Earning 100 million a day, yet trapped in a county town.

Chapter 41: On your first day at work, are you wearing attack speed gear?

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Wang Guanxi nodded and ate another xiaolongbao (soup dumpling).

After chewing, he wiped his mouth and asked another question.

"How much money did you borrow for your father's illness?"

Cecilia Cheung was taken aback, not expecting Edison Wang to ask about this. So she gathered her thoughts and prepared to start from the beginning: "My dad was diagnosed last year..."

But Wang Guanxi clearly didn't want to hear these tragic stories and interrupted her directly.

"Just tell me how much money you borrowed."

Cecilia Cheung felt a pang of anxiety and immediately realized that this boss didn't like listening to nonsense.

"Two hundred thousand," she said directly.

When Wang Guanxi heard this, he almost burst out laughing.

Two hundred thousand!?

Two hundred thousand yuan can make a girl abandon her dignity and go into prostitution.

If he hadn't taken her yesterday, she might have turned to being a paid escort.

If you're lucky, you'll meet a gentle one.

Bad luck, ran into a pervert.

and then?

Twenty years later, I became a technician like No. 686.

With her face heavily made up and wearing a tight-fitting outfit, she smiled and asked the customer, "Boss, is the pressure okay?"

Wang Guanxi shook his head at this thought.

He finished the porridge in his bowl, put down his chopsticks, and looked at Xie Baizhi.

Give me your bank card number.

Cecilia Cheung paused for a moment, but still took out her phone from her bag, found the bank card information, and handed it over.

Wang Guanxi glanced at it, took out his phone, and tapped a few times on the bank's app.

A "ding" sounded.

Cecilia Cheung's phone vibrated.

She looked down and saw a text message notification: 300,000 yuan had been deposited into her bank account!

Xie Baizhi's eyes widened suddenly, her mouth opened slightly, then closed again.

"Mr. Wang, this..."

Wang Guanxi didn't look at her, put his phone away, and leaned back in his chair.

"Take the 200,000 to pay off the debt. With the rest, buy some nutritional supplements for your dad to help him recover."

He paused, then glanced at her.

"Buy yourself a few nicer outfits. As my secretary, you can't dress too shabbily."

Cecilia Cheung was completely flattered and almost dropped her phone.

She came to the club wanting to make quick money to pay off her debts, but she never imagined that she would earn 300,000 yuan on her first day as a secretary.

She originally thought that working as Wang Guanxi's secretary would mean enduring a lot, but she never expected to receive such a big surprise just from buying breakfast.

With a thousand words stuck in her throat, she finally only said softly, "Thank you, Mr. Wang."

But she made a decision in her heart.

She would not refuse whatever Wang Guanxi asked her to do next.

After finishing breakfast, Wang Guanxi wiped his mouth and threw the tissue on the table.

"Alright, you can go back now. Take care of the family's debts, and come find me at this time tomorrow with breakfast."

Cecilia Cheung nodded, cleaned the table, and left with the trash bag.

As she walked to the door to leave, Wang Guanxi mentioned something.

"Oh, by the way, wear something that's easy to move in when you come tomorrow."

"Okay, Mr. Wang."

......

The next day, at 10:00 AM.

Doorbell rang.

Wang Guanxi, wearing pajamas, went to open the door, where Xie Baizhi stood, carrying a breakfast bag.

She was wearing a yellow floral dress and open-toed sandals.

Wang Guanxi was stunned, his eyes fixed on Xie Baizhi:

"Didn't I tell you to wear something comfortable and easy to move in? Why did you come in a skirt?"

Cecilia Cheung thought that Edison Wang didn't like her style, but she still explained while lifting her skirt:

"Didn't you say it would be convenient to move around? This should be quite convenient, right?"

Wang Guanxi was speechless.

This is indeed convenient for movement, and it even increases attack speed.

You can just lift it up and it will dry.

But the problem is, they both have serious business to attend to today...

Oh well, it's all my fault for not explaining things clearly.

"Come in first," Wang Guanxi said, turning and walking towards the bathroom. "Put it on the table first, I'll eat it after I wash up."

When he came out after washing his face and brushing his teeth, breakfast was already laid out on the table.

Today I had something different: lean pork congee, barbecued pork buns, jianbing guozi (Chinese crepe), boiled eggs, and a carton of pure milk.

Wang Guanxi sat down to eat, while Xie Baizhi stood beside him.

"Sit down, why are you standing?"

Cecilia Cheung sat down opposite her, her hands on her knees, her back straight.

Wang Guanxi glanced at her, said nothing more, and lowered his head to eat.

Halfway through the meal, he suddenly asked a question.

"Can you drive?"

Cecilia Cheung was stunned for a moment.

"I have a driver's license, but... I rarely drive, so I'm not very skilled."

"It's okay." Wang Guanxi took a bite of his char siu bao. "Driving is something you get used to as long as you dare to drive and drive more."

He took the Cullinan key out of his pocket and threw it on the table.

"You drive today."

Cecilia Cheung looked at the key and swallowed.

A car worth over seven million, and you let her drive it?

"Mr. Wang, I..."

"What are you afraid of? I'm sitting right here."

......

underground garage.

Cecilia Cheung got into the driver's seat, adjusted the seat and rearview mirror, gripped the steering wheel with both hands, and took a deep breath.

Wang Guanxi opened the back door and got in.

"Mr. Wang, aren't you sitting in the front?"

Cecilia Cheung glanced at him in the rearview mirror.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself if I sit in the front."

Wang Guanxi looked at her after she sat down, revealing her white thighs, and teased her.

"The start button is on the right side of the steering wheel, and pulling the column shifter down puts it in Drive. Let's go."

As Cecilia Cheung listened to Edison Wang's explanation, she then operated the system. She pressed the start button, the instrument panel lit up, and the steering wheel automatically adjusted to the position she had previously set.

She took a deep breath, pulled down the glove compartment, and gently pressed the accelerator.

The Cullinan glided away silently.

After exiting the underground parking garage and onto Jiangcheng Avenue, Xie Baizhi drove very slowly, gripping the steering wheel tightly with both hands and staring straight ahead, as if she were taking a road test.

Wang Guanxi, sitting in the back row with his eyes closed, said something.

"Don't be so nervous. The car isn't that valuable; you can afford to pay for it if you crash it."

Cecilia Cheung didn't say anything, but she didn't grip the steering wheel as tightly anymore.

Following the directions on Wang Guanxi's phone navigation, the two quickly arrived near Cheng Wanhua's Chengda Garment Factory.

Ever since Wang Guanxi helped Cheng Wanhua get the IOU back, he acted as if nothing had happened, never mentioning the transfer of the clothing factory to him, nor asking Wang Guanxi to pay off the bank debt.

Wang Guanxi wasn't in a hurry. Instead of taking the initiative to find him, he planned to come to the garment factory in person to see what was going on inside.

Wang Guanxi looked around and said to Xie Baizhi:

"Park further away, turn right at the next intersection, and find a place to park."

Cecilia Cheung turned right, parked the car on the side of the road, and turned off the engine.

"Wait for me here."

Wang Guanxi opened the car door and got out.

He walked along the road for about 200 meters, and after turning a corner, Chengda Garment Factory was not far away.

The factory is small, a three-story building with the four large characters "Chengda Garment" painted on the exterior wall. The color has faded, and it looks quite old.

Next to it is a two-story office building covered with white tiles, some of which have fallen off, revealing gray cement.

There is a railing at the factory gate, next to which is a small security room.

An old man was sitting in the security room, wearing a drab security uniform with his hat askew, scrolling through his phone.

He was in his sixties, his face was so wrinkled it could trap a mosquito, his eyes were squinting, and he held his phone very close to his face.

Wang Guanxi walked to the security room window and took out a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes from his pocket.

He bought it on the way here.

Wang Guanxi opened the packaging, pulled out one, and handed it over.

"Sir, have a smoke."

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