After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast

The car drove all the way back to the community. Zhang Bo'er was helped back by Li Sanyi. Lin Yu had fully recovered and went home on her own.

Feng Yin helped Grandma Yun return the things she bought upstairs, and she went out again.

That night, Feng Yin called everyone in the group, saying that he would give everyone National Day benefits, and after sending them, he would give everyone a holiday.

Several people agreed to meet at Li Sanyi's house, and Feng Yin went there carrying a large bag.

Li San's family and the trio stared at the bag Feng Yin carried over. It was angular. Could it be cash tied up?

No way. With such a big bag, how much cash will it cost?

The trio guessed, and Feng Yin didn't beat around the bush.

"The day after tomorrow is National Day. We will start to rest tomorrow. Li Sanyi will go home. Even if he is nagged and urged to get married, he has to go back. There is no discussion."

With a "pop" sound, two stacks of cash were placed on the table, and Feng Yin pushed them to Li Sanyi.

"I am still very poor now and I have been paying off my debts. After I pay them off, the bonus will be even greater."

Li Sanyi picked up the 20,000 yuan, and his heart was filled with ups and downs.

She is really a good boss!

Li Sanyi does regard Feng Yin as his best friend, but people always have to eat, drink, and live, and they can't have fun without money.

Feng Yin gave them the maximum amount of money.

"Thank you."

Thousands of words turned into two words of thank you, Feng Yin didn't feel there was anything to be touched.

If someone works for you, you should naturally pay them enough.

It's true that she cares about money, but she won't save money where she should spend it.

"This belongs to Lin Yu. If you go home too, if there is no one at home, just find a way to follow your father or mother."

For the same 20,000 yuan, Lin Yu was really not short of 20,000 yuan, but what he earned was a little different.

"Thank you, boss." Feng Yin nodded and his eyes fell on Zhang Bo'er, who had sobered up.

"Zhang Bo'er, neither you nor I have family, so I have prepared a different gift for you."

With a bang, Feng Yin picked up the big bag with one hand and smashed it on the coffee table.

Li Sanyi and Lin Yuxin felt something, and moved a little further away.

"Boss - don't be so polite."

Zhang Boer also felt a different aura, always feeling in danger!

With a crash, Feng Yin opened the thick plastic bag, revealing piles of things.

money? Certainly not.

“Boss—this, this, this—”

"It's all yours."

Feng Yin smiled very gently and took out one copybook after another.

"The Three-Character Classic, the Thousand-Character Classic, the Tao Te Ching, the Diamond Sutra, three hundred Tang poems, and beautiful essays on life principles..."

"Here are the pens you need. A brush, a rollerball pen, and a pen are definitely enough."

"I have already calculated it for you. There are twenty-four hours in a day, and you will be given ten days of rest during the National Day. That means you have two hundred and forty hours, six hours of rest every day, three meals a day, and a meal of twenty Minutes, after excluding one hour, I give you forty minutes to go to the toilet, including both big and small ones. If the time is longer, you need to go to the hospital to have your prostate checked, or to the hemorrhoids department, right? ?”

Zhang Bo'er was smiling, but his laughter was uglier than his crying.

"Boss - I don't like writing the most. I always fall behind when studying."

"I know! If you like it, what's the point of writing it."

Feng Yin was not so quick to admit, and Zhang Boer wanted to cry even more.

"Boss, do you have to write it?"

Feng Yin shook his head, collected the things and said:

"Not necessarily. If you don't write it, don't follow us anymore."