Chapter 117: Pretend to be beaten

As for the annual salary, each company's annual revenue and dividends are just numbers in bank accounts.
These things are handled by a dedicated manager.
He only cares about investment decisions in the general direction. He did not pay attention to the innumerable zeros, specifically how many numbers.
"Oh, no fixed company, no fixed annual salary? Ha, ha ha ... Mr. Yue, really ... ha ha ha ..." Qin Lang smiled very politely.
Together with Mrs. Ruan and the Qin family, she followed with a sullen smile.
Father Ruan's face sank immediately.
It's not because Li Junyu, but I just feel that these people are really blind.
At first glance, this young man is not in the pool.
It is these idiots, short-sighted, can not see, still embarrassing.
Qin Lang did n’t know what Master ’s mind was, and he deliberately asked Li Junyu: "Did you just say that your job is related to the game? Let me think about it ... it is related to the game, and there is no fixed company or fixed income job What is it ... "
"Oh, I see!" Qin Lang exclaimed, "Aren't you a professional player?"
Speaking of this, Qin Lang's eyes revealed contempt.
"Professional players ..." Li Junyu didn't feel ashamed, thought for a moment, and nodded, "Nice."
Zero, the identity on the Internet is indeed a professional player.
"Ha, haha ​​... but if you are a professional player, why haven't I ever seen your face?"
Qin Lang's tone has become very arrogant. "Now professional players can make a lot of money. If you are really famous, you can make a lot of fans by relying only on this face. Until now, I haven't seen it in circles. You're afraid ... aren't you mixing well? "
"But it doesn't matter, you can tell me your game ID, and in the face of Mengmeng, after I return to the company, maybe it can work for you."
Seeing this, Mrs. Ruan interjected immediately: "Yeah, since you are Mengmeng's boyfriend, let Qin Lang help. Qin Lang, it ’s good for us, just like my brother. Look at Mengmeng's In face, it is not impossible to promote you. "
Of course, the old lady did not want to help the young man, she just deliberately provoked to make the young man doubt the relationship between Ruan Mengmeng and Qin Lang.
"Enough is enough. For the first time, Jun Yu came home to see what you are talking about!"
The old man couldn't stand it anymore, stood up and interrupted them.
"Jun Yu, Meng Meng ... Grandpa is tired today, forget it, you go back first. Grandpa will change the day, and then I will meet you alone and have a good talk."
The old man has just recovered a little bit, and still lacks energy.
He yelled and drank like that a few times just now, which made him appear tired, and he really didn't want to listen to these people's strange words.
Seeing that the old man was tired, Mengmeng immediately jumped down from Li Junyu.
"I'll send my grandpa up first." She said to Li Junyu and ignored the others, helping his grandpa upstairs to rest.
As a result, as soon as he went upstairs, his grandpa felt something for her from his clothes.
"Good granddaughter, take it ... hidden ..."
"This, this is ..." Ruan Mengmeng froze, and her grandfather gave her a dark red book.
"Stupid boy, this is the hukou book. How do you get married without the hukou book ... Quickly, get it ready. Grandpa is optimistic about the young man. He will rip the card as soon as he goes back."
"This ..." Ruan Mengmeng couldn't laugh or cry.
Grandpa, you do n’t even know who he really is. Is it okay to give him your granddaughter so positively?

When Ruan Mengmeng came downstairs, he was ready to leave with Li Junyu.
When Qin Lang saw this, he also stood up and said, "Dad, mom, my company still has something to do, and I will leave first."
Qin Lang was intentional.
He just bought a BMW with the company's prepaid salary and stopped outside the Ruan's door.
Qin Lang saw that the figures of Ruan Mengmeng and Li Junyu had come to the door and immediately caught up.
"Meng Meng, wait for me ... I'll go with you ..."
After a while, Ruan's door was outside.
Qin Lang stood next to his newly bought BMW car and looked at the limited-edition Maybach, until the rear of the sports car disappeared into view, and he had not recovered from shock.
How, how is it possible ...
Isn't that man an unknown professional player?
He ... how could he afford it, a Maybach worth ten million!