"Xiaoli, how about you come work with me in the future? I'll make you the vice president of our company," Li Qingcheng said, holding her hand.
Chen Xiaoli gave an embarrassed smile.
Li Qingcheng had transferred schools when she was in junior high, and Chen Xiaoli didn't know much about her family.
She knew even less about Li Qingcheng's future endeavors.
She had thought Li Qingcheng was merely running a small cosmetics company in Jianghai, like a studio of some sort.
Compared with being a so-called vice president with no real prospects in a small city, she preferred to stay in a place like the Magic Capital and work as a bank employee.
At least that job was secure, even though the steady salary made it hard to afford a house in the Magic Capital.
But it still seemed better than taking the risk of starting a business in a small city.
With these thoughts, she tactfully declined.
