The Magic Trading System

"Oh!" Can I really? Can you really work for your company? " Alura. Miller couldn't help but be surprised and delighted.    

    

"Of course you can! I'm going to give you a well-paid job. Do you want to take a break or do you want a more challenging job? " Zheng Hao asked with a smile.    

    

"Oh, I want a challenging job." Alura. Miller said.    

    

"Then you will be responsible for the export of trade to Britain and Europe as a whole, how about that? I'll pay you £500 thousand a month, give you a home, and allow you to set up your own team. " Zheng Hao gave his conditions.    

    

"God!"    

    

Alura. Miller covered his small mouth.    

    

She was shocked.    

    

A monthly salary of £500 thousand is a huge sum of money, and sometimes not even the CEO of one of Britain's most prestigious companies.    

    

As for the BBC correspondent in China, if not the head, the annual salary would be about two hundred thousand pounds.    

    

The conditions he promised Zheng Hao were too far off.    

    

"What's wrong?" Zheng Hao asked while stroking her long hair.    

    

Alura wrapped her arms around Zheng Hao's neck and pressed her body tightly against him. She said in a tender voice, "It seems that you've given too much."    

    

"Many?" Zheng Hao laughed.    

    

"Hmm, our country's per capita income is less than 20 thousand pounds, how much do you think that is?" Alura said.    

    

"Haha!" "Don't worry about this, I think you will be a good helper for me. Besides, you are my woman, I just want to give you more pocket money, that's all." Zheng Hao laughed.    

    

"Well, I accept your offer, Zheng. Perhaps I should resign to the BBC today? Right? " Alura asked.    

    

"Well, you can resign today and come back to China with me as my personal secretary. Alura, do you have any relatives you need help with? "It's not a problem either." Zheng Hao said.    

    

"My parents are still at work. They have their own careers, so I don't have to do anything for them for the time being." Alura said.    

    

"Well, then, dear, perhaps we should get up for breakfast." Zheng Hao patted Alura's curvy butt and said.    

    

"Hmm, I really don't want to get up. I just want to stay in your arms forever." Alura whispered.    

    

The two of them still started to get up.    

    

After getting up and washing up, they went to eat breakfast. During dinner, Zheng Hao heard a lot of people talking about the abnormal weather last night: the weather was sunny and clear, and there was actually a huge thunderstorm hitting this area, which was as bright as fireworks.    

    

At a quarter past eight in the morning, Zheng Hao's phone rang.    

    

Zheng Hao answered the phone.    

    

It was Werner. Heisenberg.    

    

"Mr. Zheng, good morning. The car is downstairs. When are you coming out?" Werner. Heisenberg asked.    

    

"I'll be downstairs now. Please wait for a moment." Zheng Hao said.    

    

Yesterday, Zheng Haobiao beat up Werner. Heisenberg was much more obedient now as he didn't dare to act rashly in front of Zheng Hao.    

    

After hanging up, Zheng Hao and Alura left. Miller went down to the outside of the hotel.    

    

I saw it, Werner. Heisenberg was still driving the Mercedes S600 from yesterday, but next to him was a young white man with a few freckles on his face and an arrogant look on his face.    

    

"Hello, Mr. Zheng. Hello, Miss Miller!" Werner. Heisenberg hurried to greet Wu and Gang.    

    

"Hello, Mr. Heisenberg." Zheng Hao also replied with a smile on his face.    

    

"Mr. Zheng, Miss Miller, this is my classmate, his name is Anderson." Bieber, he is a genius in the laboratory and has already made some important achievements. " Werner. Heisenberg introduced Zheng Hao to the white boy beside him.    

    

Zheng Hao looked at Anderson. Bieber, he thought to himself, this kid looks so arrogant.    

    

He was a little bored, so he only nodded his head indifferently and didn't even say hello.    

    

"So you're Zheng Hao, you did a good job on the BBC news yesterday and successfully created some momentum for yourself in the UK. But, what I want to say is, do research with all your heart, don't do those trashy little things to raise your profile, it will only make people look down on you!" Anderson. Bieber looked coldly at Zheng Hao and said.    

    

Zheng Hao was stunned.    

    

F * ck, what did this mean?    

    

Is he mocking me for making false news to raise my profile?    

    

"Mr. Bieber, what do you mean by this? Every piece of news we broadcast on the BBC is very serious. We are the serious big media, not the lace little media! Do you know that what you just said is a possible slander on our BBC news? " Zheng Hao did not say anything. Alura. Miller spoke up unhappily.    

    

"Heh heh!" You're just a piece of trash media that loves to attract attention from the public!? "" " Do you not think that the news you are broadcasting has the same tone as the trash gossip media, when it comes to lifting planes and saving the lives of the entire flight? Like the news you guys broadcast last night, I've already seen dozens if not a hundred! It's just to fool the audience and achieve his unspeakable goal. " Anderson. Wu Junyi said in a tongue-tied manner.    

    

Zheng Hao looked at Anderson. Bieber glanced at them and frowned, saying, "People who talk about trash often turn into a pile of dog shit! I have never seen anything of this world before, yet I still pretended that what I don't know was fake and was just a scam. I have seen many things that you are so self-righteous about. But you people are the saddest. Living in your own world all day long, like a frog in a well, when you look up and only see a small patch of sky, you always feel that the world is as big as an entrance.     

    

Zheng Hao retorted without a trace of politeness.    

    

F * ck, he's always talking about people being trash, suspecting others as if he's that great.    

    

Who do you think you are?    

    

"F * * k!" You, you actually insult my character? Don't think that I don't dare to beat you up! " Anderson. When Bieber heard Liu Tie's words, he immediately became furious and roared.    

    

Zheng Hao laughed.    

    

"I'm really insulting you. Do you have a f * cking character? You piece of shit, don't put that dead face of yours in front of me! Words are meaningless, f * ck off! " Zheng Hao looked at Anderson. Bieber said in a clear voice.    

    

He felt that he needed to make this grandson doubt his life.    

    

"Ah, Bieber, don't argue with Mr. Zheng. He is our department's VIP." Werner. Heisenberg tried to dissuade him.