Lucky One becomes Unlucky

Qian Zhaozhao looked at his recent income and the flow of people, which was extremely poor.

It's a matter of minutes for a large group like namo to crush its own small company.

Feng Heng sees Qian Zhaozhao's message. After work, he drives directly to zhaoheng. He pushes open the door of the office and looks at Qian Zhaozhao's busy appearance: "don't you have a rest?"

Qian Zhaozhao saw him come over, and then closed the computer: "I'm almost in good health, and it's boring to stay in the villa."

Seriously, who doesn't want to have a good rest at home.

Feng Heng walked towards her: "what's the matter?"

"Nothing." Qian Zhaozhao thinks that Feng Heng and namo are very tired and don't want to disturb him.

Feng Heng saw that she didn't want to say, and didn't ask again, "let's go back."

"Good." Qian Zhaozhao obediently followed him out, but still worried about the company.

If you had known this, you might as well let Feng Heng take charge of zhaoheng.

Qian Zhaozhao feels that she has been in bad luck for eight generations. No matter what company she goes to, something will happen to the company.

What about the koi?

She has been afraid to mention these two words.

Alas, Qian Zhaozhao sighed.

Feng Heng heard her sigh, clenched her hand, ready to go back to let people check.

Drive all the way to the villa.

Qian Zhaozhao contacted two operating companies today. I don't know if they have replied. He stares at the mobile interface from time to time.

When she got there, she didn't reply. She frowned.

"Get out of the car, what are you looking at so focused?" Feng Heng's narrow eyes looked at her.

Qian turned off his mobile phone: "I'm reading a novel! No, it's reading. "

Feng Heng laughed: "in the future, you can do whatever you want and read any book."

Qian Zhaozhao nodded after listening, her honing is really getting better and better.

At the beginning, he didn't allow himself to read novels. He just wanted her to read some financial books. He wanted to cultivate her into an all-round talent.

Qian Zhaozhao followed him out of the car and took his arm back.

In the villa, my aunt prepared dinner early.

After dinner, Qian Zhaozhao sits on the sofa and is ready to call the two bosses.

Feng Heng then went to the study, and soon found out the status of zhaoheng.

Mo Yanjing didn't do it hard, otherwise zhaoheng couldn't hold on for a week.

He is not the same as Mo song. He is ruthless and does not give people any leeway.

Feng Heng stands on the second floor, listening to Qian Zhaozhao's telephone communication with the operator.

"Boss Zhang, didn't you promise me before?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Qian. We can't help it either. You'd better go to Mr. mo."

Qian Zhaozhao put down his position and saved several times, but it didn't work. He couldn't help but feel lost.

Mo Yanjing deliberately asked her to go to him, but she went to him. What was that?

Qian Zhaozhao took a deep breath and continued to call other companies. She went to look for them one by one and asked them one by one.

It's a big deal. She bothers the customer service.

"What's wrong with our copy? Why not? "

"You can see the regulations. There must be something against them. That's why they won't be passed by you." The tone of the customer service is very bad.

"Little sister, our company has really read every article. Please give us the direction, or we can't change it." Qian Zhaozhao said in a low voice.

Customer service did not have patience, casually said: "vulgar copy it!"

Qian Zhaozhao's mouth was pulled, which was purely perfunctory.

"Then how can you be regarded as self-restraint? Can I change it to poetry? The pictures don't match

"Whatever you want." After that, he hung up the phone.

Qian Zhaozhao wants to cry without tears. She has no use at all.

Feng Heng goes downstairs to see that she wants to call again and takes her cell phone.

"Why don't you tell me what happened?"

Qian Zhaozhao looked up at him and soon understood that he knew.

"Mo Yanjing just wants to hit me. It's nothing."

Feng Heng sat beside her: "we are husband and wife. We have to face everything together. Mo Yanjing is not Mo song. You must tell me anything."

Qian Zhaozhao didn't know what to say for a moment, and she saw it.

Before, Mo song blocked the investment of other companies, but did not force her to the end.

But Mo Yanjing is not the same. I don't know what means he used. Those companies that don't use oil and salt just don't give her game promotion.

Along with the previous app, the mall also took her game off the shelves.

She reached for Feng Heng and said, "am I too useless?"

Feng Heng touched her head: "if you have a company as big as Mo Yanjing, he can't handle you at all."

No way, this society is the law of the jungle.

Generally, small enterprises are dependent on large enterprises to survive. If an independent small enterprise offends large enterprises of the same type.

As long as a little bit of monopoly, small businesses will be able to get rid of the dust.

"I feel a lot better when you say that."

"Don't worry, the working capital after zhaoheng will use my private account." Feng Heng said.

Qian Zhaozhao looked at him: "how much money can your salary card have?"

Feng Heng thought, "I can't help you now, but it's no problem to keep zhaoheng losing money for more than ten years."

Qian Zhaozhao has been in a daze. He has been losing money for more than ten years. How much money should his salary card have.

"Husband." She looked at Feng Heng admiringly.

Feng Heng seldom heard her call him that. His ears were red and his cheeks were hot. "What's the matter?"

"What's your monthly salary?" Qian Zhaozhao took his big hand.

Feng Heng thought for a moment: "I don't know if I want to ask about finance. After all, I can't use any money."

Qian Zhaozhao hugged his thigh and said, "husband, you are so powerful."

Feng Heng raised his mouth and touched her head: "really?"

"Really, if Mo Yanjing knew, would he be angry?" Qian Zhaozhao thinks about Mo Yanjing's stinky face and can't help laughing.

"I don't think so. After all, he has a lot of money and should be able to wait for you to go bankrupt in more than ten years." Feng Heng said truthfully.

Qian Zhaozhao's face turns black. Why should he tell himself the truth so seriously?

"Don't be afraid, isn't there me?"

"Well, you expect me to lose money for more than ten years." Qian Zhao sighed.

Feng Heng kisses her forehead: "it doesn't matter, my salary will also rise."

Qian Zhaozhao looked at him, a boss, and told himself that his salary would rise, but he was very happy.

After the company's problems are solved, Qian Zhaozhao finally doesn't need to be nervous.

Su Yichen was a little surprised to hear Qian Zhaozhao say that he didn't have to worry about losing money.

"Tell our employees to work as usual, no one to promote us, we will promote ourselves."

Although he was rich, Qian Zhaozhao didn't want to lose money as Feng Heng said.