Ye Hao looked at a screen in front of him with his hands on his back, and then chuckled for a moment: "Song Wenwen is doing a good job, so wait for the right time to be promoted to general manager."
Xia Yun, who was standing behind Ye Hao, had his hair loose today. He heard this and stroked the ends of his hair, and then said softly: "Yes, then I'll thank the president for Xiao Song first..."
Ye Hao smiled and said, "Remember to instruct Song Wenwen to do a more similar show and do a good job. There is no need to be too polite because she is my wife. I don't know how long this couple can do it again...
...”
As he said this, Ye Hao also sighed. He was sincere to Zheng Man'er, but...
Behind Ye Hao, Xia Yun didn't know if he heard the first half of the sentence, but was shocked and said, "President, you... are you going to get a divorce!?"
"Is it strange that I want to get a divorce?" Ye Hao looked outside and sighed, "I admit that I have really touched her in the past three years, but she..."
Speaking of this, Ye Hao really doesn't want to say it anymore. He originally thought that Zheng Man'er still had some good feelings for him, but now he found that Zheng Man'er's feelings for him may not be love, but simple.
Family affection is just like a dog. It may also lead to feelings after being raised for a long time.
However, Ye Hao said so, and he felt that at that moment, he might not be able to make up this decision.
Seeing Ye Hao sighing slightly, Xia Yun's heart was throbbing, but at this moment she didn't dare to say anything, but thought for a while and said, "President, I have someone arranged the furniture for you in the bedroom, but
The bathroom is not that fast, and it may take several days to renovate...or, are you going to stay in my house for the time being tonight?"
"It's OK." Ye Hao took out his cell phone and took a look. Now he has two mobile phones. More than 80,000 mobile phones are for office use, and the old man's phone is the only gift Zheng Man'er gave him, and the private ones are stored in it.
Number, but for so long, Zheng Man'er hasn't called or sent me a message.
"If the time is about the same, take me to the bank first and increase the amount of my black gold card so that I won't be able to get it out." Ye Hao remembered another thing. It was really embarrassing to buy a mobile phone last night.
Let's go and run the bank for business.
Soon, Xia Yun drove Ye Hao to the downstairs of the Nanhai Commercial Bank headquarters in Bentley, but this place has always been difficult to park, and she couldn't find a parking space for a while.
"You wait for me here, just a little business, come back after finishing it." Ye Hao ordered and got off the car on his own.
Due to the weekend, the headquarters of Nanhai Commercial Bank is not many customers, only a few people are sparse, and the VIP area has not been opened.
Seeing that there were not many people, Ye Hao found a window to queue up, and he was soon ranked.
"Sir, do you need any help?" In the counter, a woman showed a professional smirk.
Ye Hao said: "My card has been restricted from spending limit. I want to come here to adjust the spending limit."
As soon as I heard that it was not a deposit business or financial management business, the smile on the female teller's face disappeared. At this moment, she said coldly: "Sir, you don't need to come to the counter to handle it. You can handle it in the online banking.
Now.”
Ye Hao walked around his head and said, "This, the amount I want to adjust is relatively high, it seems that I can't handle it online..."
At the counter, Wei Zili frowned slightly. Who is it? If you adjust the quota online, the upper limit can be adjusted to 100,000 yuan. This guy in front of you is full of poverty and sourness. Can the consumption of a month exceed 100,000 yuan?
At this moment, Wei Zili smiled slightly, but couldn't hide the indifference in her eyes: "Sorry, sir, I don't know how high you want to adjust the amount to? If it's less than 100,000, we won't handle it here."
Ye Hao was speechless. What was his attitude? He was picky about his own business. At that moment, he said coldly: "Then how high can your highest consumption limit be adjusted?"
"One hundred million." Wei Zili said sarcastically, "Don't you know, sir, do you need it?"
"Then it's 100 million." Ye Hao said.
"Puchi..." Wei Zili couldn't help laughing. After looking at Ye Hao for a moment, she said lightly, "Sir, if you want to perform a sketch, please go out and turn left to Nanhai TV Station.
We are a bank here, not a draft scene!”
Ye Hao was really impatient at this moment. He took out the black gold card from his pocket and threw it on the counter, and said lightly: "Okay, since that's the case, I'll help me get a transfer check. I want to put the one in the card.
All the money was transferred."
"Oh, I didn't expect that the poor guys would know how to transfer checks, you..." Wei Zili sneered. When she was halfway through her words, she subconsciously glanced at the bank card. The next moment, she was so scared that she was in a state of cold sweat.