After Divorce, I Inherited the Game's Fortune

"President Ding appreciates you, that's him looking up to you,"

"Ma Wenwen, I gave you the opportunity, it's you who do not cherish it,"

Seeing Ma Wenwen refuse, the man's voice came from the phone again, but this time the voice was noticeably lower, already laced with a hint of threat.

"Thank you, President Sun, but please leave this opportunity for someone else!"

"If there's nothing else, I'll hang up first."

Ma Wenwen always had a clear stance on workplace hidden rules, and after saying her piece, she directly hung up the phone.

After all, it wasn't the first time she had offended this Manager Sun. The worst-case scenario would be quitting. It wasn't as if it was a high-paying golden job, and with Ma Wenwen's work experience and capabilities, it wouldn't be difficult to find a job with a comparable salary.

"Still working this late?"

After his physical abilities had improved, Yang Hao's hearing and eyesight were a bit better than that of an average person. At this moment, he and Ma Wenwen were standing quite close, and he had actually overheard the content of the conversation.

Had it been before the "System" awarded him, he might not have inquired into such matters, since Ma Wenwen had decisively refused, he suspected she must have her own way of dealing with it.

But now the situation was different; Yiren Clothing was Yang Hao's company.

And since Ma Wenwen was an employee at Yiren Clothing, Yang Hao felt he had to step in.

"It's really nothing much."

Ma Wenwen shook her head, not wanting to bring up work matters.

"If you encounter any difficulties at work, just tell me,"

Seeing Ma Wenwen reluctant to talk about it, Yang Hao didn't press further.

"Sure."

"Thank you, Brother-in-law!"

Ma Wenwen politely expressed her gratitude.

Haojue Club.

After hanging up the phone, Sun Mingjun's face was gloomy.

He shook his head disapprovingly at the bald middle-aged man next to him, who looked at him with expectation, and cursed, "That Ma Wenwen really doesn't know how to appreciate favors!"

"President Ding, don't worry, I'll definitely take care of her when we are at work tomorrow!"

At this point, Ding Hui had already drunk quite a bit. He pursed his lips and said, "Why don't you just let her name her price!"

"I don't believe there's a woman in this world who doesn't have a price!"

Sun Mingjun nodded in agreement, "You're right, President Ding. I'll ask her in private tomorrow!"

"Always pretending to be a pure lotus, really damn annoying!"

"Hmm, let me know once you have a price."

"I won't lie to you, I'm really fond of that girl Ma Wenwen!"

After saying that, Ding Hui lifted his glass and clinked it with Sun Mingjun's, then turned to the princess sitting beside him and asked, "Do you have a price?"

"President Ding, I don't understand what you mean,"

The girl wrapped in Ding Hui's arms coyly replied.

"Ten thousand, come out with me tonight!"

Ding Hui patted the girl's tender shoulder.

"Then President Ding will have to wait until I'm off work."

The girl immediately responded with a beaming smile.

Although the income of girls working at Haojue was high, the competition in such a high-end club was also fierce. Without a stable clientele, they could only entertain two or three guests a night, naturally not earning ten thousand.

But President Ding seemed like a sucker at a glance, and going out with him for a night would be about ten minutes of work, so ten thousand was actually a high cost-performance ratio.

Therefore, the girl did not hesitate at all once Ding Hui made an offer.

After all, for these girls working at Shang K, overnight income constituted a large portion of their earnings!

So don't believe those tales of never staying overnight.

If she doesn't go out, there are essentially three possibilities: the first is that the money offered isn't attractive enough, the second is that you're too ugly, and the third is that she only goes out with regular customers.

Once the girl agreed, Ding Hui turned to Zhang Mingjun with a smile and proudly said, "You see, I told you everyone has a price!"

"Heh, I'll have a good talk with Ma Wenwen tomorrow!"

"I'll make sure President Ding gets what he wants!"

Sun Mingjun quickly declared his stance.

Jia Cheng Garden.

This is an old residential complex with a history of twenty years.

It's in an excellent location, right in the heart of Jiangcheng.

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The old neighbors were, as usual, enjoying the cool air and chatting casually downstairs.

At this time, a pink Mercedes-Benz G-class slowly approached, and the cooling crowd immediately turned their attention to it.

"How did such an expensive car come to our building?"

An old man in a khaki plaid shirt was the first to express his amazement.

"Old Li, is this car very expensive?"

A woman fanning herself with a large fan asked curiously.

"This is the Mercedes-Benz G, of course, it's expensive!"

"It's definitely around one or two million at least!"

Someone answered on behalf of the man in the plaid shirt.

"Must be here to visit someone!"

"No, isn't the driver Old Ma?"

As the Mercedes-Benz G-class drew closer, the man in the plaid shirt recognized the driver as Ma Ziliang. His eyes widened in disbelief, with a look of astonishment on his face.

"It is Old Ma!"

"Wow, Old Ma has struck it rich!"

"A pink G-class, this can't be his car, can it?"

The crowd was abuzz with conversation, and the man in the plaid shirt even stood up, as both he and Ma Ziliang were teachers at Jiangcheng No. 9 Middle School and had been colleagues and good friends for many years.

Amidst a mix of wondering and astonished gazes, Ma Ziliang parked his daughter's Mercedes-Benz G-class in a temporary parking spot.

On the way back from Linjiang Garden, Ma Ziliang just couldn't contain his excitement and mentioned to his daughter that he wanted to try the car.

Ma Wenwen naturally had no objections, so she willingly gave up the driver's seat and sat in the passenger's seat.

"Old Ma, what's going on with you?"

"You're now driving a G-class??"

As soon as Ma Ziliang got out of the car, Li Xuemin approached him, examining the rare pink G-class as he asked.

"This is Wenwen's car, I'm just borrowing it for a spin,"