zong also responded to her without turning his head.
Qiao Ruoying got on the bed and fell asleep in the corner near the inside with her head covered.
Jiang Zongye was so engrossed in his work that it was already three o'clock in the morning when he finished everything.
After a quick wash, he came back and saw the girl lying on the King-size bed, wrapped up in a thin and soft bundle in the corner, taking up only a quarter of the bed. Her face was covered with the quilt, but she wasn't afraid of suffocation.
He reached out and lifted the corner of the quilt off her face.
Under the dim light, she slept with her eyes closed, her long black hair draped across her pillow, her cheeks flushed and her face adorable, like a delicate flower blooming on a branch. The loose collar of her silk nightgown, reaching down to her collarbone, was dotted with red marks along the soft, white, raised edge, the marks left by his fingers during their earlier encounter.
Thinking of how she had begged for mercy in tears earlier, her eyes accidentally met a certain part of his face. She stepped back with horror on her face, but he grabbed her ankle and pulled her towards her mercilessly.
Jiang Zongye's heart skipped a beat. He turned his face away and licked his dry lips.
Just one glance and my instinct started to roar, my blood rushed down, thinking of her softness and warmth, it was extremely delicious.
Forget it, it’s late tonight, so let her go for now.
When he wakes up tomorrow morning, he will indulge himself again.
Looking at Qiao Ruoying curled up in the corner, he placed a pillow upright between the two of them to slightly separate them before going to sleep.
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The next day, at seven in the morning, Jiang Zongye was woken up by his biological clock on time.
He woke up with his eyes open, and subconsciously touched the inside of the pillow. His palm pressed against the sheets and reached in, but he felt nothing and the remaining warmth of her body.
One side of the soft silk quilt was lifted up, and the fluffy and porous fibers absorbed the fragrance from her body, which was sweet and clear, yet full and delicate, lingering around the tip of one's nose.
It's like biting into a fresh peach, with the sweet peach juice splashing in your mouth.
His reaction in the morning was very intense, and he was seduced by her all night, so he felt dry mouth.
It's so early, and I don't know where she has gone. Could it be that Qiao Ruoying went straight home today?
Not seeing her charming figure, he felt a little empty in his heart. Jiang Zong also picked up the phone on the bedside table and called her directly.
When she picked up the phone, the man's voice contained a hint of unsatisfied hoarseness:
"Where are you? Where did you go so early in the morning?"
The author has something to say:
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Yingbao: What plagues men so early in the morning?
Boss Jiang: You still owe me two more times.
Boss Jiang: My wife praises me as a capitalist. She also knows I’m good at making money [hahaha] [hahaha] That’s a plus! A gigolo definitely can’t be as good as me!
He now puts a pillow in the middle of the bed. From now on, he will hug his wife all night and cannot sleep without her.
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