"Boss, have I completed all my tasks?"
The young accountant came back to report to Chen Yiyang.
"You've gotten a tan." Chen Yiyang observed the young accountant's skin tone.
The face was noticeably darker.
"Yeah, can this be considered a work injury, boss?" The young accountant suggested with a grin.
"Of course, how could it not be? I'm a good boss." Chen Yiyang waved his hand grandly, "Go buy yourself two bars of soap from the supermarket, and I'll reimburse you."
"Boss, how did you get a girlfriend? Don't you know about whitening serums, moisturizers, and face masks?"
"I know, but soap is cheap, right?"
"Goodbye." The young accountant waved and was about to leave.
"Wait, don't go. Have dinner with Natasha tonight to thank them. Our store officially opens tomorrow, and you need to be there to show your face."
Although Natasha was paid for her work,
out of courtesy, Chen Yiyang still decided to treat her and that Russian guy to a meal.
