"According to the contract, you can leave after paying the penalty. That's it."
Luo Hao quickly said, "Minister Zhang, I've only saved a hundred thousand over the years, and I have to borrow the rest. Can you give me just one hundred thousand?"
Zhang Chengliang ignored him, lowered his head to look at the documents, and casually pointed at the door.
Luo Hao turned around and walked towards the door in frustration. Before leaving the office, he suddenly turned back and said:
"Minister Zhang, I'm not middle-aged. I'm only 29 years old. I still have a lot of time to strive."
Zhang Chengliang ignored him and continued reading the documents.
Luo Hao went out silently and closed the door.
"Oh."
Zhang Chengliang looked up and sneered:
"This kind of fool will never get ahead in his life."
Two hours later, Luo Hao came to the Finance Department carrying a black plastic bag.
Under the surprised gaze of the beautiful finance girl, he took out 50,000 yuan that he had just borrowed from a friend from the plastic bag, and then carefully took out a bank card from his pocket, which contained 100,000 yuan that he had saved by living frugally over the years.
Three o'clock in the afternoon.
Luo Hao walked out of the Shenxin Entertainment office building.
The bright sunshine fell on him, but Luo Hao could not feel any warmth.
Because he has nothing left except that illusory dream.
After walking a distance, Luo Hao looked back at the luxurious office building that towered into the sky, and a smile uglier than crying appeared on his weathered face.
"goodbye."
Luo Hao bid farewell to the place where he had wasted six years. As he walked forward, he took out his cell phone and made a call.
"Hello, Ms. Fang, could you please send me the address of Aiyao Studio? And... could you lend me ten yuan on WeChat? I don't have money for the bus."
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