"But you can't just ask for such a high amount all at once, right?"
"I'm just showing my true intentions. Whether you give it or not is up to you. Besides, what if the CEO really gets dazzled and approves it without seeing clearly?" Hao Jian said, winking at Xiao Qiang.
"Impossible, unless the chairman has a brain aneurysm!" Xiao Qiang said decisively.
"Your chairman must have really had one, otherwise, she wouldn't be so desperately begging me to marry her." Hao Jian muttered under his breath.
"What did you say?"
"Ah, nothing." Hao Jian hurriedly shook his head, then urged, "Minister Xiao, hurry up, will you? I'm busy here."
Xiao Qiang glared at Hao Jian irritably, then crossed out a string of zeros behind the number and said:
"The company, well, it's impossible to give you the high salary you're asking for. Five thousand is the most, and not a yuan more."
"Ah, that little?"