The Lost Work Fee Is 8 Yuan 3, and the President Will Pay for My Three Children.

I had a fight with my next door neighbor over the printing fee of 8.3 Yuan. He was a cold-blooded director, and I was an actuary. We had a quarrel in the corridor and ended up in the company conference room. He transferred 10 yuan to me and told me not to worry about it. I returned 1 yuan 7 back and said, "The account must be settled." Until we became project partners, Party A's father slapped the table: "Either you two get married and settle this debt, or the project goes bad!" On the day he received the certificate, the screen saver on his mobile phone was still the screenshot of the transfer. Three years later, I pointed to my three children and said, "How do you calculate the interest?" He took out the yellowed "Corridor Convention" and added a line of small words on the last page: "The principal is 8 yuan 3, and the interest will be paid in installments for the rest of my life - three kisses a day, five hugs, plus a lifetime of default on debts." Later, the entire financial circle knew that the cold-faced CEO of Xingyao Technology had three photos in his mobile phone: a transfer record of 8 yuan 3, a marriage certificate, and a family photo of a family of five.