Zhao Qingheng's question was not an easy one to answer.
"Think about it yourself," Su Nanzhi didn't directly answer his question, "do you want to hire me or not?"
"Yes," Zhao Qingheng's response was much more certain this time, "but if you want to make money from me, you have to convince me of your abilities, right?"
This was simple.
Su Nanzhi placed her hand on Zhao Qingheng's temple.
"Your efficiency in solving problems has also been pretty low lately," Su Nanzhi clicked her tongue, "with that brain of yours, you'd be eliminated in the first round of the competition."
Zhao Qingheng: "???"
If you're going to talk properly, talk properly, why the personal attack all of a sudden?
