"What? How much?"
Xiang Zhihua was somewhat skeptical of the number he heard. Fifty thousand yuan, including the odds, was almost the monthly income here.
“Boss, haven’t you heard that at the beginning no one thought anyone would dare to provoke Henry, so.”
"idiot."
Xiang Zhihua frowned, feeling an indescribable pain in his heart.
He had long known that his men had a fatal flaw: they acted arbitrarily and without thinking. No matter how many people there were in the place, no one had any impression of Wu Changyun. This was really unacceptable.
"I'll ask my brothers to read more newspapers in the future." Uncle Bao murmured.
"Is it too late to tell me now?"
Xiang Zhihua gritted his teeth and moved closer to Wu Changyun. He secretly raised three fingers and whispered to Wu Changyun, "I'll send someone to give it to you later."
Wu Changyun glanced at the other person and wrote his address to the accountant.
"principal."
Wu Changyun stretched out his hand and said.
"Who do you think I am?" Xiang Zhihua was a little helpless, but his face was really not useful at the moment. Continuing to argue would only make him lose more face.
"Give it to him."
Wu Changyun took away the principal. He could have earned an additional 350,000 yuan, but he gave up considering that Mo Yuxuan was also present.
Wu Changyun followed Mo Yuxuan out of the boxing gym, and Yu Yi caught up with them for some reason.
"I'm sorry, that guy was too naughty today," Yu Yi said a little dryly. In fact, he had no reason to apologize at all.
"It doesn't matter."
"Well, in the future." Yu Yi pointed to the motorcycle helmet.
"There will be another chance next time."
Wu Changyun smiled friendly, then rolled up the car window and left. Yu Yi stood far away with a sigh of relief. As long as Ding Pei was still there, he would not have to worry about not being able to contact her.
Wu Changyun had a rare period of free time during this period, and he even planned to go out for a vacation. It must be said that Du Qifeng was really his trusted and beloved general. This guy could make the filming go smoothly even if he left.
"I still remember this guy. His first movie was a box office poison."
Wu Changyun chuckled and sipped the teacup with the teapot lid, looking very peaceful and enjoying himself.
Fushun was making a "ding-ding-bang" sound in the other corner of the room, which was really a bit of a spoiler.
"What are you doing?"
"Looking for a lease." Fushun was sweating profusely in anxiety.
"What's wrong? Someone sublet the place halfway."
"It's not a sublease. I haven't contacted him for a long time. The police came to look for him recently and seemed to say that he had a car accident." Fushun replied hurriedly.
"Forget it, then forget it. Why bother turning it over?"
Wu Changyun said casually.
"He hit someone else."
"Fuck, then collect."
"No, I crashed into a tree while trying to avoid a pedestrian."
Wu Changyun looked at Fushun with a bad face. Couldn't this guy just finish what he was saying in one breath?
Wu Changyun stood up and remembered that Fushun often filled the sofa with contract documents and other things. Wu Changyun squatted in front of the sofa and looked down. Sure enough, there were a few pieces of paper under the sofa.
Wu Changyun reached out and took out several different leases.
"Here it is."
"Awesome, awesome." Fushun wanted to take over the lease, but Wu Changyun was reluctant to let go.
"What are you doing?" Fushun asked in confusion.
Wu Changyun stared at the name "Wu Mengda" on the lease. It all seemed like a dream. Although it was reasonable to meet Wu Mengda after traveling through time, he had just learned of the other party's bad news before traveling through time.
Uncle Da means a lot to Wu Changyun and brings him so much joy and touching moments.
The current Wu Mengda is just like Stephen Chow when he first debuted. They are both talented people who will definitely join as long as they are offered an olive branch, because their early days were relatively bleak.
This is also the advantage of traveling through time in the 1970s. By the 1980s, those big names that Wu Changyun was most familiar with were still within his reach.
"What's wrong? Why are you daydreaming?"
"It's okay, the rent will be waived." Wu Changyun said as he returned the lease to Fushun.
A week later, Wu Changyun finally arrived in Macau, the place he had been longing for. Now he has achieved financial freedom at a high point. Wu Changyun was not a workaholic, so it was time for him to take a break.
"Hey, can you wait for me?"
Zhao Yazhi wore a white short skirt and a pair of high heels under her white calves.
The two sat on the stone steps of the Ruins of St. Paul's. After all, this is a famous tourist attraction in Macau. There are many tourists coming and going. When they saw the combination of Wu Changyun and Zhao Yazhi, they all took a few more glances from the side.
Wu Changyun was no longer surprised by such things, and the same was true for Zhao Yazhi, who was a flight attendant.
"I didn't expect you to invite me here, but you're so unromantic. Shouldn't there be flowers or something for an occasion like this?"
"Isn't there a band I prepared for you?"
Wu Changyun pointed to the street performers who were playing at the bottom of the stairs.
"Ha, does that count?"
Zhao Yazhi smiled. The two of them were already very close, and they inadvertently moved even closer.
In order to invite Zhao Yazhi, Wu Changyun spent a lot of money. He not only reimbursed her vacation salary, but also found someone to take her shift and made arrangements, etc.
This behavior has some of the feel of a nouveau riche, but he has never cared much about other people's opinions. Zhao Yazhi's colleagues even thought that she had made friends with some rich man. Such rumors are often circulated in the circle of flight attendants. After all, they are in contact with rich people.
"Besides working at the airline, do you have any other side jobs?"
"Oh, I used to be a model."
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