Sun Dasheng smiled and gently held her hand to comfort her: "As long as you want, I’ll help you solve it."
"That’s great." Liu Yifei leapt forward and left several lipstick marks on his face.
"Mu ah mu ah... Thank you. I’ve been scolded countless tis because of this nationality issue."
As she spoke, her eyes turned a bit red.
Sun Dasheng looked at her and thought she was really a silly kid.
Probably deceived by her mom and relatives for a long ti.
Because a Chinese citizen whose nationality was changed passively in childhood can restore it once they are an adult, and it’s not very difficult.
At least much easier than for others.
Just need to et these three conditions:
First: A foreign-born Chinese or soone of Chinese descent who once held Chinese nationality.
Second: Have legitimate reasons, such as for work reasons, have close Chinese relatives (close relatives refer only to spouses, parents, children, or siblings).
Third: Have certain economic ans and housing conditions.
These three points are almost easy for a big star.
However, restoring Chinese nationality ans automatically losing Arica’s nationality; this is probably why her mom didn’t want to change her nationality.
Making money dostically and spending it in Arica, right?
Moreover, if sothing happens dostically, she can escape there, which ans leaving her an escape route.
Her mom’s approach can’t be said to be entirely wrong.
At least her initial intention was considering for her daughter.
Just never thought about her daughter’s own ideas.
The nationality issue can be easily handled, of course referring to the case of Liu Yifei.
For those who changed their nationality after becoming adults, it’s a different matter, and that would be troubleso, but still doable, even very troubleso.
The process has countless steps, not just anyone can handle it.
No matter who tries, it’s the sa.
Mainly involves too many different departnts.
Unless you can settle everything at once, it’s just a ti-consuming and laborious task.
Knowing she can change her nationality back, Liu Yifei happily went to attend events.
The reason she’s so eager to regain her nationality is due to so policy changes around New Year two years ago.
Various awards are no longer evaluated for foreign artists.
That Golden Eagle Goddess nomination, and then being disqualified, deeply hurt her.
Of course, now her career is mostly dostically, no splash outside, emotionally and logically, she has motives to regain her nationality.
...
After hanging out in old houses on the Bund for a few days, Liu Yifei finished her events and prepared to return to the Capital.
Sun Dasheng personally escorted her to the airport.
Afterward, he returned to the office.
The secretary noticed the missing boss had returned and joyfully ca to claim credit: "Director Sun, look, these are the docunts that need your signature during your absence. I’ve sorted them for you."
"Alright, put them on the table, I’ll call you when I’m done." Sun Dasheng hadn’t ward his seat before he had to start working.
Seeing Secretary Huang Han not moving, he wondered and asked: "What’s up? Anything else?"
With a smile, the secretary walked over, took off her coat and dress, revealing sexy one-piece stockings underneath.
"Director Sun, does this look good on ?"
Sun Dasheng tensed up, "Looks pretty good. If there’s nothing else, please step out."
Huang Han’s face dimd; the carefully selected alluring outfit from online didn’t attract him?
"Director Sun, then I’ll be leaving."
Seeing the secretary’s disappointed look, Sun Dasheng suddenly felt a bit soft-hearted.
Sigh, if I’m not going to hell, who is?
"Wait a mont!"
"Director Sun, anything else?" the secretary said with red eyes.
In her view, the other person was no longer interested in her.
She felt like an overused toy, tossed aside with no value.
Sun Dasheng beckoned her over, "How old are you, still crying? Co over."
"Ah?" The secretary froze, a bit at a loss.
The swift change from the other side caught her off guard, her brain almost couldn’t process fast enough.
"That outfit looked really nice, co let take a closer look."
With Sun Dasheng’s words, she finally grasped his aning.
She imdiately went from crying to laughing, beaming with joy, removed her coat again, walked to Sun Dasheng’s side, and said in a seductive voice: "Director Sun, why don’t you try the quality, I bought it online, not sure if I got cheated."
"Oh? Then I have to thoroughly check." Sun Dasheng said as he snatched her delicate waist, pulled her into his arms, and laid his hand on the smooth, comfortable stockings.
"Hmm, feels good, indicates decent quality, you weren’t cheated."
"How much did it cost?"
"I think it was 998, but I’m not quite sure," the little secretary said.
"Hmm, that price isn’t too expensive," Sun Dasheng gave a fair assessnt.
"Isn’t that expensive? It’s disposable, you know, after wearing it once, you can’t wear it again," the little secretary explained.
"Why? The quality feels quite good," Sun Dasheng asked with so surprise.
The little secretary leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Because once it’s worn, you’ll tear it apart."
Oh?
That’s interesting.
"Then I should give it a try."
Rip!~
A ga of competition is about to begin.
.....
"It really isn’t tear-resistant, it broke so easily," Sun Dasheng said regretfully, holding the fragnts.
And the little secretary he had worn out lay on the sofa.
He walked over and gently stroked her hair, "If you’re tired, just rest here a bit longer."
"Hmm."
"By the way, you probably spent all the pocket money I gave you earlier, right?" Sun Dasheng slapped his head, realizing it’s really not easy to rember this woman who doesn’t occupy his thoughts much.
He only thought of her when he returned to the company, giving her so pocket money, with no fixed timing or amount.
It mainly depended on his mood at the ti.
If he’s in a good mood, he naturally gives more; if he’s in a bad mood, he gives less.
Of course, not giving any is not an option.
The canary kept at ho still needs to be fed well, otherwise, the canary would fly away from ho.
After all, he doesn’t know any spells,
to cast on every woman,
to make them devoted to him,
that would be impossible.
"No need, I haven’t spent all you gave last ti," the little secretary declined verbally, but her actions on her phone betrayed her.
Dingdong!~
A transfer ssage sounded.
She picked up her phone and silently counted in her mind, ten hundred thousand ten thousand hundred thousand million...
Wow!
This ti he actually gave ten million.
This has never happened before.
In the past, the most the boss gave her as pocket money was a million, the least was a hundred thousand.
It wasn’t as much as those little petty ones in the secretary’s office speculated, but it wasn’t little either.
Just for eating and drinking, it was plenty for indulgence.
But she wanted to buy a house in Shanghai City, of course, she wasn’t lacking a place to live, Sun Dasheng had given her a house to live in, but for that house, she only had usage rights, not ownership in her na.
She wanted a house with her own na on it.
A place to bring her parents from the countryside to enjoy life in the big city.
Now she could finally fulfill her wish.
She couldn’t help but tear up a little.
Feeling grateful for her choice, otherwise, how long would it take to earn her first ten million by herself?
Ten years or a hundred years?
Maybe it would never happen in a lifeti?
"What are you thinking about?" A voice unexpectedly pulled her back to reality.
"Uh...um..."
"Stamring, is there sothing you’re hiding from ?" Sun Dasheng’s mood instantly turned sour.
"No, not at all," Huang Han nervously waved her hand, then she told him the whole truth.
Then she nervously waited for the judgnt to co.
Instead of a judgnt, she found herself in his warm embrace.
"Silly, why didn’t you tell sothing like this?"
"Ah? I was afraid of bothering you," Huang Han said with so panic.
"What do you an bothering ? Really, later I’ll have soone transfer the property rights of the house you’re living in to your na, rember to handle it,"
Sun Dasheng waved his hand grandly, handing over a house just like that.
"Mwah, thank you!" Huang Han said emotionally, hugging his head.
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