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Chapter 57 Demon King

After coming out of the hotel, He Jing wanted to go back to the company, and Han Zhao wanted to see him off, but he didn't refuse.

Han Zhao changed to a Mercedes-Benz SUV. It seems that the business has indeed done well in the past few years.

The two of them didn't talk much along the way. When they drove to Huaihai Road, watching the bustling shopping malls passing by, He Jing suddenly remembered the embarrassing incident of meeting his mother in the car.

The atmosphere in the car was too stuffy, so he asked casually, "Is your mother okay?"

"It's fine," Han Zhao glanced at him, "She still asks about you occasionally."

"Me?" He Jing laughed, "Does she still remember the embarrassment I lost back then?"

Han Zhao smiled: "She has a good impression of you."

He Jing shrugged, and then asked, "Where is grandma? Are you okay?"

Han Zhao's expression darkened, and he said after a while, "I passed away last year. After these few years, the doctor said it's not easy."

The topic of life and death was too heavy, and He Jing was at a loss for words for a while, and couldn't say anything to comfort him.

After a while, Han Zhao suddenly said: "A person lives for a lifetime, and we who are alive should cherish what is in front of us."

He Jing gave a soft "hmm" and turned his head to look at the scenery outside the window.

The two went all the way to the office building in silence. He Jing thanked him and got out of the car.

When closing the car door, Han Zhao suddenly said to him, "Do you have time on weekends? Watch a movie together."

"I can't decide now," He Jing thought for a while and said, "Let's talk about it at the weekend."

After speaking, he nodded towards Han Zhao, closed the car door, and walked quickly into the office building.

Standing in front of the elevator, He Jing looked back and heaved a long sigh of relief when he saw Han Zhao's car drive away.

This kind of game is really not fun, I want to admit defeat every minute!

It took a long time to eat this meal at noon, and it was already 02:30 when I stepped into the company.

As soon as he entered the door, He Jing felt that something was wrong - from the front desk to the office area, everyone was immersed in their work, and even the person who was on the phone seemed to deliberately lower his voice.

Standing in the office area, He Jing was stunned for a few seconds, the marketing director hung up the phone, saw him standing, and quickly winked at him.

Infected by the weird atmosphere, He Jing asked him what happened with his mouth.

"Devin," the marketing director also lip-synced with difficulty, then pointed to the end of the corridor, "your office."

WTF!After seeing it clearly, He Jing walked quickly towards his office.

The cloudy day, the room with no lights on, and the bad-tempered boss made the whole company panic.

He Jing knocked on the door and entered the office. When he entered, he saw that his seat was facing the door. Then, as if he was in a movie, Devin sat on his chair and slowly turned around.

The handsome face was full of impatience, and he said, "Where did you go?"

"The court session lasted all morning, and I had lunch with the lawyer at noon."

He Jing threw his briefcase on the chair, found a bottle of water, and gulped down most of it.

“Shanghai food is very salty.”

Devin stood up and walked around in front of He Jing: "We paid for a lawyer, and we want you to accompany us to dinner?"

"Young master, not all meals are called companionship." He Jing shook his head helplessly at him, "I just chat with him about the case and have a meal by the way."

Devin snorted, not knowing whether he was satisfied with his answer, and walked to the window to look at the street scene.

After coming in for a while, He Jing probably understood that he was in a bad mood, so he had to bite the bullet and change the topic.

"New office, are you satisfied?"

"That's it, it turns out that one can't bear it."

You don't work here!He Jing slandered, wondering why the Great Demon King came to patrol the mountain?

Before he could figure out how to ask, Devin suddenly turned his head.

"Today is your birthday?"

"Ah?" He Jing didn't understand, he had forgotten his birthday, how could he remember both of them.

"When I came in, they were discussing how to open a SurpriseParty for you," Devin raised his chin towards his desk, "Well, it's a birthday present."

He Jing walked to the desk suspiciously, and saw a stack of documents lying on the desk.

I opened it and saw that it was the equity transfer contract of the Shanghai company, the transferor was Devin, and the transferee had "He Jing" written on it impressively.

The proportion of equity is not much, but if the company plans to increase capital and share, this equity will be considerable after several rounds of financing.

The attachment is a ten-year non-competition agreement, which states that if He Jing resigns within ten years, he will not be able to take up a job in a company in the same industry - the whole set of documents is a preferential stock ownership plan for core employees. After signing these, from then on It is a grasshopper tied to the same boat as the company.

He Jing probably flipped through it, and saw that Devin's signature was already on it, so he raised his head and said to him, "Thank you?"

"Hey," Devin was very dissatisfied with his reaction, "I'm going to find private equity to invest some money in the Shanghai company, and when the company goes public, can you figure out the market value of this equity?"

tens of millions?Hundreds of millions?He Jing secretly shook his head in his heart. The listing is still far away. After signing this thing, he only felt that he was completely sold to Devin.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Devin walked up to him and said condescendingly: "My circle of friends posts a lot of people who are rushing to send money. The business in Shenzhen will gradually transfer to Shanghai. After three It will not be a problem to establish a GEM last year."

He Jing glanced at him, picked up a pen, and signed his name on the document.

"Boss, for the next ten years, I will eat meat with you."

Only then was Devin satisfied, and sat down in front of him leisurely.

"Andre, I gave a gift and everyone was happy - look, by the time you're 36, you'll be a billionaire."

He Jing rolled his eyes in his heart, thinking that the cake was really round and big.After rolling his eyes, he still couldn't help preaching to him: "Devin, I am very grateful to you, whether it was three years ago or now—but, besides money, there are other reasons for happiness in this world."

"Like?" Devin raised an eyebrow.

"Family, friendship, love."

"What do you think of me?" Devin sneered.

He Jing had a headache. Devin's parents were both from a wealthy family. After a political marriage, they divorced when he was very young. Most of the people who surrounded him since he was a child were really looking for his money.

This guy has a super intelligent IQ, but has a serious problem with emotional alienation.When he was drunk a few years ago, he cried once in front of He Jing, and since then, the two have had some personal relationships beyond the boss and subordinates.

At the beginning, He Jing tried to teach him some normal people's ways of doing things, but later he found out that he was playing the piano against the cow, so he gave up completely.

Fortunately, although he is strange, Devin is never a bad person, which is why He Jing is willing to put up with him.

"Andre, help me find a place in Shanghai, I want to live for a few days."

"Huh? You don't like it..." Halfway through the conversation, He Jing suddenly noticed a small wound on his forehead, "What happened to your forehead?"

The wound hasn't completely solidified yet, it seems to be newly added.

Devin looked away.

"MissA came to my house out of nowhere this morning and ran into MissB. The two had a good chat at first, and then I talked about what brand of bag I gave MissA recently, which is more advanced than the one MissB was carrying. MissB became angry , The two quarreled first, and then they picked up the bag and started fighting," Devin pointed to the wound on his forehead, "The corners of the bag of that shit brand are made of metal, and I lost the color when I went to fight."

He Jing looked at him for a few seconds, couldn't help but bent down and burst out laughing.

Devin looked at him blankly.

"Then what?" He Jing smiled, his stomach ached, "They accidentally injured you in a fight, and then what?"

"What else? Then, I yelled it out," Devin remained expressionless, "You're laughing, it's not all because of you."

"Me?" He Jing couldn't stop laughing, "What do I care?!"

"It wasn't you who said last time, don't send money, but give something." Devin looked at He Jing angrily, "When I used to send money, I never had such a thing!"

He Jing was very speechless about his logic.

"You flew to Shanghai just for this?"

"They came to my house and squatted to beg for mercy when they came to their senses. It was annoying to see," Devin said impatiently, "Andre, is this also the case between you men?"

"This...it has nothing to do with men and women," He Jing and Devin often feel like opening the door to a new world when they get along with each other. "Of course men don't fight over bags..."

"Fine," Devin interrupted, "I can try a man."

"Listen to me!" He Jing couldn't stand his interruption. "This matter has nothing to do with men and women. It doesn't matter whether it's a bag or money. The important thing is to choose gifts carefully and treat your partner with sincerity."

Devin frowned at him.

He Jing patiently explained to him: "If you are poor, when your girlfriend needs money, giving her money is the most sincere gift. Now that you are rich, you can only be sincere if you give something other than money. .”

Devin scoffed at his theory.

"You don't need money for what? This brand, that brand, aren't they fighting for money?"

He Jing looked at him helplessly, and decided to try one last time.

"For example, you went to climb a mountain with MissX. For some reason, she didn't climb to the top of the mountain, but she always wanted to see the scenery on the top of the mountain. Then you went again and collected beautiful leaves on the top of the mountain. Come back Take the time to make a specimen with your own hands and give it to MissX as a gift..."

As He Jing said, he took out a log box inlaid with glass from his briefcase.

"Look, this gift doesn't cost money, but it will make the recipient very touched, right?"

Devin took the box from him, turned left and right, and took a closer look.

"You got a birthday present today?"

"En." He Jing nodded.

Devin put down the box, and looked at the equity transfer agreement that He Jing signed and threw aside.

"Impressed?"

He Jing nodded again, and added: "The best birthday present."

"Andre," Devin put his hands on the table, approaching He Jing with a handsome face, "You have something wrong."

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