Chapter 128 Signing a "Selling Contract" For Money

Jian Mo didn't sleep well all night, and she was even less in the mood to draw the design... Whether it was her mother's illness or Jian Heng's threat, the two hands pulling on her nerves kept tearing her apart.

"Tsk, tsk, Sister Mo...are you working hard for the design?" Xiang Wan looked at the dark circles on Jian Mo's eyes and shook her head.

Jian Mo twitched the corner of his mouth but did not explain.

"Momo," Mo Xiaoya came over and asked with concern, "How is the painting going?"

Jian Mo shook her head, rubbed her temples and said, "I don't have a clue yet!"

Mo Xiaoya frowned, "There are still three days left..." She sighed softly, "Do your best!"

Jian Mo nodded twitchingly, then looked at the time, "I'll go find Mr. Yu..."

Mo Xiaoya nodded, watching Jian Mo dragging her tired body away, she couldn't help but murmured: "Is there something wrong with Momo these days?"

"I guess the pressure on the projects I took on was too great..." Xiang Wan curled her lips, "Oh, after all, Emperor Club is related to Mr. Yu recommending Sister Mo to UCL."

Jian Mo found Yu Ziyun, who was making coffee. When he saw her coming, he also made her a cup.

"Have you got any ideas for the design?" Yu Ziyun asked.

Jian Mo pursed her lower lip and said, "Mr. Yu, I didn't come to you for some design..." As she spoke, she clenched her hands.

"Huh?" Yu Ziyun let out a light sigh, rubbed the mustache on his chin and looked at Jian Mo in confusion.

Jian Mo lowered her eyes, clenched her hand that she had just let go, and then gritted her teeth and said, "Mr. Yu, I want to advance my salary..." She could not continue to take money from Gu Beichen. Now, this was the only way she could think of.

Yu Ziyun was a little surprised, "How much?" he asked anyway.

Jian Mo bit her lower lip, obviously finding it difficult to speak. After enduring it for a while, she lowered her eyes and said seriously: "One million..."

Quiet, when Jian Mo said this, the whole office was eerily quiet.

"Jian Mo, do you know how much money you can make in Xiangyu a year?" Yu Ziyun asked.

Jian Mo raised her eyes, "If the design draft is good, the basic salary plus bonuses and dividends will not exceed 200,000..."

"Does that mean you have to take five or six years' salary in advance without food or drink?"

Jian Mo lowered her eyes and laughed at herself, feeling that she was also making things difficult for others.

Yu Ziyun saw that Jian Mo's self-esteem had begun to collapse, and said slowly: "I don't ask you what the money is used for... I can also give you an advance!"

Jian Mo was a little surprised and suddenly looked up at Yu Ziyun.

"However, there is no free lunch in this world..." Yu Ziyun looked businesslike, "I value you, and I hope you can go to UCL for further studies... But, Jian Mo, I have conditions."

Jian Mo didn't ask, just looked at Yu Ziyun.

"I want you to sign a long-term labor contract with the company..." Yu Ziyun picked up the coffee cup and gave Jian Mo a sip of coffee before saying, "The money you want to advance has exceeded your current contract period. According to the scope, I want you to add ten years of labor relationship to the current contract period with the company.”

Jian Mo's eyes widened slightly. For designers, the longer the experience, the greater the value. Therefore, they rarely sign a contract with a company for more than three years.

Originally, because of her mother's illness, she had signed an exception with Xiangyu for five years. Now there are still three and a half years left. If ten years are added...

"If you think it's okay, I'll prepare the contract for you to sign, and I'll also prepare the check for you." Yu Ziyun put down the coffee cup and said.

Jian Mo clenched her hands tightly, her nails digging into her palms but she didn't know the pain...

"You can think about it," Yu Ziyun shrugged, "Of course, based on your future value, the company will also increase your salary and commission relatively, and your own value will not be affected because of this matter."

Jian Mo secretly took a breath, "Don't think about it..." She bit her gum secretly, "I'll sign!"

Yu Ziyun didn't expect Jian Mo to agree so readily, but for him, it was a good thing. Jian Mo's design has its own unique style. As long as she works on it more, she will definitely become a bright star in the architectural design world in the future.

Holding a check for one million, Jian Mo stood in the alley, listening to the noisy sounds of cars passing by on the road not far away, and sadness gradually slipped through her eyes.

What is she trying to protect?

She had obviously thrown away the first time in a dirty way, and she knew that if she gave the money to Jian Heng this time, it would be a bottomless pit... But she still couldn't face what happened that night.

She couldn't imagine how she would deal with herself in the future if the filthiness of that night was exposed in front of Gu Beichen, or even Su Junli...

Perhaps, this was her ridiculous last bit of dignity.

The sound of rapid footsteps came from the alley, and Jian Mo turned her head to look where the sound came from... She saw Jian Heng striding over wearing wide-leg pants, a sweatshirt, and a peaked cap.

"Where's the money?" Jian Heng asked immediately.

Although he hid it well, Jian Mo still saw the scar on his neck. She didn't ask, nor was she in the mood to ask...

Jian Heng looked at Jian Mo with scarlet eyes and snatched the check, "Sure enough, it's easy for you to get one million now... It seems that Gu Beichen is really good to you."

Jian Mo looked disappointedly at the brother who would carry her all the way home when she was young and said he would protect her for the rest of his life, "Jian Heng, this is the prepaid salary I got in exchange for ten years of work..." She gritted her teeth, " I have nothing to do with Gu Beichen!"

"It doesn't matter. Are you afraid that I will tell him what happened two years ago? And then you got the money so quickly?" Jian Heng sneered, put the check in his pocket and said, "Xiao Mo, who would believe you if you said you had no relationship with Gu Beichen?"

"Jian Heng, don't threaten me with the harm you did to me..." Jian Mo was trembling all over, "If you still have a conscience!" She gritted her teeth and squeezed out each word from her teeth, "From now on, you are not my brother, and I have nothing to do with you."

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone unless it's absolutely necessary." Jian Heng said, his mouth curled up, and his eyes looking at Jian Mo also revealed a gloomy and strange look, and then he turned around and left.

Jian Mo dragged her heavy body that seemed to be filled with lead back to Runze Garden. She pressed the combination lock weakly as if her soul was emptied... The empty house was opened at the moment of opening the door, and all the lights were lit under the preset program.

Jian Mo leaned against the door and didn't move for a long time...

It was unknown how long it took before she dragged her tired body to get up and walked in step by step...

Suddenly, she stopped, looked at the messy design drawings on the dining table, and then walked over.

The competition was three days away, but she was still here grieving for something that had been lost...

Jian Mo sat down mechanically, took out a new drawing paper, and took a pen...Looking at the huge club framework diagram on the computer screen, her eyes fell on the 18th floor.

18...

Jian Mo gradually lost herself in thought as she looked at this number, and suddenly, she smiled, and inspiration suddenly flashed through her mind...but this inspiration was full of despair under sadness.

18, represents the deepest position in hell...