"Thanks this time." Lei Xuan bit the lollipop in his mouth into pieces and threw the plastic stick into the trash can at his feet.
Yao Weiwan shook his head: "It's also very interesting to watch Yan Xianjue's face change."
Lei Xuan thought for half a second, touched his conscience which didn't hurt much, and nodded in agreement.
"Indeed, it's the only thing that makes you see him startled like a high school student."
Yao Weiwan: "Take it easy, I won't help you next time."
"It's okay." Lei Xuan said.
Before Yao Weiwan could figure out what he meant by "it's okay", she heard Lei Xuan add, "Yan Xianjue usually takes the blame together to save trouble, so it doesn't matter who is to blame."
Yao Weiwan: “…”
Yao Weiwan complained: "When I first heard your name, I should have carried the train station and left Qianhai City."
Lei Xuan shrugged his shoulders and said in a relaxed tone: "It's too late to say these things now. I advise you to accept your fate."
Yao Weiwan sent Lei Xuan back with a bit of disgust, telling him to go back and rest first and not to get in the way here.
Lei Xuan took out another lollipop and put it in his mouth. Yao Weiwan reminded him, "Your dad told you to eat less sugar."
Lei Xuan turned around and casually waved his hands twice as a farewell, pretending that he didn't hear the rest of the words.
Yao Weiwan shook his head helplessly. He was obviously older than them, but he did things from time to time that were difficult to understand.
The key point is that his father still spoils him. He asked Ji Xi to help take care of him when he went out to record a travel variety show, and came to greet him in advance when he came to film.
He didn't say that, judging by the way Mr. Lei raised his son, if we look at Lei Xuan in twenty years, he will probably still look the same as he does now.
Yao Weiwan stroked his chin and muttered to himself, "Then maybe I could use Lei Xuan as a prototype and make an educational film about the dangers of overindulging in children."
Yan Xianjue didn't know that one of his little donkeys had already thought of the subject matter for twenty years later.
As soon as he pushed open the door of Yan Yian's office, he saw two unfamiliar faces in suits and ties reporting to Yan Yian.
Yan Yian took the time to say, "Please sit down for a moment. There's a game console on the coffee table. Ask your special assistant to order whatever you want."
Yan Xianjue nodded, made an OK gesture, and sat on the sofa beside him.
But when his special assistant came over with orange juice and some snacks, he casually asked, "Is my eldest brother busy today?"
Special Assistant: “…”
Don’t you know whether you are busy or not?
Can that be summed up by saying today is very busy?
The complaints in his heart did not affect his professional and calm manner when he spoke: "Boss Yan has been very busy recently."
Yan Xianjue nodded, not knowing what he understood.
Special Assistant: “…”
No, you're not going to continue asking? Or why not ask anyway and give me a chance to explain myself clearly!
The special assistant put on a mask of pain in his heart, always feeling that there seemed to be something wrong with what the young master understood!
But forget it, forget it, he is just a poor worker!
Yan Xianjue didn't know that someone was whispering to him in his heart right in front of him. He pricked up his ears and listened for a few words, but soon felt a little bored.
He complained boredly: "Since he is busy, why doesn't he let me go to my dad's office first."
The special assistant pulled the corner of his mouth with a forced smile: "Director Yan hasn't come to work for a while, and there's nothing prepared in the office."
To be precise, ever since the rainstorm, Director Yan seemed to have finally found an excuse to shirk his work and he even stopped attending board meetings.
The people at Yan's have known one thing for a long time, that is, it is only a matter of time before the title of "President" is changed to "Director", and the recent atmosphere in the company gives them the feeling that this day should be coming soon.
He thought that the young master would be very happy, because he would not have to do anything and would be promoted from Xiao Yanzong to Yanzong naturally.
It’s just that these working people like this!
It's okay! It's okay! It's okay!
I deserve to work overtime!
The resentment in the special assistant is almost materializing.
Yan Xianjue gave him a strange look: "Why, are you unhappy?"
The special assistant's mouth curved into a standard arc: "How could that be?"
It's just that President Yan is working overtime, so the entire secretariat has to work overtime as well. It doesn't matter. He gets overtime pay and bonuses. It's okay.
Look at Ji Xi, he eats and lives in the company, and starts working as soon as he opens his eyes. In comparison, he is already much better!
People are afraid of comparison, he is already very content.
Yan Yian walked over at this time.
Only then did Yan Xianjue realize that the two people had already left.
Yan Yian: "Why did you come here suddenly?"
Yan Xianjue stretched out his hand and said confidently, "I'm out of money, give me some gold coins."
Special Assistant: “…”
Yan Yian: “…”
Yan Yian: "Where are Lin Lang's hundreds of millions?"
Even though he was questioning her, he didn't hesitate to take out two bank cards from his suit pocket and handed them to Yan Xianjue: "Spend them first."
Special Assistant: “…”
The special assistant couldn't bear to watch it any longer. He bent down slightly and said, "Boss Yan, I'll be leaving first if you're fine."
Yan Yian nodded.
After he closed the door, Yan Xianjue spoke softly, "Big Brother, you don't know how much cash I got?"
"After deducting taxes and donations, and then deducting the shares, I don't have much cash left."
"I have invested in several projects before, and this time I invested in an amusement park. I don't think I can see the return on investment immediately." When saying the last sentence, Yan Xianjue's face was obviously unhappy. This is the world of a novel, why can't there be a time acceleration function.
Yan Yian ignored Yan Xianjue's thoughts about the time acceleration function and came to a conclusion: "Did you put your pocket money in as well?"
Yan Xianjue: "Not really, I just came here so I asked and saw if I could reveal anything."
"Brother, you are so generous!"
Yan Yian is now immune to words like Yan Xianjue's.
"Would you like to help me with the documents?"
Yan Xianjue shook his head like a rattle: "Forget it, what if I make a mistake and your employees get scolded? That wouldn't be good."
Yan Yian: "Oh, then just consider them unlucky."
Yan Xianjue: “…”
He was still not used to Yan Yian speaking to him in that slightly sarcastic tone.
"I want to find someone, big brother, please help me."
"Hmm?" Yan Yian became slightly interested.
Yan Xianjue searched on his phone and found a piece of news from a few days ago:
"A well-known Wall Street investment manager has left the company due to personnel changes."
Yan Yian took a quick look and nodded to indicate that he did know about it.
Yan Xianjue said: "As far as I know, he is a short-term expert and always has a keen eye for risk aversion."
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