All the Credit Goes to Bai Yueguang. Why Are You Panicking If I Withdraw from the Project?

After five years expired, Shen Lang threw the cleaning job transfer contract into the trash can, unplugged his private underlying USB flash drive, and politely left work. The wife held Bai Yueguang's arm on the stage and sneered: "Without the Su family, you won't even be able to eat." Shen Lang got on the bulletproof car back to the national base, hiding his merits and fame. An hour later, all the servers in my wife's company lit up with a dead red screen; Three hours later, Bai Yueguang was caught selling fake papers, and his brother-in-law's 50 million gambling debt was stuffed into the trash can by the underworld; Five hours later, twelve banks jointly called for collection, and the market value of 100 billion was cleared and delisted! In the rain, his ex-wife knelt down outside the gate of the national base and patted the car window: "Shen Lang, can you check in when you come back? I'll give you 100 million!" Shen Lang rolled up the bulletproof car window: "Sorry, it's time to get off work and I don't work overtime."