Chapter 128: Signed a "Deed of Sale" for the money

Chapter 128 Signing a "Deed of Sale" for Money
All night, Jian Mo didn't sleep well, and the design drawings were even less in the mood to draw... Whether it was her mother's illness or Jian Heng's threat, both hands that pulled her nerves kept tearing her apart.
"Tsk tusk, Sister Mo... Are you desperate for the rhythm of the design?" Xiang Wan looked at the dark circles in Jian Mo's eyes and shook his head.
Jian Mo twitched the corner of her mouth without explaining.
"Momo," Mo Xiaoya walked over and asked concerned, "How is the drawing?"
Jian Mo shook his head, rubbed his temples and said, "I have no idea yet!"
Mo Xiaoya frowned, "There are still three days left..." She sighed softly, "Try your best!"
Jian Mo twitched and nodded, then looked at the time, "I'll go to Mr. Yu..."
Mo Xiaoya nodded and watched Jian Mo drag her tired body away, she couldn't help but mutter: "Momo is a little bit wrong these days?"
"It's estimated that the pressure of the project is too great..." Xiang Wan pouted, "Well, it's all about the Emperor's Club and Mr. Yu recommending Sister Mo to UCL."
Jian Mo found Yu Ziyun, he was making coffee, and he made a cup for her when he saw her coming.
"Have an idea for the design?" Yu Ziyun asked.
Jian Mo pursed her lower lip, "Ms. Yu, I didn't come to you for designing things..." While she was talking, she clenched her hands.
"Huh?" Yu Ziyun said softly, rubbing the mustache on his chin and looking at Jian Mo in confusion.
Jian Mo looked down, clenched the hand that had just been released, and then gritted his teeth and said: "Mr. Yu, I want to advance the salary..." She can't continue to take money with Gu Beichen. Now, the only way she can think of is this.
Yu Ziyun was a little surprised, "How much?" He still asked.
Jian Mo bit her lower lip, obviously a little hard to speak, after a while, she lowered her eyes and said heavily: "One million..."
Jing, when Jian Mo said this, the entire office was surprisingly quiet.
"Jian Mo, do you know how much money you can get in Xiangyu a year?" Yu Ziyun asked.
Jian Mo raised his eyes, "If the design draft is good, the basic salary plus bonus and dividends will not exceed 200,000..."
"That means, do you want to eat or drink and pay five or six years in advance?"
Jian Mo lowered his eyes and laughed at the corners of his mouth, feeling that he was too difficult for a strong man.
Yu Ziyun saw that Jian Mo's self-esteem had begun to disintegrate, and said slowly: "I don't ask you what the money is for...I can also give you an advance!"
Jian Mo was a little surprised and suddenly raised his head to look at Yu Ziyun.
"However, there is no such thing as a free lunch in this world..." Yu Ziyun looked like an official business, "I value you, and I hope you can go to UCL for further studies... But, Jian Mo, I have the conditions."
Jian Mo didn't ask, just looked at Yu Ziyun.
"I want you to sign a long-term labor contract with the company..." Yu Ziyun picked up the coffee cup and gave Jian Mo a sip of coffee for a while before saying, "The money you want to advance has exceeded your current contract period. In terms of scope, I want you to add ten years of labor relations to the existing contracted years with the company."
Jian Mo opened his eyes slightly. For their designers, the longer the seniority, the greater the value. Therefore, they rarely sign a contract with a company that exceeds three years.
Originally, because of her mother’s illness, she had signed an exception with Xiangyu for five years, and now there are three and a half years left. If you add ten years...
"If you think it is okay, I will let you sign the preparation contract, and I will prepare the check for you." Yu Ziyun put down the coffee cup and said.
Jian Mo squeezed her hand tightly, her nails embedded in her palms and she didn't know the pain...
"You can think about it," Yu Ziyun shrugged, "Of course, according to your future value, the company's salary and commission will be relatively increased, and this will not affect your own value."
Jian Mo secretly took a breath, "Don't think about it..." She bit her gums secretly, "I sign!"
Yu Ziyun didn't expect Jian Mo to agree so readily, but it was a good thing for him. Jian Mo's design has his own unique style. As long as he is more polished, he will definitely become a bright star in the architectural design world.
Holding a one million check, Jian Mo stood in the alley, listening to the noisy noise of traffic on the road not far away, and gradually sadness slipped past his eyes.
What does she want to maintain?
Obviously, she had already thrown it away for the first time, and she knew that if she gave Jane the money this time, it would be a bottomless pit... But she still couldn't face the incident that night.
She couldn't imagine how she would deal with herself if the filth that night was exposed in front of Gu Beichen, or even in front of Su Junli...
Perhaps this is her ridiculous last dignity.
There was a rush of footsteps in the alley, Jian Mo tilted his head to look at the sound... I saw Jian Heng walking over with a peaked cap wearing wide-leg pants and a sweater.
"Where's the money?" Jian Heng asked when he opened his mouth.
Although he hid well, Jian Mo still saw the scar on his neck. She didn't ask, nor was she in the mood to ask...
Jian Heng looked at Jian Mo with scarlet eyes and snatched the check. "Sure enough, it's easy for you to get one million now... It seems that Gu Beichen is really good to you."
Jian Mo watched with disappointment as she would carry her back home when she was a child, saying that she would protect her brother for the rest of her life, "Jian Heng, this is the prepaid salary I got from a ten-year job contract..." She gritted her teeth. I have nothing to do with Gu Beichen!"
"It doesn't matter that you are afraid that I will tell him what happened two years ago? Then I got the money so soon?" Jian Heng sneered, putting the check in his pocket and said, "Xiao Mo, you said you and Gu Beichen It doesn't matter who believes?"
"Jian Heng, don't threaten me with your hurt to me..." Jian Mo was shaking all over, "If you still have a little conscience!" She gritted her teeth, squeezing out her teeth word by word. Since then, you are not my brother, and I have nothing to do with you."
"Don't worry, I won't tell others if it's a last resort." After Jian Heng finished speaking, the corners of his mouth twitched. Seeing Jian Mo's vision also showed a gloomy and sly look, he turned and left.
Jian Mo dragged her heavy body, which seemed to be filled with lead, back to Runzeyuan. She was weak as if she was emptied of her soul and pressed the code lock... The moment the empty room opened the door, under all preset procedures, the lights It's all lit up.
Jian Mo leaned on the door and didn't move for a long time...
I don’t know how long it took before she dragged her exhausted body to get up, and walked in heavy step by step...
Suddenly, she stopped, looked at the messy layout on the dining table, and walked over.
The draft is about to be compared in three days, but she is still here to mourn the spring and fall for what has been lost...
Jian Mo sat down mechanically, took out a new piece of drawing paper, and took a pen...Looking at the huge frame diagram of the clubhouse on the computer screen, his eyes fell on the 18th floor.
18...
Jian Mo looked at this number gradually, and suddenly, the corners of his mouth smiled, and the inspiration suddenly slipped through his mind...but, such inspiration revealed despair under sadness.
18. Represents the deepest position of hell...