"Boss, don't you pay your salary?" Jin Chenyun sat back in his office chair, turned on his computer and started handling official business, asking without raising his head.
"It's all used up." Jiang Cheng simply lay down on the table, staring at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling in a daze.
He thought about the painting he bought at the auction last week, the takeout he ordered while playing games all night, and the imported canned food he bought for stray cats. The money was indeed spent like water.
Jin Chanyun almost laughed out loud. His fingers pounded hard on the keyboard, and the report on the screen shook. So he was treating himself like an ATM, wasn't he?
Yes, for Jiang Cheng, it would be a waste not to use it. And he has a lot of money. It's just that Jin Suyun is a man with a lot of bad intentions and schemes, but sometimes he can be easy to talk to.
"Earn it yourself." He said coldly.
"How can I, a student, earn money?" Jiang Cheng wailed, rolled off the table, and collapsed on the carpet at Jin Chanyun's feet. "I still have to pay tuition, feed my cat, and..."
"This is your own business." Jin Yunyun interrupted him, but when he saw the red mark on Jiang Cheng's wrist where the belt had been tightened, his fingers paused slightly. That was left when he had just suppressed him.
"Mr. Jin, Mr. Jin, you are the best. Please be magnanimous and forgive me for my mistakes and give me some money..." Jiang Cheng suddenly knelt down, clasped his hands together, and looked at him pitifully.
As soon as he looked up, he met the boy's pitiful face... Jiang Cheng was also an 18-year-old boy with a delicate baby face and wet eyelashes, like butterfly wings wet by rain.
But he was facing... Jin Chenyun... an elite from the upper class...
There was no way he would be soft-hearted towards this madman Jiang Cheng...
"Get out..." Jin Suyun spat out the word coldly from his throat.
He won't fall for it! So Jiang Cheng's tricks are useless to him... Only weak and incompetent men will fall for such cute tricks.
"Tsk, so stingy." Jiang Cheng smacked his lips in dissatisfaction, got up from the ground, picked up the sunglasses on the coffee table and put them on.
The eyes behind the lenses swept across Jin Chanyun's taut jawline, and suddenly reached out and tugged at his tie as if playing a prank, "Take me out for dinner next time to make it up to me."
He pushed open the office door, but was stopped by Jin Chanyun's emotionless voice when he was about to leave.
"Wait………"
"Could it be that Lord Jin... has changed his mind?" Jiang Cheng turned around and leaned against the door frame with a playful smile on his lips.
"You have to pay me back the two hundred million..." Jin Sunyun flipped open the account book, his slender fingers running over the string of numbers. That was the money Jiang Cheng lost at the casino last month using his black card.
"No...you are already so rich, but you are still short of two hundred million?" Jiang Cheng's pupils trembled and he was almost angry to death.
He thought of the tarmac where Jin Chanyun's private jet landed, the limited edition sports cars in his collection, and the antique vases he had casually given away, "Damn capitalist...!" Is this what people mean when they say the richer you are, the more stingy you become?
"If you don't pay it back, don't blame me for taking action." Jin Suyun closed the account book, his voice as calm as if he was talking about tomorrow's weather.
But Jiang Cheng knew that he could do what he said. This man's revenge methods were notoriously cruel in the business world.
Okay, okay, this is a naked threat.
That's fine...that's how we play it, right?
"Okay..." Jiang Cheng said to him gritting his teeth, and when he turned around, he deliberately bumped into the door frame, making a loud "bang" sound.
When she left, she didn't forget to glare at Jin Suyun fiercely, but when the door was about to close, she smiled brilliantly again: "Master Jin, when I become rich, I will be the first to support you."
The door slammed shut, and Jin Sunyun leaned back in his chair, rubbing his swollen temples. The water stains Jiang Cheng had left on his desk hadn't dried yet, and they glowed faintly under the lamp.
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