After waiting for a few seconds, Zhang Chunhui threw the notebook in his hand to the ground: "At worst, I can stop doing it. Isn't it the highest salary in the same industry? I don't care anymore, I want to quit."

"You... are you tempted by me? Are you qualified? If you say you don't, don't do it. Do you believe it or not, I will let you in Lugang..." Wang Wei naturally stretched out his hand.

Lu Qiao pressed Wang Wei's hand tightly: "Okay, there's one less sentence. I'm here to ask someone for trouble. It's not going to cause death. Zhang Chunhui, come here and we'll find a place to chat. If you like this job, please continue to do it. Wang Wei and I will not come again. We also promise that it will not have any impact on you in the future. Let the manager think that what happened today has not happened?"

Wang Wei saw that Lu Qiao had nothing to say at this time and could only bear it. Zhang Chunhui turned his head and said, "You go, we have nothing to say."

"We have something to say. The dean is your mother and the owner of our welfare home. Now you know that she is dead and no one knows. If you ask me to go back and don't know anything, just say that the dean is dead? Do you think it's appropriate? I don't understand? Why are you stubborn with me here? If you say anything difficult, you just don't need to treat me like this, right?" Lu Qiao looked at Zhang Chunhui, and felt really uncomfortable.

Zhang Chunhui looked at Lu Qiao: "Okay, I'll talk to you if you promise me something."

"What's the matter?" Lu Qiao said, tears appeared in his eyes.

"You promise me before you say it." Zhang Chunhui grabbed the notepad, took the paper and pen, and walked forward.

"After, I promise you everything." Lu Qiao replied.

"Okay, you sign and press your handprints. If you do, I will believe you." Zhang Chunhui walked to the front of Luqiao.

Zhang Chunhui covered the words written on it, and a blank piece of the road bridge signed the underneath.

Lu Qiao picked up the paper and pen and naturally did not hesitate. Wang Wei grabbed Zhang Chunhui: "There is nothing written on it, just sign it. What if he says you owe him money? What if you want you to sell your organs?"

Lu Qiao glanced at Zhang Chunhui and shook his head: "Others are not bad."

Almost the moment Lu Qiao finished speaking, Zhang Chunhui said, "I don't have anything I can't write well."

After signing and stamping Luqiao, he pressed his red thumb.

Lu Qiao understood that the IOU he issued to Wu Weiguo was all fake, but this one was indeed a real thing.

"Can I see what I signed?" Lu Qiao asked.

Zhang Chunhui let go of the upper half, which read: I, Luqiao, voluntarily gave up the will made by Qian Yuyan and returned all the wills to Mr. Zhang Chunhui.

"Is this?" Lu Qiao asked in confusion.

Zhang Chunhui cried: "My mother did a good thing."

In the cafe outside the factory, Lu Qiao and Zhang Chunhui sat opposite each other.

Wang Wei sat on the table next door, and there were naturally three cups of coffee.

Zhang Chunhui looked at Wang Wei: "Is it okay if I don't go to work at this point?"

"You are all attending, if you want to be fine if you don't go to work this month, I'll be fine with you, so much nonsense. If Lu Qiao hadn't known you, he would have beaten you with a wrong head." Wang Wei shouted.

Lu Qiao looked at Wang Wei and Zhang Chunhui, and they were indeed of the same age.

Zhang Chunhui nodded slightly: "Then I will be paid for a month, thank you."

"You are so arrogant." Wang Wei's temper suddenly became angry.

Lu Qiao had no choice but to extend his hand again, and had already separated the two of them by a table, but now it was obviously not enough to be separated.

Lu Qiao asked, "Zhang Chunhui, tell me what happened. What happened to the dean? Why did you ask me to sign such words?"

Zhang Chunhu lowered his head slightly: "My mother suddenly deteriorated and died more than a month ago, but she suddenly couldn't do it. One night I found it was already late, and then I sent it to the ICU for rescue and died after one night."

Lu Qiao was stunned for a month ago? It suddenly deteriorated suddenly. Logically, after Tu Shanmeng instilled cultivation, he said that he could persist for a year, but it was impossible that he would fail if he had not arrived for half a year?

Luqiao thought of something at this time, and the dream of Tushan that turned into ashes in the birdhouse.

The Tushan Meng completely disappeared at that time, which meant that Tushan Meng could not bear it anymore. That thing seemed to be a year ago. Could it be that Tushan's cultivation level was completely disappeared and the dean's life could not be saved?

Lu Qiao thought of this and hammered the table. Zhang Chunhui suddenly became nervous and said, "Don't be angry, it's not my mother who killed me. It really deteriorated suddenly, and I don't know why. Now I think about it now that I should drink when I eat and drink for the past six months, and I don't even need to use a crutch. I was thinking either that I would look back or that my mother knew that she was going to be alive, so she began to pretend to be calm."

"No, no, no, it's my problem. If I could have been earlier, or if I knew about the situation, I would have been careful to call you." Lu Qiao explained.

"My mother walked in a hurry, but she knew everything in her heart. Before she died, she told me to take the things in the cabinet justly. Later, when my mother died, I opened the cabinet and took a look. At that time, I tore the note from the cabinet. Luqiao, please. Before my mother died, she left me a house. Can you not take the house? I know that my mother must have discussed it with you, otherwise you would not have found it." Zhang Chunhui begged.

Wang Wei was stunned: "What do you mean by this? It's so wild?"

Zhang Chunhui explained: "Luqiao? You don't know about this? Is it impossible?"

"I really don't know what you said," Lu Qiao explained.

"You don't know why you are chasing me?" Zhang Chunhui asked.

"Don't I want to know what's wrong with the dean?" Lu Qiao replied.

"My mother left an inheritance in her cabinet fairness. She probably was afraid that the welfare home would collapse, so she wrote in her will that Luqiao will handle the house. You can sell the house to subsidize the household income, but I lost everything. Although my father is not a good person, why is my mother also our Zhang family? She has no right to give you my house like this. Don't you know this?" Zhang Chunhui looked at Luqiao.

Lu Qiao shook his head: "I don't know about this. The welfare home is very good now. The welfare home is making money, so you don't need your mother's house to subsidize it. As long as you tell me the matter well enough, I won't want this house. Don't worry, you don't need that signature, let alone you have already tore the paper. If you don't have justice, it's not right? Don't worry, I don't want a house."
Chapter completed!