Yan Qiao shook her head. Pei Xiang's character isn't very good.
[How could you betray someone like that? Isn't he a distant relative of yours? He's bankrupt, and you still talk about him like that.]
Pei Xiang gripped her phone tightly, experiencing for the first time what it felt like to reap what you sow.
She wanted nothing more than to grab Yan Qiao's head and shake it hard, screaming in her ear, "He didn't go bankrupt! He's the richest man in Yancheng!"
Yan Qiao: [Didn't you say you'd be my assistant last time? Why did you run off yesterday?]
Pei Xiang, who was skipping class, felt perfectly justified: "I've been quite busy with my studies lately, so I won't be going for the time being."
Yan Qiao told her to study hard and then didn't reply.
She hung up the phone and looked at Pei Jingzhan.
"Mr. Pei, what is your relationship with Pei Xiang?"
Pei Jingzhan glanced at her, "Niece."
Yan Qiao clicked her tongue. She knew it; Pei Xiang's character was rather poor.
"Your family relationship is really fake."
Pei Jingzhan: "How do you prove it?"
Although Pei Xiang was a bit eccentric, ignorant, stupid, and lazy, he still thought his niece was quite good.
Yan Qiao whispered, "You can't tell her that I told you these things. If you weren't so good-looking, I wouldn't have told you."
“Hmm, I won’t tell her.” Pei Jingzhan said lazily.
Yan Qiao then said, "She said you're all looks and no substance, and told me to fire you."
Pei Jingzhan raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
No wonder Pei Xiang ran away yesterday.
"You can't go and settle scores with her. Apart from this one thing being a bit unkind, she's a very nice person."
Pei Jingzhan scoffed, "Is that so?"
Of course, he wouldn't hold Pei Xiang accountable.
Not long after, Pei Xiang, who had skipped class to eat and drink with friends, received a call from her roommate.
"Xiaoyou, what's wrong?"
"Pei Xiang, you've been called out by Master Miejue! He said you've missed too many classes this semester, so you'd better prepare for the make-up exams!"
Pei Xiang cried out in despair, "How could this happen? He never takes attendance!"
She slumped into a chair; that phone call had nearly killed her.
Yan Qiao was unaware that she had inadvertently betrayed Pei Xiang, and even less aware that Pei Jingzhan had already secretly settled accounts with Pei Xiang in his own way.
Only Li Qiao knew the truth: never mess with a vengeful man, especially Third Master Pei.
Yan Qiao scrolled through the comments and found that everyone was complaining about the blurry picture quality.
I remember she was good at taking photos secretly, so this probably wasn't taken by her...
The image quality is incredibly blurry; the hand was shaking.
The editing and voice-over are very professional, and the script is also sophisticated; the only downside is the video quality—it's absolutely terrible.
Yan Qiao refused to take the blame and quickly replied: "I hired the cameraman, is it really that bad?"
Fans chanted, "Fire him! Fire him!"
Yan Qiao touched her nose. "It's only three thousand yuan a month. I guess I'll just have to bear with it."
At this moment, Li Qiao also sent a message to Pei Jingzhan.
Li Qiao: [Third Master, Miss Yan Qiao's fans are all clamoring to fire you! Danger!]
JZ: [Ha, she wouldn't dare. If she doesn't pay social security, I can apply for labor arbitration.]
Li Qiao: [...]
He's even started arguing with social security!
This world is truly magical.
Li Qiao: [Will you attend the cross-border video conference this afternoon?]
JZ: [No, I'm moving.]
Li Qiao was speechless.
"Where will I live?" Pei Jingzhan wasn't joking; he really was moving.
Since meals and accommodation are included, of course we should stay in the courtyard house.
Yan Qiao said, "In the main courtyard, the main house is my room, this reception room will be our meeting room, the side rooms are a bit small, you can choose one of the east or west wing rooms, and I will help you furnish it later."
Pei Jingzhan: "I want something expensive, otherwise I won't be used to living here."
Yan Qiao stared in disbelief, "You really have the nerve to say that!"
"If accommodation is provided, shouldn't the employees be made comfortable?" he retorted confidently.
Yan Qiao gritted her teeth. Who could resist that face?
Even letting him sleep in a cheap bed feels like a disservice to him.
She secretly checked her bank account balance, which mostly consisted of her translation fees, totaling less than 100,000 yuan.
But she has another card. Yan Shu said that Xiao Li would transfer the rent from the house under her name to her on time every month, starting this month.
Yan Qiao opened it and saw that there were more than 400,000 inside.
Her breath hitched, and she felt like she was floating.
One of the large sums, 80,000, was transferred by a tenant living in Zixingyuan.
She suddenly felt able to stand up straight in front of Pei Jingzhan.
"Come on, I'll take you to buy furniture right now, expensive stuff, I have money!"
That swagger is practically screaming, "I'll take care of you!"
Pei Jingzhan raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"
"What kind of look is that? I'm really rich! You're bankrupt, have some self-awareness!"
Pei Jingzhan scoffed, "A monthly salary of three thousand, with two hundred deducted, he's certainly rich."
Yan Qiao ignored him, "That's because your work attitude is bad. Anyway, I have money."
Pei Jingzhan readily agreed: "Boss is so generous, then I won't stand on ceremony."
Yan Qiao thought to herself that even the most expensive bed would only cost around ten thousand yuan, which she could afford.
The two went outside, and Yan Qiao locked the courtyard house.
She wanted to call a car, but found that there was already a car parked in the parking space in front of the door.
She paused for a moment, "Is this your car? You drove here?"
Pei Jingzhan took out his car keys, and Yan Qiao raised an eyebrow.
"It's quite expensive, isn't it? If you sell your car, you won't need to work for me anymore."
Pei Jingzhan: "This is my keepsake, I can't sell it."
He naturally walked to the back seat and just opened the car door.
Yan Qiao then said, "You want me, your boss, to drive you around?"
Pei Jingzhan closed the car door. "I'm used to it."
Yan Qiao muttered, "How come you look more like the boss than I do?"
Pei Jingzhan walked to the driver's seat and resigned himself to being the driver.
"Give me a raise."
Yan Qiao laughed in anger, "Mr. Pei, can you go check your Weibo? My fans are all telling me to fire you! And you still dare to ask me for a raise here!"
Pei Jingzhan said, "I don't have Weibo."
"Why do you live like an old cadre? What are your hobbies? Don't rich kids have even more fun?"
Pei Jingzhan raised an eyebrow. Interests and hobbies?
Does work count?
Golf, horseback riding, racing, yachting.
Yan Qiao clicked her tongue in amazement, "This is indeed the life of the rich."
These weren't really hobbies for Pei Jingzhan; they were just more convenient for discussing business in certain situations.
His only hobby is that he has some interest in collecting things.
Yan Qiao said, "Download Weibo and follow me. This is a basic quality that every working person must have."
Pei Jingzhan handed her the phone, saying, "Here you go."
Yan Qiao downloaded Weibo for him and registered an account with the name "Yan Qiao's Cameraman".
"Let's add each other on WeChat."
"Um."
Yan glanced at him and noticed that his name was "JZ".
"Are these the initials of your name? It doesn't seem so."
Pei Jingzhan's face stiffened. "It was just a random name, it has no meaning."
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