All night, Jian Mo didn't sleep well, and the design drawings were even less in a mood... Whether it was her mother's illness or Jian Heng's threat, they kept tearing her apart with the two hands that pulled her nerves.

"Tsk tsk, Sister Mo... Are you trying your best to design the drawing?" Xiang Wan shook her head as she looked at the dark circles on Jian Mo's eyes.

Jian Mo pulled the corner of her mouth, but there was no explanation.

"Momo," Mo Xiaoya walked over and asked with concern, "How is the painting?"

Jian Mo shook her head, rubbed her temples and said, "I don't have a clue yet!"

Mo Xiaoya frowned, "There are three days left..." She sighed softly, "Do your best!"

Jian Mo nodded with a tugging corner of her mouth, then looked at the time, "I'll go find Mr. Yu..."

Mo Xiaoya nodded, and watched Jian Mo drag her tired body away, and couldn't help but murmur: "What's wrong with Momo these days?"

"I guess the pressure to accept the project is too great..." Xiang Wan curled his lips, "Oh, the Emperor Club is related to Mr. Yu recommends Sister Mo to go to ucl."

Jian Mo looked for Yu Ziyun. He was making coffee. When he saw her coming, he also cooked a cup for her.

"Do you have an idea for the design?" Yu Ziyun asked.

Jian Mo pursed her lower lip, "Mr. Yu, I'm not here to find you for design..." She clenched her hands while she was talking.

"Hmm?" Yu Ziyun exclaimed lightly, rubbed the mustache on his chin and looked at Jian Mo in confusion.

Jian Mo lowered her eyes, clenched her hand that had just been released again, and then gritted her teeth and said, "Mr. Yu, I want to advance the salary..." She couldn't continue to get money with Gu Beichen. Now, this is the only way she can think of.

Yu Ziyun was a little surprised, "How much?" he asked.

Jian Mo bit her lower lip, obviously a little difficult to speak. After enduring for a while, she lowered her eyes and said heavily: "One million..."

Jing, when Jian Mo said this, the whole office was surprisingly quiet.

"Jian Mo, do you know how much money you can get in Xiangyu a year?" Yu Ziyun asked.

Jian Mo raised his eyes, "If the design draft is well produced, the basic salary plus bonus and dividends will not exceed 200,000..."

"That means you should not eat or drink and get a salary of five or six years in advance?"

Jian Mo lowered her eyes, mocking herself enough to the corner of her mouth, feeling that she was also a tough guy.

Yu Ziyun saw that Jian Mo's self-esteem had begun to collapse and said slowly: "I don't ask about the purpose of this money... I can also advance it for you!"

Jian Mo was a little surprised and suddenly looked up at Yu Ziyun.

"However, there is no free lunch in this world..." Yu Ziyun looked like he was doing business, "I value you, and I hope you can go to UCL for further studies... But Jian Mo, I have the conditions."

Jian Mo didn't ask, just looked at Yu Ziyun.

"I want you to sign a long-term labor contract with the company..." Yu Ziyun picked up the coffee cup, cushioned Jian Mo for a while before saying, "The money you want to pay has exceeded the scope of your current contract cycle. I want you to add ten years of labor relations to the current contract with the company."

Jian Mo widened his eyes slightly. For their designers, the older they are, the greater their value, so they rarely sign contracts with a company for more than three years.

Originally, because of her mother's illness, she had made an exception with Xiangyu for five years, and now she still has three and a half years. If she adds ten years...

"If you think it's OK, I will ask you to sign the contract, and I will prepare the check for you." Yu Ziyun put down the coffee cup and said.

Jian Mo clenched his hands tightly, and his nails were embedded in his palms and he didn't know how painful it was...

"You can consider it," Yu Ziyun shrugged, "Of course, depending on your future value, the company will also increase its salary and commissions in terms of relative increase, and this matter will not affect your own value."

Jian Mo took a secret breath, "No need to think about it..." She bit her gums secretly, "I'll sign!"

Yu Ziyun didn't expect Jian Mo to agree so readily, but it was a good thing for him. Jian Mo's design has its own unique style. As long as he has more craftsmanship, he will definitely become a prominent star in the architectural design industry in the future.

Holding a check of one million, Jian Mo stood in the alley, listening to the noisy sound of cars coming and going on the road not far away, and sadness gradually slipped through his eyes.

What exactly does she want to maintain?

It was already dirty and it was the first time I knew that if I gave the money to Jian Heng this time, it would be a bottomless pit... But she still couldn't face the incident that night.

She had no way of unimagining that night, if the filth of that night was exposed to Gu Beichen, or even Su Junli... how she would deal with herself in the future.

Perhaps, this is already her ridiculous last dignity.

The sound of rapid footsteps came from the alley, and Jian Mo turned his head and looked at the sound... Jian Heng walked over with big strides in wide-legged pants and sweatshirt, and a baseball cap.

"Where is the money?" Jian Heng asked at the beginning.

Although he hid it well, Jian Mo still saw the scars on his neck. She didn't ask, nor was she in the mood to ask...

Jian Heng looked at Jian Mo with scarlet eyes and snatched the check, "Sure enough, it's easy for you to get a million now... It seems that Gu Beichen is really good to you."

Jian Mo looked at this brother who would carry her home in disappointment when he was a child, saying that he would protect her lifelong brother. "Jian Heng, this is the advance salary I earned from ten years of work selling contract..." She gritted her teeth, "I have nothing to do with Gu Beichen!"

"It doesn't matter, are you afraid that I will tell him what happened two years ago? Then I got the money so quickly?" Jian Heng sneered coldly, putting the check in his pocket and said, "Xiao Mo, who believes you have nothing to do with Gu Beichen?"

"Jian Heng, don't threaten me with your harm to me..." Jian Mo was trembling all over, "If you still have a little conscience!" She gritted her teeth and squeezed out her teeth word by word, "From now on, you are not my brother, and I have nothing to do with you."

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone unless I have to." After saying that, Jian Heng curled his lips, looked at Jian Mo's gaze and turned around and left.

Jian Mo dragged her body that was heavy and seemed to be filled with lead and returned to Runze Garden. She was powerless and pressed the password lock as if she had been evacuated... The empty room was opened at the moment of opening the door, and the lights were on under all the preset programs.

Jian Mo leaned against the door and did not move for a long time...

I don’t know how long it took to get up with her tired body and walk in step by step...

Suddenly, she stopped, looked at the messy design drawings on the dining table, and walked over.

There are three days left to compare the draft, but she is still here to feel sad about spring and autumn for the lost things...

Jian Mo sat down mechanically, took out a new drawing paper, and took a pen... Looking at the huge club frame picture on the computer screen, his eyes fell on the 18th floor.

18…

Jian Mo looked at the number gradually becoming ecstatic, and suddenly, the corner of his mouth smiled and inspiration suddenly slipped through his mind...but, such inspiration was filled with despair under sadness.
Chapter completed!