At the negotiation table, Song Yu, a big boss in Beijing circles, tore up my contract and pointed at me who was delivering the documents: "You can lower the price, she, marry me."
My dad was dumbfounded: "No... I wonder which young master Mr. Song is referring to?" The boss raised his eyebrows: "It's not the young master, it's me." Me: "???" Help, he is older than my dad! Turning around, I became the biggest joke in Beijing circles and a thorn in the side of three "big boys". The young men who were old enough to be my brothers challenged me in person: "Mom, the food of the Song family is not good to eat." I grabbed their dividends with my backhand and said with a bright smile: "Be good, mom will teach you how to be a good person." Until one day, Song Yun cornered me in a corner, with a deep look in his eyes: "I heard that you go around telling people that I am old?" I (trembling but speaking hard): "... Husband, listen to my explanation!"
