"Xiu Han is right. Our company is no longer competitive and must transform as soon as possible." Mr. Mu came to a conclusion after silence.
"Grandpa, what does he mean by belittling our company like this? If you look down on us, don't come back." Mu Chixuan gritted his teeth bitterly.
"Does the Mu family only accept praise and not criticism?" Mu Xiuhan disagreed.
"Chi Xuan, you work well in the marketing department. The R&D department will be given to Xiu Han with full responsibility. You two are not allowed to conflict again." Mr. Mu demanded sternly.
Mu Chixuan's expression was pale and he did not dare to say anything.
Wang Sisi was very anxious. The old man's decision was too dangerous.
After dinner at Mu's house, Mu Xiuhan and his wife returned to the villa.
"Momo." Qiao Momo had just taken a shower when Mu Xiuhan opened the door and came in.
"Huh?" Qiao Momo rubbed her newly washed hair and looked at him in astonishment.
"This is my bonus." The man put a bank card on the table: "I'll give it to you for safekeeping."
Qiao Momo's beautiful eyes widened: "You've only been working at Siya for a few days and you already got a bonus?"
Mu Xiuhan nodded: "I have developed a chip before, applied for a patent, and awarded me a sum of money."
"Really? Husband, you are so great." Qiao Momo rushed over and hugged his strong waist with her two little hands: "How much does it cost?"
"Eight hundred thousand."
"So much?" Qiao Momo jumped up in surprise and kissed him on the face: "Hubby, you are so valuable."
Mu Xiuhan wanted to laugh after hearing this. If she knew that she was sitting on hundreds of billions, what kind of praise would she say?
"In the future, I will become more and more valuable." The man lowered his head, kissed her forehead, and said dumbly.
Qiao Momo laughed heartily: "As long as you have enough money, don't risk your health just to make money."
"Are you worried about your sexual well-being?" The man's voice was filled with ambiguity.
"I...I didn't." Qiao Momo blushed and her heart beat, trying to deny it. The next second, she stood on her toes and kissed his thin lips: "You didn't take any medicine tonight?"
Mu Xiuhan: "..."
A woman who talks duplicity is obviously worried.
"It's too painful. That old man is lying." Mu Xiuhan resisted very much.
"You have to drink even if it's bitter. It's good for your health. Be obedient and I'll serve it to you." After Qiao Momo finished speaking, she turned around and went out.
Mo Xiuhan sat on the sofa sullenly. This little woman worked diligently to recuperate his body.
Qiao Momo brought the medicine and personally supervised him to drink it.
"Husband, what you said at Mu's house today was full of gunpowder. Aren't you afraid that your grandfather will regret it again?" Qiao Momo asked worriedly.
"What I said is the truth, but they are too embarrassed to admit it." Mu Xiu coldly curled his lips.
"Having said that, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you if you have to work with them in the future." Qiao Momo was worried about his situation.
"Don't be afraid, I can handle it." Mu Xiuhan gently stroked her hair: "Trust me."
Qiao Momo nodded slightly.
Mu Xiuhan lowered his head to kiss her face, but Qiao Momo immediately jumped back and pinched her little nose: "The medicine on your body smells so bitter."
man:"……"
She knew it was bitter and still forced him to drink it. She was really a heartless woman.
"Don't you have a game tomorrow? Go to bed early." Mu Xiuhan shook his head helplessly.
"Husband, are you free tomorrow? I want you to accompany me to the stadium." Qiao Momo suddenly rushed over, took his big hand, and shook her like a baby.
"Okay, I'll accompany you." The man's voice was gentle.
This was the first event in her career, how could he miss it?
"Really?" Qiao Momo's beautiful eyes were shining like stars. With him by her side, she could compete with peace of mind.
"Yeah." The man grabbed her hand, pulled her into his arms, pinched her chin, and quickly brushed her pink lips with his thin lips.
Qiao Momo didn't dodge. The man's kiss was not enough to satisfy her. She directly picked up the man's neck and kissed him forcefully.
Mu Xiuhan didn't expect her to be so proactive and enthusiastic, and was shocked.
"Okay, it's very late." Mu Xiuhan was afraid that the scar on his face would fall off, so he pushed her away with difficulty.
Qiao Momo laughed mischievously and stopped teasing him.
The prosperous wealthy club was full of young men from city B. Ling Yan's performance here was packed to a full house, and many people came here because of her reputation. I heard that there was an elf-like girl who was good at singing and dancing and was stunningly beautiful.
Ling Yan's reputation spread instantly, perhaps because she wore a mask or veil every day during her performances, which made her full of mystery.
The manager of a prosperous and wealthy family did not dare to offend Ling Yan. In addition, she was very powerful and the guests supported her. He had treated Ling Yan as a cash cow. He knew that there was Gu Xichen above her, who was not someone to be trifled with.
Tonight, there was still singing and dancing. Ling Yan chose a dance that has been very popular on the Internet recently. She wore a golden-blue veil and paired it with an ice-blue gauze dress, which made her look ethereal and mysterious.
She has practiced dancing since she was a child and has a good foundation. She can learn all kinds of dances instantly, and her professional performance is even more eye-catching.
"Come out, wow, you have such a good figure." At the door of the box on the second floor, a man stood at the railing, staring at the stage with bright eyes.
"That's her?" A lazy voice said, very young and arrogant.
"That's right, it's her. I don't know what kind of surprise she will bring tonight." The man leaning on the railing looked expectant.
The floor-to-ceiling window was lifted up with one hand, revealing an arrogant and handsome face. This person was none other than Gong Junrong, the son of a powerful and wealthy family in City B. He was famous for being arrogant and arrogant.
As the music played, Ling Yan stood on the stage with graceful posture and smooth movements. She performed two forward and side turns in succession, which showed her dancing skills. This is not a difficult move that ordinary people can do.
"If this were ancient times, this dance would be as graceful as a giant dragon. Tsk tsk, the figure is so soft." Leaning on the railing was Gong Junrong's follower, also a rich man named Li Qiao.
Gong Junrong squinted her eyes. When Ling Yan turned over just now, her pair of straight and white legs intrigued the man.
"Tell the manager and ask her to finish dancing and come to my place." Gong Junrong became interested and wanted to see what she looked like.
"Okay, I also want to have a drink with her." Li Qiao immediately turned around and went downstairs.
After finishing her dance, Ling Yan walked backstage panting.
"Miss Ling, Mr. Gong invites you." Li Qiao met her and immediately spoke with a smile.
"Who is Young Master Gong?" Ling Yan asked warily.
"You don't know how, are you so ignorant? You don't even know Mr. Gong?" Li Qiao shouted exaggeratedly, there is no one in City B who doesn't know Gong Junrong.
"Sorry, I sweat a lot. I need to change my clothes. Please borrow them." Ling Yan whispered, trying to get around him.
"Hey, Mr. Gong's face needs to be given. Come with me." Li Qiao immediately grabbed her wrist.
"Hey, Mr. Li, if you have something to say, don't do anything." The manager hurriedly came over to smooth things over.
Ling Yan looked at the manager and asked him for help.
"Master Gong is upstairs." Li Qiao only said this name.
When the manager heard this, his expression was filled with awe: "It turns out to be Young Master Gong, Ling Yan, go up and have a drink with Young Master Gong."
"Manager, I..." Ling Yan looked at him fearfully.
"It's okay. Mr. Gong will definitely not embarrass you. Come down after a glass of wine." The manager did not dare to offend Gong Junrong, so he had to let Ling Yan go up.
"Let's go, Miss Ling." Li Qiao said proudly.
Ling Yan had no choice but to follow Li Qiao to the second floor and to a private room.
The door of the box opened, and a young man was sitting on the sofa. There were two beautiful women beside him, playing dice to guess the size.
"Mr. Gong, she's here." Li Qiao just touched Ling Yan's hands twice, and they were indeed delicate and white, which surprised him.
"Take off the veil." Gong Junrong lazily leaned back on the sofa, his tone unequivocal.