Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 1138 1155 [I'm not a profiteer]
In the Korean courtyard ---
Had a comfortable breakfast.

Song Zhichao, however, felt refreshed, swept away the confusion from last night's hangover, and especially felt that he had done another good deed by arranging a job for this miserable woman, Park Chunhua.

I treat their mother and daughter kindly, and arrange a school for Jin Baoer, and a job for Park Chunhua, so I am a righteous person.

No wonder people often say that doing good deeds brings a good mood, and now Song Zhichao is in a good mood.

For a long time, Song Zhichao had been intriguing with those very unkind chaebols in South Korea, or just spent money with them, and rarely had the opportunity to do good deeds and improve his moral standards.

In short, do good deeds every day, you are happy, I am happy.

Song Zhichao opened his arms, Jin Sanshun helped him put on his coat, and Park Chunhua next to him handed him the briefcase.

Song Zhichao walked out of the door, entered the courtyard, and was about to leave when Jin Sanshun suddenly said softly behind him: "President Song, I..."

"What about me? If you have something to say, hurry up and don't babble..." Song Zhichao turned to look at her.

Jin Sanshun looked a little nervous, bit his lip, and played with the corner of his clothes with one hand, "Well, my mother is going to work in your company, isn't she?"

"Yeah, since I've said it, I won't go back on it—I'm a man of my word."

"Then my grandma is going to work, shouldn't she dress decently?"

Song Zhichao turned his face and looked at Pu Chunhua who was beside him. Indeed, he was dressed a bit shabby. Compared with those fashionable men and women in Seoul, he looked like he was from the countryside.

"Of course, although my company doesn't have any requirements on clothing, at least it should be neatly dressed, so as to have a good mental outlook; of course, the company will also distribute work clothes at that time."

"President Song, you are right. My grandma is actually very good-looking, and she has a good figure..."

Song Zhichao: "..."

Immediately staring, "You girl, why are you telling me these things?"

Jin Sanshun blushed, "I mean, I want to buy her a set of clothes."

"Then buy it, don't tell me these things."

"But, I have no money..." Jin Sanshun lowered his head, not daring to look at Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao: "..."

Startled for a moment, "Why did you tell me that you have no money? Do you want to borrow money?"

Jin Sanshun raised his head boldly, "I'm not borrowing money, I'm begging you to pay me my salary..."

Song Zhichao: "..."

Confused.

For a long time, "Didn't I pay you wages?"

Jin Sanshun shook his head like a rattle, "No."

Song Zhichao: "You haven't worked here since you came here?"

Kim Sam Soon: "Well, not all the time."

Song Zhichao: "Impossible, right?" He quickly took out his mobile phone and called the company, and then he found out, indeed, no!

The reason is simple. Hiring Jin Sanshun as his babysitter is purely Song Zhichao's personal behavior, and has nothing to do with the Song Group established by Song Zhichao. That is to say, Jin Sanshun's name is not listed in the personnel files of the group company.

Jin Sanshun's salary needs to be paid by Song Zhichao himself.

Song Zhichao: "..."

Blushed.

I have been yelling at the little nanny Jin Sanshun all the time, and from time to time I teach her and scold her.

I didn't expect that people didn't take money to go to work, and they worked as "volunteers" for me for so long.

"Ahem, Sanshun, why didn't you tell me about this situation earlier? President Song, am I the kind of person who is short of money?" After saying this, Song Zhichao's face turned red again.

Mainly embarrassment.

It's so embarrassing.

"I know President Song didn't do it on purpose, that's why I have the courage to say this, don't blame me!"

"How can I blame you? You're right to say it, and I'll pay you right away! Well, how much is it?"

"One million won a month."

"Oh, really? Not much, just this little money!"

100 million won, equivalent to [-] Hong Kong dollars, is indeed not much for Song Zhichao.

After Song Zhichao finished speaking, he hurriedly took out his wallet.

but--
After digging for a long time, I didn't take it out.

what happened?
Only then did Song Zhichao realize that he forgot his wallet in the car?
Next to him, the babysitters Jin Sanshun and Park Chunhua were still waiting, and they stared at Song Zhichao with wide eyes.

Song Zhichao groped for a long time, but found nothing.

"President Song, don't you... have no money?" Jin Sanshun blinked, looked at Song Zhichao and asked timidly.

Park Chunhua: "San Shun, how can you talk to President Song like this! President Song, if you don't have money, you can give it later. I don't lack clothes, I really don't!"

Song Zhichao: "..."

His mind was banging his head against the wall.

At this moment, tuk tuk tuk!

The big beauty Han Jiaren who lives in the tower room on the top floor is carrying a Kun bag, humming a song, stepping on high-heeled shoes and coming down from upstairs.

Song Zhichao seemed to have seen a savior, but he immediately suppressed the urge to borrow money immediately, and instead waved at Han Jiaren handsomely.

Han Jiaren saw him, and she also saw Park Chunhua and Kim Sanshun mother and daughter standing beside him.

There is no way, this mother and daughter are too outstanding, they are simply a pair of "mother and daughter flowers", and I don't know where the surname Song is lucky to be able to take them in at home.

What's more, Han Jiaren occasionally had some evil thoughts, thinking that Song Zhichao deliberately kept the two women at home, with impure motives and some kind of evil purpose.

"What's the matter?" Han Jiaren showed a reluctant expression, deliberately twisting her slender waist, and came to Song Zhichao's enchanting posture.

Song Zhichao: "Of course I have something to do with you," lowered his voice, "Borrow some money."

Han Jiaren: "..."

I was stunned for a moment, and my first reaction was to widen my eyes: "Are you bankrupt?"

"Crow's mouth, how could I go bankrupt!"

"If you are not bankrupt, you, the head of the conference, asked me what money I should borrow?" Han Jiaren despised him.

"I seem to have left my wallet in the car, and now I have to pay Kim Sam-soon."

"Salary, for your babysitter?" Han Jiaren glanced at Jin Sanshun who was waiting beside him.

"Aren't you kidding me? What kind of new game is it?" Han Jiaren giggled.

"I don't have time to play with you, will you borrow it or not?"

"Oh, I'm still angry..." Han Jiaren joked, "But why did you ask me to borrow money?"

"Nonsense, who else is here besides you? Besides, I have borrowed money from you before!"

"Tch, you are ashamed to say that you did a lot of debt collection back then!"

Song Zhichao: "..."

Seeing Song Zhichao, Han Jiaren seemed really anxious, "Okay, I'm not joking with you—how much do you want to borrow?"

"100 million won."

"So much?!" Han Jiaren's eyes widened immediately.

For the "money fan" Han Jiaren, she never expected that the monthly salary of the babysitter Jin Sanshun would be 100 million. Now it is an economic crisis, and many regular workers in large companies do not have such a salary.

Han Jiaren was stunned for a long time, then glanced at Jin Sanshun and Park Chunhua again, and then asked Song Zhichao meaningfully: "Is the 100 million you mentioned belong to one person, or to their mother and daughter?"

Song Zhichao was slightly startled: "What do you mean?"

"Ahem, it's nothing interesting--I mean, it's reasonable for a mother and daughter to serve you alone and pay 100 million won a month."

Song Zhichao: "..."

Hear the taste of it.

"You girl, don't guess! It's not as evil as you think!"

"I don't have any. My thoughts are pure. How can I be evil? You are thinking too much!" For some reason, Han Jiaren was unspeakably happy when Song Zhichao denied this. To Song Zhichao, "This is all my belongings, you take it, and it will be calculated as interest."

"I'll get the wallet in the car later and I'll return it to you." Song Zhichao didn't bother to chat with the money fan Han Jiaren, so he hurriedly took the money and gave it to Jin Sanshun as a salary.

Jin Sanshun didn't expect the turn of events, and he really got the money.

100 million!
This was something she hadn't even thought about before.

Jin Sanshun and Park Chunhua smiled when they saw so much salary.

Song Zhichao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He almost became a bad profiteer who "arrears wages to migrant workers".

Just when Song Zhichao had finished everything and was about to go out with his briefcase, Han Jiaren ran over in small steps and squeezed out with him.

"What are you doing?" Song Zhichao glared at her.

Han Jiaren giggled, "Didn't you just say you'd pay the money when you get in the car? I'll go with you!"

Song Zhichao: "..."

Can't help scolding: "Money fan!"

(End of this chapter)