Hmm?
Hearing a voice that sounded familiar, Mo Han turned to look.
"Fu Xuzi?"
The person approaching was his university classmate Fu Xuzi, but back when they were in school, Mo Han rembered her as having a round face and a rather scrawny figure.
Just a few years out of school and her face and figure had changed so much?
"Manager Fu, I’m sorry, I was attending to a custor and I’m on my way," said the intern Xiao Wang, quickly responding before giving Mo Han an apologetic smile.
"Dawdling around!" Fu Xuzi didn’t recognize Mo Han right away. She walked over with her hands on her hips, commanding, "Don’t you have any awareness? Can’t you see all these custors waiting?"
Xiao Wang didn’t dare say a word and hung his head the entire ti.
"Fu Xuzi, long ti no see."
Back in university, Mo Han had a fairly good impression of Fu Xuzi. Like him, she ca from the countryside. Although she was a bit vain, she often took part-ti jobs and was self-reliant, which was way better than Wang ngyao.
"Mo... Class President Mo?" Fu Xuzi smiled, but her expression carried a hint of playfulness.
In their senior year, Mo Han had started a foreign trade company before graduation, achieving a turnover of tens of millions within a year, making him a prominent figure at the school.
Thinking of their classmate relationship, Fu Xuzi went to Mo Han to apply for a job, hoping he would pull so strings for her.
But Mo Han was strictly impartial and didn’t give her any special treatnt, leading to her being eliminated in the first round.
Because of this, Fu Xuzi harbored a grudge against Mo Han for a long ti. When she heard his company went bankrupt, she was so delighted that she spent tens of thousands treating the receptionists to a bar outing that very night.
"Don’t call class president, it’s been so many years," Mo Han said with a wave of his hand, smiling. "But you, I haven’t seen you for years, and now you’re a manager at the Sofitel Hotel, impressive!"
Fu Xuzi lifted her head up and said with a mix of arrogance and coquetry, "Not bad, I guess. Right now, I’m just a small manager at the front desk, with an annual salary of just over three hundred thousand."
"Class President Mo, you used to be the talk of our school. You had a net worth of tens of millions before graduating from college, and now it must be at least in the billions, right?"
Fu Xuzi was in the class group and knew Mo Han’s situation all too well. Her words were purely ant to provoke him.
Sure enough, Mo Han’s brows furrowed. He had a vague feeling that Fu Xuzi harbored so hostility towards him.
"Class President Mo, are you here at the Sofitel Hotel for a al or to stay?" Seeing he didn’t respond, Fu Xuzi continued to ask.
"Neither," Mo Han replied. "I have sothing to discuss with Liao Shishi."
Fu Xuzi sized up Mo Han with a mocking look on her face. "Class President Mo, you can stop pretending now. If you keep it up, it won’t be funny anymore."
"What kind of big shot like General Manager Liao would see soone poor like you?"
"Do you still think you’re the sa wealthy Mo from before?"
The smile faded from Mo Han’s face. "Fu Xuzi, what are you getting at?"
"What am I getting at?" Fu Xuzi crossed her arms and looked down her nose at him with disdain. "Just look at what you’re wearing. Are your clothes even worth two hundred yuan in total?"
"With your poor look, you want to see General Manager Liao?"
"I’m telling you, you won’t be able to et her in this lifeti!"
Mo Han’s expression turned cold, and he said unhappily, "Fu Xuzi, aren’t you going a bit too far? Even if we’re old classmates and you don’t want to help get in touch with Liao Shishi, isn’t it a bit much to humiliate like this?"
"Too far?" Fu Xuzi sneered. "That’s nothing compared to what you did, Class President!"
"In our senior year, I just wanted to be a manager at your company, but you were so ruthless, eliminating in the first round, causing to be a laughingstock for over half a year!"
"Heh, how the tables have turned. You never expected to end up like this, did you?"
Even a clay figure has so anger, and Mo Han was no exception.
Fu Xuzi had crossed the line this ti!
Mo Han fished out his phone from his pocket, found Liao Shishi’s number sent by Ling Yuzhu, and dialed it right away.
"Hello, who is it?"
A gentle yet sowhat indifferent voice ca from the phone.
Mo Han said calmly, "Is this Liao Shishi? My surna is Mo. I’m in the Sofitel lobby. Co down in three minutes or write your resignation letter if you’re not here in three."
The woman on the phone suddenly beca flustered, "What, are you really Mr. Mo?"
"Two minutes fifty seconds!"
Click!
The call ended, and Mo Han looked at Fu Xuzi without a word, his face cold.
He had originally thought that considering they were old classmates, he might help promote her, but now it seed unnecessary.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Fu Xuzi crossed her arms and scoffed coldly, "You’re getting all worked up just because I called you fat."
"Who do you think you are to demand General Manager Liao to co down personally?"
"Even our platinum mbers at the Sofitel wouldn’t dare to speak to General Manager Liao that way!"
"Mo Han, you are now just a bankrupt pauper, relying on your family to feed you!"
"I rember you married the school belle Luo Ning. Tsk, tsk, tsk, with Luo Ning’s beauty and your current plight, she might be having an affair."
"Oh right, wasn’t your daughter recently diagnosed with leukemia and in urgent need of money? Do you want to donate so? Will one yuan be enough?"
Seeing no response from him, Fu Xuzi pretended to be understanding, "It seems I was overthinking. With Luo Ning’s looks, she could easily find a rich man outside. Just spread her legs and the money is hers."
"I just don’t know how many n she’s been with. Class President Mo, that green hat on your head..."
Smack!
Without hesitation, Mo Han slapped her across the face.
There are limits to what one can endure.
You can insult , but if you dare insult Ning’er, you’re asking for death!
"Fuck your mother! Dare to hit ? You’re fucking looking for death!"
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