Chapter 118 Computer Desktop

"You must give Tiger the fifty thousand to him privately."

 "You must also give the five hundred thousand IOU to An Zhentao."

 "Sister-in-law, you can't forget it more or less."

 "And Sister Qi, you have to pay for it."

 "How much money will it cost?"

 Xiaoshou took a deep breath and continued.

 "When I could not give a cent to Chen Cimao before, I deliberately gave up half of the profit."

 "Now I gave Chen Jimao three hundred thousand for nothing without saying a word."

 "After all, I still want to give bonuses to the employees of Shuifeng Tudong for no reason."

 "How much does it cost to get in and out here?"

 "I understand the principle of spreading wealth and gathering people, but aren't you a bit too ruthless in spreading it?"

 "Those who didn't know better thought you had hundreds of millions in your hands!"

 Little hands also mean well.

 "I've seen people spend money lavishly, but I've never seen someone like you."

 "The most important thing is that they lavishly gave it to others and didn't even buy any clothes for me."

 "Wouldn't it be better to invest in a small business and prepare a way out for yourself?"

 "Wouldn't it be better to keep some money in your pocket for emergencies?"

 "You have lived in poverty for so many years, aren't you afraid?"

 "It really makes me feel bad to see it!"

 Little Hand sighed.

 "Don't forget that you still have to make up the contract payments for these two projects in the end."

 "The half of the profits you gave to Chen Simao will have to be paid out of your own pocket!"

 "Don't just wander around and take risks. You won't even be able to make up for the money on the contract. That will be really big trouble."

 Wang Yan knew what the little hands meant, and he didn't hide them.

 "I know all of these, including the last one."

 "After we are done with this family, there will be almost nothing left. There may be tens of thousands of dollars left, enough for me to spend on myself."

 Little Hand's eyes immediately widened.

 "Is there another family? Where is there another family? You should give, you should not give, you can give, you can't give. You have given them all, where can you give them?"

 Wang Yan smiled and did not answer Xiaoshou.

 The little hand was extremely helpless.

 "Brother Yan, this much money is enough to change a person's life."

 "It's enough for you to withdraw from the world with this money, why are you doing this?"

 Wang Yan's eyes flickered and he spoke word by word.

 "No money is ever wasted."

 "Take a longer-term view and open up the landscape a little more."

 Little Hand murmured to himself.

 "You can't find one out of ten thousand people who can do things like you."

 "I want to see how far-sighted you can be."

 "Drive your car well and go back to the company first."

 The two of them returned directly to Shuifeng Tufang.

 Wang Yan has not come to the company for several days, of course, not counting the time when he drank too much.

 The company is still the same as before, and everyone is still hostile to him.

 The previous change in attitude had long since disappeared as a result of Guan Xiang's incident.

 Wang Yan wiped the dust off his desk and stool, and just as he sat down, Ren Meng came over.

 He handed Wang Yan a document.

 "Xiao Yan, this is all the information you want about Zhang Pei and the people he has."

 Wang Yan nodded, put away the documents, and then reached out to his little hand.

 The little hand took a step forward and leaned forward slightly.

 "Brother Yan, what's the matter?"

 Wang Yan lowered his voice and whispered a few words into Xiao Shou's ear.

 The little hand was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

 "Okay, Brother Yan, I understand." After saying that, the little hand turned and left.

 Wang Yan carefully read the document three times to make sure he knew it well.

 He picked up a lighter and lit the document on fire.

 Seeing the documents burned to ashes, Wang Yan fell into deep thought.

 He looked serious and worried, and glanced out of the corner of his eye in a daze.

 Immediately afterwards, Wang Yan suddenly stood up.

 He stared at the photo frame on his desk, and his face instantly darkened.

 The photo of Lao Li's family in the photo frame is no longer there, replaced by that beast Liu Yanwang.

 "Xiao Yan."

 Ren Meng happened to walk in.

 He clearly felt that Wang Yan was in something wrong. When he stepped forward to take a look, his expression immediately changed.

 He instinctively grabbed Wang Yan's arm.

 "Xiao Yan, calm down, calm down."

 Wang Yan stood there blankly for a long time and let out a long sigh.

 He went straight to the second floor and looked at Jiao Lei and Duan Si'er who were sitting in the office drinking tea and laughing.

 "Replace the photo on my desk with me."

 "Photo? What photo?" Jiao Lei said deliberately.

 "I asked you to put it back for me."

 Jiao Lei smiled: "Duan Si, go see what's going on."

 After a while, Duan Si brought over Liu Yanwang's photo.

 "Brother Lei, this may be what he said."

 "Who is this? He's quite handsome."

 Jiao Lei took the photo and deliberately compared it with Wang Yan.

 "Didn't you put this up yourself? Look, he smiles so brightly. Are you a good friend?"

 Wang Yan held the desk with both hands and leaned forward.

 "Jiao Lei, I asked you to give me the photo back, do you hear me?"

 Jiao Lei smiled slightly and spread his hands.

 "Wang Yan, I'm timid, don't scare me."

 "The most important thing is, I don't know what photo you want me to change."

 Ren Meng followed.

 "Jiao Lei, you're doing pretty much the same thing. I've been giving in to you for so long."

 Jiao Lei looked at Ren Meng with a mocking "spit" on his face.

 "A bastard who eats the inside out."

 Ren Meng instantly became angry and was about to step forward when Wang Yan pulled him back.

 Wang Yan stared at Jiao Lei and lit a cigarette.

 "Isn't it over?"

 Jiao Lei looked at Wang Yan as if he had nothing to do with me.

 Wang Yan nodded, turned around and went downstairs.

 Ren Meng followed.

 "Xiao Yan, don't be impulsive. He is deliberately irritating you."

 "He's trying to squeeze you out of here."

 "I know it well."

 Wang Yan laughed, which made Ren Meng feel a little scary.

 "Don't worry, Brother Meng, I won't mess around."

 "Oh, by the way, have you told everyone about my bonus?"

 "I told you everything, one by one."

 Wang Yan nodded, then glanced at the many staff members in the room, and then slowly closed his eyes.

 After adjusting his mentality for a long time, Wang Yan opened his eyes again.

 He turned on the computer and wanted to view the files.

 When the computer interface appeared, Wang Yan fell into silence again.

 His computer wallpaper had been altered.

 There are coffins, mourning halls, portraits of Lao Li's family, and black-and-white photos of Wang Yan's mother on the wallpaper.

 The overall layout is quite strange and full of curses.

 No matter what Wang Yan did, there was no way to change the wallpaper.

 It happened to be dinner time again, and the staff distributed meals one by one, omitting Wang Yan.

 The cleaning lady wiped the floor carefully and ignored Wang Yan's office.

 She even deliberately swept some garbage into Wang Yan's office and then ignored it.

 Dozens of employees in the company were chatting and laughing, but almost no one paid any attention to Wang Yan.

 Many people pointed at Wang Yan and whispered.

 Wang Yan suddenly felt a little cold. .

 He really didn't expect that his initiative to disperse wealth would not bring about the slightest change in these people.

 Suddenly feeling thirsty, Wang Yan turned around and took a glass of water from the water dispenser.

 Just when he was about to drink, he was keenly aware that many people were staring at him.

 He raised his head and looked around. The employees who had just stared at him quickly turned around and continued to joke.

 But there are still many people's eyes glancing here from time to time, as if they are waiting to see a joke.

 Wang Yan knew that there must be something wrong with the glass of water in his hand.

 He put the water aside and smelled it carefully. He seemed to be able to smell a hint of irritation.

 After careful consideration, Wang Yan threw the water cup and the water into the trash can.

 This action made at least a dozen employees sigh.

 Some people also know how to restrain themselves, while some people simply curse directly.

 "Broom star." "Bad luck." "What the hell." "Bullshit."

 Along with yelling and cursing, these people took out the banknotes and handed them to others, without Wang Yan's back at all.

 It was obvious that the two parties were betting on whether Wang Yan would drink the glass of water.

 The only two people in the entire company who can speak for Wang Yan.

 One is upstairs, unaware of all this below.

 The other minesweeper who was concentrating on it had already reached the state of selflessness.

 It didn't matter that I was clearing mines, I was still holding myself back until my face turned red.

 I don't know how hard I am competing with myself and how angry I am.

 Wang Yan sat down again and tapped the table gently, wondering what he was thinking about.

 At this moment, a familiar voice came out.

 "Hey, let me go, your computer desktop is really not bad."