[MTL] The Fake Young Master Just Wants To Go Bankrupt

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He Xunyi decided to delay for a few days before starting the next system task, because to be honest, he has no idea what to do in the next project.

The system limit can only be voted for one, and there are too many options to invest 60 million in the entertainment industry. However, after the previous "Secular Strangerds" program, He Xun thought that while spending money on the system's spending tasks, he added some other things.

This is difficult to imagine, and there is no idea at present. He Xunyi decided not to think about it for the time being.

Anyway, with more than 100,000 He Xunyi, the wind has been blowing under his feet these two days, and the smile on his face has never gone down.

Someone in the company was so happy to guess what happened to Mr. He on that day.

I don't know if He Xunyi shook his shoulder and told him excitedly, "I have money!

A total of more than 100,000 yuan!"

Does that person think the world is magical? Is Mr. He still the kind of person who cares about more than 100,000 yuan?

In the afternoon, Yang Jin Pingcuo asked He Xunyi expectantly when he could go to work.

"Tomorrow, okay?" Yang Jinping asked.

He Xunyi didn't want to hurt Yang Jinpingcuo's self-esteem, but the fact is that there is nothing suitable for Yang Jinpingcuo in the company. Yang Jinpingcuo doesn't know Chinese characters and hasn't studied for a few days.

Nowadays, almost all children in Tibet have school to go to school, but Yang Jinpingcuo was not like this when he was a child. He is now nineteen years old and has long passed the age of compulsory education.

Their company doesn't have any physical work for Yang Jinpingcuo to do.

However, looking at the other party's longing eyes, He Xunyi couldn't say no. Besides, he said that he had given the child a salary of 10,000 yuan a month and didn't let him come to the company. Bian Zhen and Yang Jinpingcuo would definitely be confused.

"Come to the company tomorrow morning, and I'll tell you what to do." He Xunyi said.

Looking at Yang Jinpingcuo's happy back, He Xunyi only felt a lot of pressure, and at the same time, there was a faint sadness. Sure enough, a well-intentioned lie didn't know how many lies could be used to make up.

Early the next morning, He Xunyi went from the apartment to the company and began his day of work.

Not to mention, he trekked around every day when he was outside. Now when he comes back, I don't know if he will not get used to sitting in the office chair all day.

There is a sweet-looking little girl named Nian Yue at the front desk of the company.

Nian Yue greeted He Xunyi with a sweet smile: "Hello, Mr. He."

He Xunyi nodded with a smile. After walking a few steps, he suddenly found a different place. Why is the floor of the front desk and reception of this company so bright and slippery, almost bright and reflective?

"Xiao Nian, who dragged this place?" He Xunyi asked.

Nian Yue seemed to be using words, "Is it your new artist?"

"Haha, when did I sign the artist?" He Xunyi smiled.

Nian Yue said doubtfully, "Isn't it?

It's just a tall and thin handsome man.

Now is not the time for the company to recruit new employees. The person said that Mr. He asked him to come, and the other employees said that it was likely to be a newly signed artist.