Chapter 172
Chapter 172
Li Nianwei's movements stopped immediately.
After a little hesitation, she started massaging again.
While giving Wu Liang a massage, he said, "The chairman should know a lot about mandarin duck baths."
"I don't understand, so I want to hear your explanation." Wu Liang chuckled.
"I haven't tried a mandarin duck bath, so I don't know much about it." Li Nianwei's cheeks were already flushed.
"It's okay, we can try it another day." Wu Liang smiled.
"Chairman, you..." Li Nianwei's breathing became tense again.
"Haha, I'm just kidding, it scares you." Wu Liang said, "After another 10 minutes of massage, you can go out, just come in every hour."
Li Nianwei's hands were pressed on Wu Liang's shoulders, she bit her lips tightly, a trace of resentment flashed in her eyes, she seemed very reluctant to give Wu Liang a massage, and she didn't want to have any contact with Wu Liang.
Even though she was very reluctant, she had to do it, and she had to do it well, which made Li Nianwei's silver teeth clenched her cherry lips, and her delicate eyebrows almost knit together.
However, at this moment, Li Nianwei's expression was being watched by Wu Liang.
The computer screen in front of Wu Liang, which was turned off, could just reflect Li Nianwei's resentful and unwilling expression.
A sneer appeared on the corner of Wu Liang's mouth, and he thought to himself: "I don't care what your purpose is for approaching me, as long as you play tricks on me, don't blame me for being rude."
After Li Nianwei left, Wu Liang looked at the performance of the prodigal son's bookstore, and frowned deeply.
"This Wang Qiang, the prodigal is still not strong enough. The loss and profit during this period can't be equal at all, and the profit is twice the loss, let alone losing money. This is not an option!"
Just at this moment, the Extreme Shenhao system suddenly sent a command reminder.
【Ding】
[Warning: Recently, the host's prodigal consciousness has become slightly weaker, and his prodigal ability has also weakened.]
[The host must follow the prodigal purpose: prodigal, lose to death]
Wu Liang also realized the seriousness of the problem.
During this period of time, there were not many prodigal tasks, and the company made too much profit, which directly led to more and more money, and nowhere to spend.
"It would be great if it was in Dubai. Renting a floor on the Burj Khalifa is enough for me to lose now."
"Huadu is also fine. It is better than the current provincial capital. Huadu is also a place where every inch of land is expensive. Although one ranks first and the other ranks second among domestic cities, there is still a gap."
Wu Liang had to prepare for the future, the consumption level in the provincial capital could not meet his needs.
For Wu Liang, Huadu is still very unfamiliar, so it is best to get acquainted with it before going there.
Song Qianqian was a little jealous when she hired a new female assistant with fair skin, beautiful skin and long legs.
In the evening, Song Qianqian cooks in Wu Liang's villa and prepares dinner for Wu Liang.
Song Qianqian pouted her small mouth, looking unhappy.
The reason why she was unhappy was of course not just because she was frightened just now, she complained that Wu Liang recruited a temperamental beauty as a female assistant.
"I'm really annoying." Wu Liang chuckled.
"You... Is your new female assistant prettier than me?" Song Qianqian asked with a guilty conscience.
She is relatively simple, and men can easily see what is thinking in her heart, even if she wants to hide it, it is useless.
She worried that Wu Liang would be fascinated by the female assistant and abandon her.
This sense of crisis has always existed, and it only deepened after Li Nianwei appeared.
Obviously, Song Qianqian was jealous.
"Each has its own merits." Wu Liang responded with a smile: "You are the type who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, simple and cute. As for Li Nianwei, I haven't figured it out yet. That woman is not simple!"
"Am I not as good as her? Don't worry, I will work hard and become a big star."
Song Qianqian frowned, with an anxious expression on her face.
In her heart, she was always a little inferior.
Because without Wu Liang, she is still a vase, and she still has a long way to go to become a big anchor.
She was picked up by Wu Liang, and it was because of meeting Wu Liang that her distressed family and life improved.
Not only allowed her to pay off the family's debts, but also made her family and her life carefree.
All this was realized with the help of Wu Liang.
Although she has good quality and has the potential to become a great anchor, it is undeniable that Wu Liang's help has played a big role in her.
In Song Qianqian's heart, he was always grateful.
But at the same time, she always feels that she owes Wu Liang something, which is why she occasionally feels inferior.
"Qianqian, you're thinking too much. I mean, I haven't fully understood Li Nianwei, and I haven't figured out why she approached me."
Wu Liang explained to Song Qianqian.
Li Nianwei did have some doubts, worthy of Wu Liang's suspicion, but it was not that Wu Liang was sensitive.
"Really?" Song Qianqian blinked her big bright eyes and stretched her brows.
She raised her pretty face towards Wu Liang and finally smiled.
When Li Nianwei didn't appear before, Song Qianqian didn't feel a sense of crisis, but now that Li Nianwei appeared, the woman's intuition told Song Qianqian that this would be the number one rival in love.
Although she is innocent, she is not stupid. She understands that a man as proud as Wu Liang cannot fall in love with a single flower.
What I can do now is try my best to keep the man's heart.
Song Qianqian still had a sense of crisis in her heart. She understood that Wu Liang could not stay with her forever. There were so many wild flowers outside, how could a house flower have the fragrance of wild flowers.
The next day, when Wu Liang came to the company, he encountered a lot of trouble.
"Qiangzi, you mean someone hired a navy to attack our bookstore?"
Not long after Wu Liang arrived at the company, Wang Qiang came to find him.
"Chairman, take a look. These are posts on various forums. They are all slanderous and fabricated lies, saying that our book site deducted manuscript fees and the like. They are almost maxed out." Wang Qiang asked Wu Liang to read some of them. Pictures taken from various forums.
Wu Liang glanced quickly, with a look of displeasure.
Wang Qiang had never seen such a worried expression on Wu Liang's face today, and he vaguely felt that this matter was not easy to handle.
"Chairman, don't be sad, we're also hiring sailors to do some public relations to minimize the loss of the bookstore." Wang Qiang comforted.
Wu Liang shook his head.
"Qiangzi, let's not hire sailors, otherwise it will only become more and more popular, and I don't know which blind book site hired sailors to slander our book site, so speechless, the more they slander, the more The popularity has increased the exposure rate of our book site, and it's hard not to think about it!"
Wang Qiang said: "Chairman, those are all negative remarks, which are extremely detrimental to our bookstore, and it's useless to become popular."
"You are wrong. The author has the final say on whether the book site is good or not. The authors of our book site each earn more than [-] yuan a month. As the exposure rate increases, it will only make us more and more popular. At that time, a large number of excellent authors will flood in. The bookstore is getting more and more popular, earning more and more money, this is really the end!"
Wu Liang let out a sigh. The more popular the bookstore became, the more unhappy he became.
Wang Qiang was very puzzled by this, "Chairman, according to what you said, the bookstore is getting more and more popular and earning more money. You should be happy."
However, what Wu Liang said next surprised Wang Qiang!
"If opening a bookstore isn't for prodigal, then what's the point? When I started a company, I just wanted to spend money, to prodigal. Now I'm earning more and more money, but I have nowhere to spend it. It's really a headache!"
Wang Qiang: "..."
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