I've been reborn, but you still think I'm a PUA?

Zhang Laosan stood up with his lunch box and looked at the photo.

"How long ago was this photo taken?"

Upon hearing this, the reporter asked, "You mean the photo is real, right? Then is the money your boss gave you your salary?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure this money is salary?" the reporter asked again, and the photographer behind him focused the camera on Zhang Laosan's face.

"How can I lie to you?"

The reporter pulled out a photo of Xu Haixing from his pocket, showed it to the camera, and asked, "Do you know this person?"

Zhang Laosan nodded. "I recognize him. He came to visit the construction site last time with a bunch of leaders, as well as some reporters like you."

"Yes, the person in the photo is called Xu Haixing. He's not only the developer of this construction site, but also a prominent entrepreneur in Jianghai City. Your salaries are paid by this person. If this person were standing in front of you, what would you say to him?"

Zhang Laosan suddenly became angry and pointed at the camera: "You are our boss? It's been three months, why haven't you paid us yet?"

Hearing this, the reporter sensed something and asked hurriedly:

"You haven't received your salary for three months?"

"Otherwise, if they don't give me money, I'll be running out of money to pay my child's tuition. This Boss Xu... Boss Xu doesn't want to delay our wages!"

The person behind the reporter was holding a notebook and a pen and was writing something quickly.

In addition to using cash to settle wages to evade taxes, Xu Haixing has now even gone so far as to withhold workers' wages?

It’s really a deteriorating world and people’s hearts are not as old as they used to be!

"Have you asked your supervisor why they didn't pay you?"

"Of course I asked, but the boss just ignored us and always said it would be settled at the end of the month..."

The reporter asked a few more questions and interviewed for about half an hour before leaving.

After they left, Zhang Laosan lost his appetite. He put down his lunch box and went into the office. He looked for a man wearing glasses and said, "Accountant Wang, you are amazing. There are actually outsiders who come to me to ask about salary payment!"

"Then how did you answer?"

"I answered just as you said!" Zhang Laosan wiped his sweat and asked in confusion, "But our salaries are clearly paid every month. Why did you ask me to lie?"

Accountant Wang breathed a sigh of relief: "This is hard to explain, but you did a great job."

"What should I say next time someone comes?"

"Wait, I'll call and ask."

……

In the afternoon, Li Chi was taking care of Nara in the hospital, and Xu Yang took time to return to the studio.

As soon as I stepped into the studio, I smelled the sweet fragrance of fruit.

The girl at the front desk greeted him immediately when she saw him coming: "Boss, you're here. Try this jelly orange. It's so sweet!"

As she spoke, she handed over the orange on the plate.

Xu Yang tasted a petal, and the sweet taste reminded him of the day when he bought fruit from Li Jiahao's grandmother at the vegetable market.

"It tastes good, but when did the company's afternoon tea change from milk tea and cake to fruit?"

The receptionist was startled when she heard this and asked in surprise, "Didn't you buy this fruit and send it to the company?"

“When did I buy fruit?”

Xu Yang was also surprised. How come he didn't know about this?

Just at this moment, Xiao Liang, the assistant who had brought up the fruit from downstairs, walked out of the elevator and said, "Boss, you're here!"

"You came at the perfect time! Li Jiahao is here again. He sent these fruits and even thanked the boss!"

Xu Yang finally understood what was going on and said, "You can't ask others to do this kind of thing. Tell him I'm here."

If Li Jiahao still had a conscience, he should come up and thank him in person.

However, it was not only Li Jiahao who came, but also his grandmother.

"The boss is inside, come in." Xiao Liang pushed open the door and said.

"thank you."

Li Jiahao walked into the office with the same expression as his grandmother beside him, reserved and cautious. When he looked up and saw Xu Yang sitting at the desk, he immediately lowered his head.

"Mr. Xu, I'm here to thank you. Thank you for letting me know that I'm not mentally ill and for exposing Wang Beibei's hypocrisy."

His hands clenched into fists at his sides, and he didn't know what else to say except a dry thank you.

Then, Xu Yang took out a few banknotes from the drawer and placed them in the corner of the desk, where Li Jiahao could reach them.

"Here's the money for your fruit. Take it."

The red banknotes were within reach, but Li Jiahao had no desire to take them.

At this time, the old lady reached out and pushed the money back: "Boss, these fruits are our little token of appreciation. You have helped Jiahao so much, we can't take your money."

Although grandma is old, she can still figure out many things.

After sending Wang Beibei to the police station, she thought calmly and realized that Tang Jun, who sent the recording and forged medical records as evidence, had prepared everything before coming. As Jiahao's grandmother, she only needed to go to the police station to report the case, and there would be no suspense about the matter.

Li Jiahao was not stupid either. When he heard Xu Yang's voice in the recording, he knew that it was Xu Yang who was helping him.

After all, the first time he answered Xu Yang's call, he told him that he was impressed by his talent.

But there is still a question. According to Wang Beibei's words, how did Xu Yang know that Sunny Day was created by him?

Xu Yang glanced at them and said, "Keep it and don't come here again."

Hearing this, Li Jiahao looked up, a look of uneasiness in his eyes.

What does "don't come" mean? Xu Yang doesn't want to sign him anymore?

Grandma didn't think too much about it. She still had a smile on her wrinkled face: "Forget about the money. If the boss likes the fruit at home, I will send it to him every month. I'll leave it to the boss to take care of our Jiahao."

"Grandma, you misunderstood." Xu Yang said seriously, "I'm not Li Jiahao's boss, and I won't be in the future. I won't take this fruit for nothing. I'll give it to someone who is willing to sign a contract with Li Jiahao."

Grandma's face froze. She had long known from her grandson that Xu Yang appreciated his talent.

Then Xu Yang must have signed a contract with his grandson, otherwise he would not have spent so much effort to expose Wang Beibei's hypocrisy and deception.

But why don’t you sign it now?

"why?"

Li Jiahao stood there at a loss, "Didn't you say in the recording that I have talent? I'm not mentally ill. I will definitely bring you commercial value."

Xu Yang spread his hands: "How do you prove that you are valuable?"

If Li Jiahao couldn't write songs, Xu Yang wouldn't think highly of him at all.

Talent is not something that comes suddenly; it has always been in Li Jiahao. However, over the years, Li Jiahao has only written two songs, and they were written under the coaxing of a woman named Wang Beibei.

What does this mean?

It shows that he has no future and no ambition.

Anyone who has a little bit of ambition will strive to prove himself and pave a bright path for himself.

But in fact, Li Jiahao worked as a resident singer in the bar for several years, but he didn't make any name for himself.

If Wang Beibei hadn't discovered him by chance, he might never have been known to anyone in his entire life.