The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack
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Yin Jinyuan's eyes were deep, holding the box, staring blankly at Gu Weimian. She wanted to struggle again, "Does it have to be today?" Ning Quruo blocked the woman's words first, "The contract has come into effect, hasn't it?" The woman in the suit blushed. Outside is a large office with small partitions, surrounded by many independent offices, tea rooms, conference rooms, etc., and further inside are the personal offices of several supervisors.
Yin Jinyuan's eyes were deep, holding the box, staring blankly at Gu Weimian.
Gu Weimian had a relaxed expression on his face, "Come?"
She made a gesture of invitation.
Her eyes were gentle and tolerant, and she truly regarded him as a great talent.
The man's lips tightened slightly.
But……
Do you really want to become Gu Weimian's disciple?
A million-dollar annual salary is still not attractive enough for men.
Deep down, he still wasn't optimistic about Gu Weimian's company.
Although he had fallen out with Ning Yuetong, he was well aware of the power of the Ning Group.
It would be difficult for Gu Weimian to achieve any results under Ning Yuetong's nose.
Following Gu Weiman’s words…how can he realize his ambitions?
Ning Quruo's expression turned gloomy when he saw this, and he looked at the person in front of him with indifferent eyes.
I feel that this man is ungrateful.
My sister has never been so humble to him...
He also took out his anger specifically on Yin Jinyuan.
"Sister, if they don't want to, forget it. They are not some extraordinary talent."
Gu Weimian smiled upon hearing this and said, "What nonsense! Mr. Yin is truly a talented person."
She looked at Yin Jinyuan.
Yin Jinyuan held the box and said nothing.
Seeing this, Gu Weimian lowered his eyes slightly, revealing a bit of helplessness and regret.
With the previous incident on Weibo, she had offended others badly.
It is understandable that Yin Jinyuan was unwilling to join her sect.
She took a deep breath and said, "Boss Yin, I'll take you down."
She said, smiling as she walked towards the elevator.
Seeing that Gu Weimian had lost his temper, Yin Jinyuan let it go and was even more patient with him, pressing the elevator button for him himself.
In the corner of my sight, I saw the slightly smug look on the woman in the suit.
Yin Jinyuan pursed his lips tightly, "I don't have any great talent, I'm afraid I will disappoint Miss Gu, but... I can still help watch them pack up and leave."
The faces of the woman in the suit and several employees changed.
A trace of surprise also flashed across Gu Weimian's face.
She looked at Yin Jinyuan. The man's face was covered with stubble and it was difficult to tell any specific expression on his face.
But she couldn't help but smile: "You're most welcome."
As she spoke, she made a gesture of invitation.
The woman in the suit and the clerks turned pale.
She wanted to struggle again, "Does it have to be today?"
Ning Quruo blocked the woman's words first, "The contract has come into effect, hasn't it?"
The woman in the suit blushed.
Seeing this, several employees knew that there was no way out.
His face darkened.
The pride and honor in my heart disappeared in an instant.
Procrastinating.
No one wanted to go back and pack up.
Ning Quruo looked calm, "It's okay if you don't want to clean up. I'll have the cleaning staff throw these things away, and I won't charge you for them."
Several people's faces froze.
The woman in the suit turned around first and quickly went back to her office.
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The layout of the offices on this floor is very similar to many office buildings.
Outside is a large office with small partitions, surrounded by many independent offices, tea rooms, conference rooms, etc., and further inside are the personal offices of several supervisors.
Yin Jinyuan chose a small meeting room with familiarity, which was right next to the large office.
The door of the entire small conference room is transparent, so you can see outside from the inside.
They sat there and watched the people outside moving their belongings.