Stronger by Paying Salaries and I Have 1 Billion Employees

Meng Jie placed her foot in the socket for a flagpole, then held out her right hand, signaling for Chen Yansen to pull her up. She clearly intended to climb up and sit next to him.

”Just stay down there. It’s windy and not safe up here.”

Chen Yansen slapped her little hand away, showing her no courtesy as he flatly refused.

”Tch—I can get up by myself!”

Meng Jie tried a few times, but being too short, she always came up just a little shy. In the end, she had to give up, though she still said defiantly, ”This part of the wall is too high. If it were that section over there, I’d have no problem.”

”Yeah, yeah, you’re the best!”

Chen Yansen gave a perfunctory reply and went back to his phone, tapping through the pending join requests one by one.

After all, making money was President Chen’s main business!

”What would you think if I repeated a year?”

Seeing that he was ignoring her, Meng Jie first sulked for a while. But since Boss Chen remained unmoved, she then asked him tentatively.

”It’d be the right choice!”

Hearing this, Chen Yansen put down his phone and replied with a serious expression, ”Don’t be stubborn with your dad. Let Uncle Meng pull some strings and get you into First Middle School to study for a year. Slog through it, and getting into a Tier 1 university won’t be a problem.”

’Given Meng Jie’s family circumstances, it was unlikely she would have attended Second Middle School in the first place. The only logical explanation was that the girl was stubborn and didn’t want her dad to spend money pulling strings for her.’

”If I repeat the year, we... won’t be able to see each other much.”

Meng Jie trailed off mid-sentence, a flicker of conflict crossing her face. Then she changed tack and rephrased it.

”It’s fine. We have phones, we can keep in touch anytime.”

Chen Yansen’s eyes narrowed as he spoke with a faint smile, pretending not to understand the subtext in her words.

”Are you playing dumb on purpose?”

Meng Jie finally realized what was happening. Her face tightened, and she clenched her small fists, demanding angrily.

”You were the one playing dumb first. Someone clearly lost a bet but is trying to welsh on it.”

Chen Yansen stared intently at Meng Jie.

Ever since he started trying to collect on the bet a few days ago, she had been avoiding him. Naturally, he wasn’t happy about it.

’How dare she try to welsh on a debt to me, Boss Chen? That’s going too far!’

”You damn pervert! If you’re going to look, then just get it over with!”

Stared at by him, Meng Jie lowered her head. Who knows what she was thinking, but suddenly, as if she had made up her mind, she abruptly rolled up her pant leg, revealing a section of snow-white stockings.

Meng Jie wasn’t tall, maybe five-foot-one at most, with a petite frame.

But her proportions were absolutely perfect. Her calves were fair and slender, like they were carved from ivory, glowing with a soft, captivating luster.

’Stockings under jeans... what a wild style!’

”Can I see how they feel?”

Chen Yansen’s eyes lit up. The words had barely left his mouth when, before Meng Jie could even answer, his hand was already on her leg.

”N-no, you can’t!”

Meng Jie shook her head and quickly pulled her leg back, but the momentary warm touch still made her blush furiously, her head spinning.

”Big Sis, want some shaved ice?”

Just as her world was spinning, Wang Zihao came running back, laughing and carrying three bowls of shaved ice.

”Oh, oh, thanks.”

Meng Jie flusteredly took the shaved ice, grabbed the spoon, and began to hastily shovel it into her mouth.

She didn’t dare look up at Chen Yansen, as if one more second of eye contact would make her explode on the spot.

”Don’t mention it. By the way, what day are you planning to go register?”

Wang Zihao took a big SLURP of his shaved ice, the cold making him stick his tongue out. Once he recovered, he turned his head and asked.

”I still haven’t decided if I should go to university or repeat the year.”

Meng Jie gathered her courage, glanced at Chen Yansen, and then replied.

”There’s no need to repeat. According to Uncle Meng’s plans, you’re going to work in a bank in the future anyway. Around here, whether it’s a key university, a Tier 1, or a Tier 2, they’re all undergraduate degrees. There’s no real difference, so it won’t affect your future promotions.”

”Rather than waste a year, you might as well start enjoying the good life at university a step sooner.”