"CEO, the goal you've set for me is truly ambitious."
Ouyang Xiaoya said irritably, "Don't you always think you're attractive to young women? I might as well give you a platform for improvement."
"Cough cough, what kind of improvement is that?"
"One time ten thousand yuan, ten times one hundred thousand yuan, Beast Lin, you shall become a high-income white-collar worker earning a hundred thousand yuan a day. Let me congratulate you in advance."
"Holy shit, ten times a day? That's going to kill someone."
Lin Hai really couldn't figure out how Xiaoya could have such a wicked sense of humor.
But judging from her lack of understanding of the market, it seemed to be a whim on her part.
The few middle-aged, overweight men nearby were dumbfounded to hear this.
Such words coming from the mouth of a goddess were more tempting than a femme fatale trying to seduce someone, and the most important thing was the shock it gave.
