Don't be scared of piss and silly.

He reached out and gently strode Tian Wenlin's upper and chin, and another bottle of water was added to his hand:

"Drink some water and calm down."

Tian Wenlin looked at the bottled water in Su Mu's hand in horror, and his legs became weak and he collapsed on the bed.

There is such a ghost.

How did this water come from?

Tian Wenlin was really stunned.

It took him a long time to look at Su Mu in horror, tremblingly trying to twist the bottle, but found that his hands were weak.

Su Mu was so amused that he helped him unscrew the water and said:

"Brother Tian, ​​don't be afraid, I just show my strength to reassure you. In the future, if you become the president, you will definitely have a bright future. I really need someone like you to help me... How can I say it?

A mascot."

Tian Wenlin…!

I'm fucking!

Why do you suddenly feel so lost?

A talent that suddenly fails to seek becomes a mascot?

He gudong Gudong took a few sips of water, looked like a broken jar, and looked at Su Mu and said:

"Give me a few days, I need to think about it, how?"

Su Mu looked at him and said happily:

"Don't think that the mascot is humiliating you, Brother Tian, ​​believe me, if you agree, you will hand over 10 billion yuan of funds to you immediately. Except for the name and share allocation of the company, you have the final say in everything else. I

It will be written into your employment contract, and you are in a lifetime system, with an annual salary of 50 million, plus one percent of the original equity."

Tian Wenlin felt dizzy again.

This money is really enough.

He smiled bitterly:

"Mr. Mr. Mu, who can't find anyone you can find in 50 million Chinese coins and one percent of the original equity? I need a paparazzi like me?"

Su Mu smiled mysteriously and shook his head slowly:

"My statement above is not Chinese currency, but... US dollars."

Tian Wenlin is eaten by thunder.

One hundred billion US dollars of start-up capital?

Annual salary of 50 million US dollars?

What I'm fucking...!

Boss, you said it earlier.

I'm still hesitating.

Even if I am a mascot, a white glove, or a scapegoat, I am willing to do so.

There was a gurgling sound in the room.

That was Tian Wenlin swallowing.

Then he looked at Su Mu and asked:

"I promise now, will it... seem to be very bottomless?"

Su Mu smiled and shook his head.

He asked again:

"Certainly I can decide everything?"

Su Mu nodded.

He asked again:

"My studio guy, I can...!"

Su Mu waved his hand:

"Not to mention humans, you can pay them a salary for turtles and cockroaches, I have a license."

Tian Wenlin…!

Give me a feather fan.

I want to shake it twice.

The atmosphere has come to this point, and if you don’t shake it twice, you will feel disrespectful to your lord.
Chapter completed!