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However, Padu’s main task is tax planning (referring to taxpayers using the loopholes in the tax law or the methods allowed by the tax law to make appropriate financial arrangements or tax planning, and achieve the purpose of reducing or lifting the tax burden without violating the tax law)

Eden gave her a salary of 20k a month as a basic salary, and at the end of the last year she received another 100k based on her performance.

Who would have thought that the stupid Maomao, who is usually lazy, is secretly a top student of Yunshen University's Ph.D.?

I rubbed my chin, imagining whether one day Pado would turn into the wolf of Wall Street, or even the next generation of stock god Buffett.

But with her temperament, I am afraid that even if she becomes a billionaire, she will continue to buy discounted food in cheap supermarkets...

"Understood, let's remember~" Padu poked out her cute head from the back of the notebook, stuck out her tongue, but seeing my sharp eyes, she shrank her head back cowardly...

The captain knows how to bully us...

"Let's do this first. The meeting is over. If you have any questions, you can directly talk to the group, or @我 in private." Eden waved his hand, stretched himself, and stood up from his seat first.

And we waited for the big boss to leave before coming out of the conference room and returning to our respective positions to continue working. ……………………………………………

The busy half day passed by in a blink of an eye. I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples. I looked at the time on the table, and before I knew it, it was time for dinner.

I was tossing around for too long last night. Alicia slept like a piglet today. She really couldn't get up to make bento in the morning, so she muttered and told me to go to the company's cafeteria to eat some.

Yawn... I stretched my waist, opened the v letter to check the step count ranking, the baby's step count was still 0, probably still sleeping on the bed, so I didn't send a message to disturb her.

Freelancers like Alicia are very busy when they are busy, and quickly when they are free. Anyway, they rely on their own allocation of time. According to Alicia, ideas will spring up a few days before the deadline, so you can usually Take your time.

But Baby also often picks up scattered orders, or does art work on various manuscripts, or directly acts as a shooter for others to earn some snack money for daily expenses.

According to her, she is still in the stage of honing her writing and improving her thinking. When the time is ripe, she will sort out her travel diary and write a real novel based on it.

I'm also imagining whether Ellie will be popular one day. After all, her father has real power in his hands as a writer. All kinds of ways will definitely reserve resources for his daughter as a backup.

Although Huangguo has recently flourished on the Internet, it really can't be put on the table in the eyes of grandma and those high-ranking people.

Although part of the value of art comes from the audience, it is undeniable that most readers have flaws in their appreciation to varying degrees.

Commercial fast articles are born in response to the market, and their essence lies in "writing what readers want to read".In this mode, some added value of literature and art will inevitably be discarded.Chinese website

For example, is it possible to learn something by reading online articles these days?What culture do you experience?After all, it is just for a simple word "cool".

But this kind of literature that "pleases the market" is exactly what those literati and scholars in high places are not ashamed of.

p, rubbing heat, lily, danmei, linkage......

You make your money, of course you can, but please don't come to my place to show off.What we need can be Yangchun Baixue, or Xialiba people, but forget about your self-moving and self-absorbed enclosure literature.

This can be said to be the reservedness of literati, or it can be said to be the self-styledness of scholars.

But Ellie's goal is not a simple writer, but a writer in the true sense. ……………

Keep going!

I think it's really not easy for a big baby.

Shaking my head, I took a breath, put aside the clutter in my mind, turned off the computer, put on my coat, and prepared to go to the cafeteria for lunch. …………

Today, Master Qian seems to have something to go to the hospital, so he divided the vegetables and rice into disposable lunch boxes, and then neatly put them in the incubator according to the type of vegetables, so that we can pick them up according to our preferences.

To tell the truth while her girlfriend is away, the bento made by Ellie mainly focuses on her heart, and the taste is definitely not as good as that of a former hotel chef like Master Qian.

I randomly picked a dish of braised pork + large ribs + stir-fried shredded carrots + mung beans mixed with corn kernels. I was just about to find a place to sit down and enjoy it slowly. I glanced and saw a familiar figure sitting in the corner.

With a slight smile on the corner of my mouth, I quietly walked behind the girl, and coughed twice.

"Cough cough!"

! ! ! ! ! ! ? ! ? !

The girl was like a frightened kitten, the hairs all over her body exploded, she shivered, then she seemed to realize something again, she sighed resignedly, with a mournful face, she turned her head slowly, and squeezed out a cry that was worse than crying. Ugly smile.

"Captain~~ We know we're wrong, so don't scare us!" Pa Duo's original cat-eared hairstyle actually fell down in line with her mood, and he bit the chicken leg in his hand aggrievedly, like a chicken leg. A folded cat bullied by a villain.

Put the lunch box next to Patuo, I just now found out that this guy actually took two boxes of lunch secretly.

"You, why did you take an extra box??"

"Master Qian said it's not enough, so I can take it myself..." Pa Duo turned his head away, looking innocent.

If you don't take advantage of it, you're a bastard. . . .

"...Then can you eat it?" I frowned, looked at Pa Duo's thin appearance, and asked her while rubbing my chin.

"This...how do you know you won't be able to eat it if you don't try it..." Patuo knew he was wrong, and didn't dare to meet my sharper eyes, and lowered his head in embarrassment.

"We know we are wrong... Captain, can you stop scolding us..."

"If you can't eat it, give me some. You are so thin, you should eat more. You will look better if you grow some meat." Seeing Pa Duo's pitiful look, I pampered her head, then picked up a spoon and scooped the vegetarian vegetables she didn't want into my box, and added some to the rice.

"Oh? Isn't the captain angry with us?"

"Why am I competing with you? I still expect you to make me rich." I smiled and squeezed Pa Duo's face, and then took off the rice grains she had stuck to the corner of her mouth.

"What do you want to drink? I invite you."

"Hey hey, the captain chooses, we don't pick~"

"Pfft~ Why don't you choose the most expensive one now? Why, do you finally feel sorry for my wallet?"

"Ahem...then if the captain is willing, let's have a bottle of peach-flavored Heytea..."

"You're still being rude to me." I shook my head speechlessly, and stood up, "Sure, then I'll go buy it first. I counted it, there are six pieces of braised pork in the lunch box, don't steal it while I'm not around!"

"Captain, you are too embarrassing! Is it necessary for us to be greedy for a piece of your meat!" Pa Duo was very dissatisfied with my distrust.

"...Didn't you steal one of my beef balls last time?"

Pa Duo blushed, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, and argued, "Stealing meatballs can't be considered stealing... stealing meatballs!... Can scholars' affairs be considered stealing?"

. . . . . . .

When I came back, there was indeed a lot of braised pork left, but there was one bite missing from the side row, and there was a small cute tooth mark next to it......

Patuo is definitely a person who will carry out his beliefs to the end...

Chapter 19 Brother Su

The corridor of the hospital is very spacious, and Milan-colored tiles are neatly laid on the floor, like a blurred mirror, vaguely reflecting the tense and anxious face of the woman.

Under the cold and bright lights and the pungent smell of disinfectant, Sakura sat tremblingly on the waiting seat in front of the operating room, biting her lower lip tightly, and her hands were clenched together unconsciously. At the same time, cold sweat with a little coolness secreted from the palm.

The woman stared blankly at the closed white door, and the light board above the door was showing the words "in operation".For some reason, the distance is so close, but in front of the woman's eyes, it is as blurred and distant as life and death, like a Pandora's box, which makes people fearful and daunting...but they are curious to know what is inside... What secrets are hidden.

Sakura recalled that the last time she had a similar feeling was when she checked her score in the college entrance examination.

Mingming is eager to know the results of all kinds of causes, but he is afraid that the final unveiling will be unsatisfactory.The icy chill seeping out from the bottom of my heart involuntarily gathered into a poisonous rope, from the toes to the fingers, from the fingers to the brain, embedding the whole person in a state similar to "frozen"... .

In the end, it turned into a tragedy called "powerlessness".

The most devout prayers are in a hospital, not a church.

Even a thorough materialist like Sakura can't help but look forward to the real existence of the "omnipotent god".

Or the devil.

She is willing to offer her beliefs, or exchange her lifespan for a bargaining chip on the gaming table...

Because her dearest sister was lying on the operating table, facing a life-and-death calamity.

Over the past, from now on, the sea will be broad and sailing, and the sky will be high, but if you can't cross it......

Sakura panted heavily, the huge pressure almost condensed into a solid body, squeezing her tight heart into twisted shape. ………………

She couldn't even imagine the consequences of failure.

"Suzu will be fine."

The man's deep voice came from beside him, Sakura looked up in a daze, but only saw a side face covered by a mask.

Qian Jie didn't have any habit of dressing up. On his upper body was an outdated brown turtleneck coat with silver bear paw scratches printed on the back, on his lower body was a pair of slim smoke gray jeans, and on his feet were a pair of black leather boots of an unrecognizable brand.

It feels like a tough hunter in the mountains.

Throat choked and unable to speak, Sakura stretched out a small hand to put on Qianjie's shoulder, and then rested her head on the back of her hand, her whole body was sobbing and trembling, like a boat rocking in a storm.

Beside Qianjie, a young man with a handsome appearance and a peaceful temperament was dressed in white clothes like a doctor, with his hands lightly resting on his lap, he was closing his eyes, exhaling softly, like the evening wind rippling in the forest .

Don't be surprised by favor or disgrace, just watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court.Going or staying has no intention of following the clouds and clouds in the sky.

Su gave people the impression that he was always aloof and indifferent. Just imagine, even if there was a catastrophe in the next moment, he would still be in this peaceful state.

Those who are enlightened have enlightenment, and those who are benevolent have gained.

Everyone in the studio always speculated whether Su was the heir of some big family who came to experience life in the world of mortals.

But even Kevin, who had known him for the longest time, never knew Su's background.

Su himself is an extremely quiet person, if you don't ask, I won't answer.And everyone in the studio is not the kind of ghost who is so gossip-minded that he wants to dig into other people's bottoms.

But Eden mentioned something when he was drunk:

"Talents in this world are divided into three realms"

"The third realm is like a thousand-mile horse, look forward to Bole"

"Second Realm Like Jiang Taigong, Fishing in Ze"......

"What about the first realm?" Patuo asked at that time.

Unexpectedly, Eden poured himself another glass of wine, smiled lightly and said nothing, but his eyes lingered on the bastards in the studio for a while.

Talents in the third realm are rich in talent and learning, but suffer from no one's appreciation. I hope that Bole will give me a place to use my martial arts.

As for the second realm, it has already changed to a different realm.There are tens of millions of people in the world, but there is no one who can beat me.This kind of person does not lack Bole, rather Bole is only one of his fish ponds.They are like the gods flying in the sky, never lacking a place to stay, just waiting for the opportunity to choose a good tree to live in.

And the first realm?

Cats don’t know either? (oo)?

Anyway, Brother Su didn't get fired for being so bad every day. Boss Eden must have his own considerations for keeping him. …………

"What is the success rate of Su... Bell's surgery?"

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the uneasiness in Qianjie's heart became more and more intense.

Taking a light breath, Su recalled the medical knowledge in his mind.

"If it is a common operation for abdominal aortic aneurysm, the success rate of the operation is 95%-98%."