Mr. Qiu was a little surprised. He didn't expect that it was because of him that Secretary Zhen started to go live streaming, and achieved success, made money, and improved the situation at home.
Mr. Qiu was suddenly touched. Hey, maybe he didn’t make much money during this period, but he was happy to help others.
"So how much do you earn now?" According to Mr. Qiu's opinion, Secretary Zhen's earnings are probably around 10,000 or 20,000 yuan.
"Maybe there is more than 600,000 yuan. Some of it has not been withdrawn. I have been busy recently and have not checked the balance." Secretary Zhen carefully counted his fingers.
"6...", Mr. Qiu reacted, my god, more than 600,000, that's too exaggerated, I work so hard to earn 10,000, and you tell me more than 600,000. Mr. Qiu suddenly felt sad. He originally wanted to ask Secretary Zhen to work hard to comfort her wounded heart, but he was hurt by mistake.
Mr. Qiu thought of something very depressing. His colleagues were all wearing beautiful clothes and shoes that were obviously expensive, but he was the only one who was still wearing cheap clothes because he had no money to buy a suit. Oh my God, why was it so unfair? Even Secretary Zhen, who was not rich and couldn't even find a job, was now living a better life than him.
Secretary Zhen was unaware of Mr. Qiu's sadness and continued to talk to himself, irritating Mr. Qiu's weak heart.
"Mr. Qiu, do you think that if I work harder, I will be able to save enough money to buy a house?"
This... adds insult to injury to Mr. Qiu.
Mr. Qiu was in no mood at all. “Go out first. I suddenly remembered that I have an important call to make and handle some urgent business.”
Hearing what Mr. Qiu said, Zhen Facai did not dare to be negligent at all. He quickly left and closed the door.
The president's office left behind a lonely, sad, poor and pitiful Mr. Qiu.
Ahhhh!!! Mr. Qiu was roaring in his heart.
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