The Peninsula's richest man, starting from the game coming true

Chapter 2 King of Money, Start!
"Han Zhe is so pitiful. The sales department's performance last year was all due to him. But he made a mistake just this once and was sent to the hair reception room. I don't know if he can get out."

“Wasn’t Section Chief Li also called to Minister Huang’s office and scolded badly? I guess George Han won’t be able to go back in the short term.”

"That's good too. If things continue like this, the sales of the first film this year won't be that high. Wouldn't that reduce our pressure?"

"Shhhhh, stop talking, Han Zhe."

The women in the tea room immediately changed the subject. Seeing Han Zhe staggering over, they just smiled brightly: "Han Zhexi~Would you like some coffee?"

"Yeah." Han Zhe hummed in a flat voice, poured a cup of instant coffee, then turned around and left the tea room, thought for a while, and went to the rooftop.

It's not that he wants to jump off the building. He is not that fragile yet. He will go to Chief Li and speak some good words to him later. With his performance and speaking ability, he won't be unable to make a comeback.

Even if the damage is done, the worst that can happen is that he leaves the company and starts over. In fact, Han Zhe has already planned to find a headhunter to try another company. For someone like him who speaks Chinese and Korean at a professional level, can communicate in spoken English, and has one year of sales experience, it is not difficult to find a job.

Just unwilling.

Changing companies means starting over, and companies in the peninsula generally don't like employees who job-hop back and forth - after all, the place is too small, the work circle is relatively close, and promotions have to take years of service into consideration, and the so-called relationships with seniors and juniors have to be re-managed. It's a small place with many idiots.

Walking up to the rooftop, Han Zhe sat on a chair beside the rooftop, lit a cigarette, and looked at the sky blankly.

He took out his cell phone and sighed as he saw only about 10% battery left. Fortunately, he charged his cell phone before getting off work last night, otherwise he might have slept the whole morning.

When I opened WeChat, as expected, there were two scattered messages. One was a belated birthday greeting from a good brother in China, and the other was a birthday greeting and debt collection text message from a relative.

Who knows your personal information better than your parents and friends? Of course, your creditors.

[Second Aunt: Happy birthday, Han Zhe~ (birthday cake.jpg)]

[Second Aunt: How are you doing recently? I heard that you have paid back all the debts owed to your uncle and eldest uncle. It must have been difficult. Is your work in the Peninsula going well?]

[Second Aunt: It’s amazing. At that time, some people in my family said that you probably wouldn’t come back because you were trying to escape debt. I didn’t expect that you would pay back almost all the debt by yourself. Second Aunt is not in a hurry. Your sister still has some time before she goes to college.]

Han Zhe browsed the information expressionlessly and replied to the message on the broken screen using the touch screen that sometimes worked poorly.

【Han Zhe: I won’t blame you.】

The message came back quickly.

[Second Aunt: I'm not urging you, why do you think so? I only have 30,000 yuan, there's no rush.]

[Second Aunt: I just listened to what they said.]

Han Zhe didn't even look at what message she sent, he just simply replied again.

[Han Zhe: They are in a hurry, so I will pay it back first. I will pay back my second aunt as soon as possible, maybe within two months.]

[Second Aunt: Okay, you take care of it first.]

Han Zhe didn't even look at it, threw the phone aside, raised his head, and let out a long sigh.

He suddenly became more optimistic.

Although life is still a mess, after more than two and a half years of college, plus more than a year and a half of internship and formal work, I have finally paid off the hundreds of thousands of debts.

Although these debts came from his deceased parents and the other party was not in the country, there were many reasons and ways to shirk them, but Han Zhe never thought of ignoring these debts and living.

He didn't want his parents to be talked about and insulted by people in his hometown after their death, and become a synonym for a bad debt.

I also don't want to sell the only house in my hometown, which is worth just over 300,000 yuan, and make myself completely rootless.

After paying off the debt, at least he can go back and visit his parents' graves openly, so that their urns can remain with their relatives - although for Han Zhe, the word "relatives" has gradually lost its proper meaning.

He took a sip of the now familiar taste of instant coffee, exhaled a puff of smoke, and took out his mobile phone again. However, he couldn't find the familiar game icon for a long time. He stared at it blankly for a long time before he finally pieced together some memories from his memory.

Oh, that's all.

He was too lazy to think about how it disappeared; it didn't matter anyway.

He put down his phone with a dull look, watched the clouds outside the rooftop, finished a cigarette, drank his coffee, threw the paper cup into the trash can, and slowly returned to the office.

In the small cubicle of the hair reception room, his things were still packed in boxes and piled on the table.

After staring blankly for a while, he realized that his birthday had not yet passed.

An idea swirled in my mind.

He stood up and found Section Chief Li, who was sitting in his seat and making a phone call with a smile on his face.

Seeing Han Zhe, Section Chief Li's face darkened a little. He hung up the phone, looked at Han Zhe, and said in a louder voice: "What are you doing?"

"I want to take a leave." Han Zhe's expression was calm, and there was no sign that he had been criticized to pieces and sent to the hair extension room not long ago.

"What?" Section Chief Li showed a look of how dare you say such a thing, but Han Zhe just said calmly: "I haven't asked for a day off since I joined the company. Section Chief Li, nim, today is my birthday."

Section Chief Li's originally angry expression suddenly froze. He opened his mouth, but in the end he just turned his chair around angrily and said, "Go."

Han Zhe bowed slightly and turned to leave. Just as he swiped his card and got on the elevator, the Katalk call on his phone rang.

The message from Section Chief Li flashed on the phone.

[Chief Li: Happy birthday.] [Chief Li: Have a good rest for a day and reflect on yourself seriously. The director is very angry. I originally invited the president to introduce you. I have laid a lot of groundwork in advance.]

After a while, Han Zhe tapped the screen with his fingers, but the buttons on the screen did not respond well, and the reply he finally managed to write seemed a little brief.

【Han Zhe: Thank you, Chief Li.】

Han Zhe left the company.

I wandered aimlessly on the street and finally didn't know where I was. I saw a Chinese restaurant and asked the owner to make me a bowl of longevity noodles. I also ordered a portion of Kung Pao Chicken and stir-fried pork to fill my stomach.

Finally he stopped in front of a cake shop, hesitated for a while, and then pushed the door open and walked in.

“Welcome~”

The girl's gentle and sunny voice sounded.

The girl in the shop assistant uniform was pretty even at a casual glance, but Han Zhe was only focused on the various cakes displayed in the glass cabinet. After looking around, his voice was still a little hoarse: "Do you have small cakes? The kind for one person."

"What flavor do you like, customer nim? Sweet or mild? The best-selling one here is this lava chocolate."

Han Zhe hadn't bought a cake for a long time, and couldn't tell the difference between these cakes. He just said, "It's all right. Not too big. Can I put a candle in it?"

"Um, is it a birthday cake?" The girl was stunned.

Han Zhe nodded, raised his head, looked at her bright almond eyes and smiled: "Well, according to South Korea's calculation, it's the 25th birthday."

Now that I looked closely, I could see how beautiful the girl in front of me was.

Wearing a baseball cap with the name of the cake shop written on it, she has long hair tied into a high ponytail. Her almond-shaped eyes with double eyelids are as clear as a deer's. Her long eyelashes are slightly curled up, and their eyes narrow into crescents as she smiles. Her small nose bridge, delicate oval face and face that looks only the size of a palm are very consistent with the South Korean aesthetic of cuteness.

Under the cake shop's pink apron with a teddy bear printed on it was a clean white shirt. She rolled up her sleeves, revealing the silver bracelet on her wrist.

The jeans wrapped her legs tightly, and her good proportions could be seen from the length of the jeans. Although she was not tall, only about 1.65 meters with shoes on, her legs looked quite long. The apron almost covered her front, but from the edge of the apron one could see her buttocks sticking out to the left and right, with a really beautiful gourd-shaped line.

The girl blinked, looked at him, and then smiled brightly: "I see, please wait a moment, is a five thousand yuan cake okay? Does it need to be packaged?"

"Well, thank you." Han Zhe nodded.

The cake is so expensive.
The five thousand yuan cake was the same size as her face, only the size of a palm. The girl also put candles in the shape of 2 and 5 in it. After packing it up and putting it on the table, she went to the coffee machine in the coffee shop to get a cup of coffee while Han Zhe was paying the bill.

“Can I have an iced Americano?”

She asked, and Han Zhe was stunned, but the girl smiled at him and handed him the coffee: "A medium cup of coffee, not expensive, happy birthday~"

South Koreans don't say happy birthday on their birthdays, but birthday congratulations. He only said it himself and heard others say it, but he didn't expect that he would receive two unexpected blessings today. Han Zhe pursed his lips and smiled: "Thank you, next time if there is a chance, I will treat you to coffee too."

"Yes~ I'll be looking forward to it, keep working hard~ fighting!" The girl gave him a fist pump with great energy, made a cheering gesture, and smiled brightly.

Han Zhe returned the smile, and then did not entangle, turned around and left, and his mood was really much better.

Inside the cake shop, the pretty clerk who had just been busy delivering coffee to customers in the store returned to the bar and joked, "Our Yan Zhuxi likes this one? A fan of slightly fat uncles?"

"Are you going to die?" Pei Yanzhu glared at her angrily, but the clerk just laughed softly: "I know, I know~ But you are really kind. That guy looks haggard and looks like he just lost his job. Aren't you afraid of being pestered?"

"That's why we should encourage him. It's not necessary to get involved, right?" Pei Yanzhu thought for a moment, then laughed: "Although he doesn't look very energetic, he doesn't look like that kind of person."

"Could it be that?"

"Ah! Don't you know what type I like?"

"A tall, handsome, rich second generation?"

"Ashi, you don't have to be a rich second generation."

"Well, if that uncle loses some weight and dresses up, he might be quite handsome. He seems to be quite tall."

"Ah!! Park So Hee!"

Han Zhe returned to his semi-basement.

Although when I looked up, I could only see the lower bodies of the men and women passing by outside the window. The room I lived in was like a stepping stone for them, but the bright afternoon sunshine still managed to illuminate half of the room.

After he lit the candle, before opening his eyes again, the corners of his mouth curled up in joy.

I will definitely get better this year.

Happy birthday, myself.

However, just as Han Zhe opened his eyes and subconsciously blew out the candle.

The words floating before his eyes made his eyes slightly widen and freeze in place.

【.start up!】

What to start?
【King of Money! Start! 】

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