"The story is too long and it's too late. Okay, go back, I have to go back and rest."

"Okay."

Zhao Pingye turned to an employee who was still in the office and said, "Everyone said there is no need to keep people, we will leave immediately."

"It's okay, Mr. Zhao. Just in case of any other situation." The man said: "And, I'm just sitting in the midnight snack stall and waiting stupidly. It's better to wait here for a while, and then I can start eating there directly."

Zhao Pingye smiled, "Okay, let's go first."

Walking out of Tianqi Second Company in parallel, Zhao Pingye suddenly said: "Actually, Song Qingci is the easiest person in this plan. She doesn't need to bear any pressure. The day of the album is the end. On the contrary, Zhao Ya, almost all the pressure on the Internet is given to her. So, after this, you should thank her carefully."

Jiang Nanxue said: "Didn't she make a profit? Besides, she is still on the same screen as Queen Tang!"

Zhao Pingye said: "You can't say that. It's not that anyone who gets more must suffer more."

"So according to what you said, then hard work is not proportional to achievement at all?"

"Isn't it?"

Jiang Nanxue thought about it and was dejected, "It seems that's true."

"It can only be said that hard work may not necessarily lead to success, but without hard work, you will definitely not succeed. More importantly, this matter has nothing to do with hard work or not. Suffering is not suffering."

"Okay, OK, I know, a nagging middle-aged man, why are you like a tongue-in-law?" Jiang Nanxue said: "I can treat her to a meal with Qingci after this incident, right? Well? No, I didn't benefit from it, I can't even get the money. Why should I treat her to a meal? No, you have to give me a bonus! I haven't received a penny until now!"

Zhao Pingye shrugged.

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted outside the company's glass door, "Xiaoxue!"

Jiang Nanxue heard the voice and said loudly: "Here you come!"

"Your boyfriend?"

"Yes. I won't tell you anymore, I'll leave first." Jiang Nanxue ran out quickly, "Are you stupid? Why are you staying outside? Are you not cold? You're nervous."

"Why did you come out so late? I think the people from their network department have come out long ago."

"They rushed to have midnight snack after work. I'm not in a hurry, I'm chatting inside. Let's go!" Jiang Nanxue held Zhang Yuhan's hand, turned around and waved to Zhao Pingye, who had not yet walked out of the door, "Boss, let's go!"

Zhao Pingye smiled.

Zhang Yuhan looked back at Zhao Pingye.

Zhao Pingye slowly opened the door. It was snowing at 10 o'clock in the evening of December.
Chapter completed!