Gu Yikun moved his gaze from the document and looked at the woman standing in front of him with an indignant expression. He said in a cheerful tone, "So?"
"Don't you think you're giving me too much work?"
He took another sip of coffee and said, "Not really."
An Junxi was fuming inside; these capitalist pigs!
An Junxi mumbled, "The workload has gone up, but the salary hasn't."
Gu Yikun, who rarely showed any expression, suddenly looked enlightened. "Oh, is that it? How much do you want to increase it by?"
An Junxi didn't expect him to be so easy to talk to. She sat down, eyes shining with money signs, "Any amount is fine?"
Recently, she had her eyes on a small apartment. She was originally planning to think about buying a house in two years, but she really liked this place. Besides, what if house prices went up even more in two years? When would she ever be able to live in her own home?
