Inside the Korean courtyard—

Have used breakfast comfortably.

Song Zhichao felt refreshed and clear-headed, and he swept away the hangover from last night. He especially felt that he had done another good thing and arranged a job for Park Chun-hwa, a miserable woman.

I can only treat them well as mother and daughter. I arrange school for Jin Baoer and work for Park Chun-hwa. I am simply a righteous person.

No wonder people often say that doing good deeds will bring good moods. Song Zhichao is in a good mood now.

Song Zhichao has always been intrigued with those very bad chaebols in Korea, or they are fond of luxury with them, and rarely has such an opportunity to do good deeds and improve their moral standards.

In short, if you do good deeds every day, you will be happy and I will be happy.

Song Zhichao opened his arms, Jin Sanshun helped him put on his coat, and Park Chun-hwa next to him handed him the briefcase.

Song Zhichao walked out of the door and entered the courtyard. He was about to step away. At this time, Jin Sanshun suddenly said weakly, "President Song, I..."

"What am I? Say anything quickly, don't whine..." Song Zhichao turned his head and looked at her.

Jin Sanshun's face looked a little nervous, biting her lip and playing with the corner of her clothes with one hand, "Well, my mother is going to work in your company, right?"

"Yes, since I have spoken, I will not regret it-I am the one who does what I say."

"Then my grandma is going to work, should she dress more decently?"

Song Zhichao turned his face and looked at Park Chunhua next to him. Indeed, she was dressed a little shabby. Compared with the fashionable men and women in Seoul, she looked like she was from the countryside.

"Of course, although my company has no requirements for clothing, at least it must be worn neatly, so that it can have a good mental outlook; of course, the company will also send work clothes at that time."

"President Song, you are right. My mother is actually very pretty and has a good figure..."

Song Zhichao: “…”

Immediately glared at me, "You girl, why do you tell me about these things?"

Kim Sanshun blushed, "I mean I want to buy her a set of clothes."

"Then just buy it, don't tell me these."

"But, I don't have money..." Jin Sanshun lowered his head and did not dare to look at Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao: “…”

He was stunned for a moment, "Why did you say to me if you don't have money? Do you want to borrow money?"

Kim Sanshun boldly looked up, "It's not that you borrow money, but that you are asking you to pay me a salary..."

Song Zhichao: “…”

He looked confused.

After a long time, "Didn't I pay you a salary?"

Jin Sanshun's head was shaking like a rattle, "No."

Song Zhichao: "Since you came here to work, haven't you?"

Kim Sansuon: "Well, there has never been any."

Song Zhichao: "Impossible?" He quickly took out his cell phone and called the company, and then he knew, indeed, there was no!

The reason is very simple. Hiring Sanshun as his own nanny was purely Song Zhichao's personal behavior, and it has nothing to do with the Song Group established by Song Zhichao. In other words, there is no name for Jin Sanshun in the personnel files of the group company.

Jin Sanshun’s salary needs to be paid by Song Zhichao himself.

Song Zhichao: “…”

Blushed.

I have always been calling the little nanny Jin Sanshun, and I have taught her a lesson from time to time and scolded her.

Unexpectedly, they didn't take the money to work and had been "volunteer" for so long.

"Ahem, Sanshun, why didn't you tell me about this situation earlier? President Song, am I the kind of person who is short of money?" After saying this, Song Zhichao's face turned red again.

It's mainly embarrassing.

Too embarrassing.

"I know President Song didn't do it on purpose, so I plucked up the courage to say this. Don't blame me!"

"How could I blame you? You just say it, I'll give you money now! Uh, how much is it?"

"One million won a month."

"Oh, is that? Not much, that's the little money!"

One million won, equivalent to six thousand Hong Kong dollars, is indeed not much for Song Zhichao.

After Song Zhichao finished speaking, he hurriedly went to take out his wallet.

But--

I took it for a long time but didn't take it out.

What's going on?

Only then did Song Zhichao remember that he had forgotten his wallet in the car?

Next to them, the little nanny Kim Sansun and Park Chun-hwa were still waiting, and they stared at Song Zhichao wide.

Song Zhichao groped for a long time but couldn't find anything.

"President Song, you are not...no money, right?" Jin Sanshun blinked and looked at Song Zhichao and asked timidly.

Park Chun-hwa: "Sanshun, how can you talk to President Song like this! President Song, if you don't have money, you can give it later. I don't lack clothes, really!"

Song Zhichao: “…”

He had the thought of hitting his head against the wall.

Just then, tick!

Han Jiaren, a beautiful woman living in the tower house on the top floor, carried a knives bag, humming songs, and stepped on high heels to get down from the building.

Song Zhichao seemed to have seen a savior, but immediately suppressed the urge to borrow money immediately, and waved to Han Jiaren very handsomely.

Han Jiaren saw him and also saw Park Chun-hwa and Kim Sansun standing next to him.

There is no way, the mother and daughter are so outstanding, they are simply a pair of "mother and daughter flowers". I don't know where the blessing of the surname Song came from, so I was able to take them in at home.

Even Han Jiaren occasionally had some evil thoughts, believing that Song Zhichao deliberately kept the two women at home, with impure motives and some evil purpose.

"What's wrong?" Han Jiaren showed a reluctant expression, deliberately twisted her slender waist, and came to Song Zhichao in a charming manner.

Song Zhichao: "Of course I have something to do with you," he lowered his voice, "borrow some money."

Han Jiaren: “…”

He was stunned for a moment, and his first reaction was that he widened his eyes: "Are you bankrupt?"

"Crow's mouth, how could I go bankrupt!"

"If you haven't gone bankrupt, you, the president, asked me what money I'm borrowing?" Han Jiaren despised him.

"I seem to have forgotten my wallet in the car. Now I have to pay Jin Sanshun's salary."

"I'll pay your nanny?" Han Jiaren glanced at Jin Sanshun who was waiting beside her.

"Aren't you kidding me? What new game is it?" Han Jiaren said.

"I don't have time to play with you, so why don't you borrow it?"

"Oh, I'm still angry..." Han Jiaren jokingly said, "But why did you ask me to borrow money?"

"Nonsense, who else is there except you? Besides, I borrowed money from you before!"

"Tsk, you're so embarrassed to say that you've collected a lot of debts at the beginning!"

Song Zhichao: “…”

When Han Jiaren saw Song Zhichao, she seemed to be really anxious, "Okay, I won't joke with you - how much do I borrow?"

"One Million Won."

"So many?" Han Jiaren immediately widened her eyes.

For Han Jiaren, the "financial fan" she never expected that the little nanny Jin Sanshun would have a monthly salary of one million - now it is an economic crisis, and many formal workers in large companies do not have that much salary.

Han Jiaren was stunned for a long time, then glanced at Kim Sansun and Park Chun-hwa, and then asked Song Zhichao meaningfully: "Is the million you mentioned one person or their mother and daughter?"

Song Zhichao was slightly stunned: "What do you mean?"

"Ahem, it's not interesting - I mean, it's reasonable for a mother and daughter to serve you alone, and it's reasonable to pay one million won a month."

Song Zhichao: “…”

I hear the taste.

"Don't guess, you girl! It's not as evil as you think!"

"I don't have it. My thoughts are so pure. How evil is it? You are thinking too much!" Han Jiaren was so happy when she heard that Song Zhichao denied these things, she hurriedly opened Kunbao and picked up a check of one million and handed it to Song Zhichao, "This is all my belongings. You have taken it, and it is calculated as interest."

"I will get in the car and get my wallet back later." Song Zhichao was too lazy to talk to Han Jiaren, a wealthy fan, and hurriedly took the money and paid Jin Sanshun the salary.
To be continued...