The American Scripture

"I'm sorry... Mr. Zhen..." Melissa Bullock did not use her boss's name to greet her. She was determined in her heart. Even if she went to bed, she should talk to the man she chose and the man she liked, not Being indulged in this almost humiliating way.

"One hundred thousand dollars!" Zhen Fan added calmly.

"I think you have misunderstood what I mean, Mr. Zhen!" Melissa Bullock said, "I can't do that. Maybe you can find other women, but... definitely not me!"

"One hundred thousand dollars!" Zhen Fan continued to increase the price.

"Mr. Zhen, your words like this make people feel sick, do you think I care about money? You bastard!" Melissa Bullock unceremoniously threatened Zhen Fan in a low voice, "If you dare If you say this, I will yell out and let your friends see who you are!"

"It doesn't matter, even if you yell out, they won't look at me that much, because they are my friends, but they will think you have a plot. They are from my side, aren't they?" Zhen Fan hee He smiled, and then added a finger, saying, "One hundred twenty thousand dollars, I can only give out so much! Any more, I can only find someone else!"

"Yes, you should have gone to find another woman long ago, instead of wasting time with me!" Melissa Bullock sneered, "But...when the ship gets ashore, I will resign. Thank you very much. The high-paying employment these months, although it made me feel sick in the end!"

"Are you sure you want to refuse such a job?" Zhen Fan smiled, "This is an opportunity for you!"

"This is not an opportunity, this is an insult. You should learn how to value others instead of using money to insult people! Go MD, bastard!" Melissa Bullock suddenly raised her **** towards Zhen Fan, and then Turn around and leave.

"Well, it seems that being a supervisor on a yacht can't satisfy your appetite, but why do you still sit on the boat as a waiter? Wear **** clothes and serve me and my friends?" Zhen Fan He smiled, "It seems that a supervisory job with an annual salary of 120,000 US dollars is really not attractive to you, what a pity!"

Melissa Bullock stopped suddenly, her life about to leave stopped, and then turned her head to look at Zhen Fan in disbelief: "What did you just say? What supervisor work? You asked Nixon to come over and say Stay with you for one night? Is this part of the deal?"

Zhen Fan brought two glasses of wine, walked towards her, and then shook her head: "Why don't you go to the deck and talk?" He handed Melissa Bullock a glass of wine, and Bullock took it suspiciously and followed Zhen. Fan walked to the deck and sat down on the recliner at Zhen Fan's sign, straightened his back and looked at Zhen Fan.

Her expression was a bit serious, and the wine did not move. Who knows if there is any medicine or something in it, the rich people just look very despicable, they make it out by whatever means.

"No sip?" Zhen Fan took a sip of wine and gestured to Melissa Bullock.

"Mr. Zhen, I am very unwilling to delay our time with each other. If you have anything to say, just say it!" Melissa Bullock said blankly to Zhen Fan.

"Uh, yes, but before I say it, I still want to ask you to forgive my previous behavior. This is just a test. Of course, this is related to what I said later. If you can’t accept it, I will allow you. After the yacht docked, he resigned by himself." Zhen Fan nodded and said.

"Well, I am listening now!" Melissa Bullock nodded.

Zhen Fan thought for a while and said, "You know, your previous supervisor, Olivia quit her job for personal reasons, so... which period is the management of the attendant on the yacht now, because Captain Nixon The gentleman still has a hand in managing the crew, but it seems a bit difficult to manage you, and his professionalism is not on your side."

"I know, continue..." Melissa Bullock finally held up the glass of wine, but still didn't drink it. She was watching Zhen Fan sipping mouthfuls, waiting for him to continue.

"So I wanted to find someone to replace her. It's my decision to choose someone from you, but I don't want to have a selfish mind or someone who likes to hook up my guests to manage it. This will make the yacht a mess. , So... I said that today is a test!" Zhen Fan showed a smile on his face.

"So...there are those words that Mr. Nixon said to me?" Melissa Bullock looked at Zhen Fan.

"Yes, this is my idea." Zhen Fan shrugged.

Melissa Bullock looked at Zhen Fan with a weird look on her face, and then said to Zhen Fan: "What I want to say is, Mr. Zhen, this idea you came up with is simply shit!"

"Well, I understand, the yacht will dock tomorrow..."

"But I like this idea. What I want to say is, Mr. Zhen, if the supervisor you choose is me, what I want to say is that I am willing and I am willing to be one of the managers of this yacht. After all... not Everyone is willing to refuse such a high salary, of course... I don’t know if what you said is true, or one of your tricks, I need money to live, you need people to manage it, but... if this is Your method, then... Once something like today occurs, I will leave immediately! It's that simple!" Melissa Bullock said to Zhen Fan.

"I understand what you mean!" Zhen Fan nodded, "You are a smart person, and I like to talk to smart people. In this way, I will ask the lawyer to draw up a new contract!" Zhen Fan stopped talking to her. What's the matter, turn around and leave.

"Uh, boss, wait a minute!" Melissa Bullock finally called boss Zhen again. She screamed, and when Zhen Fan turned to look at her, she said, "Can I start looking forward to it now? And have I planned my work situation? To be honest, I really can't understand what some of them are doing. Can I fire some of them and hire more people?"

"This is your right. Don't ask me, or what do I hire you for?" Zhen Fan turned around and left. "I only need this ship to run well. We need very comfortable service. Enough, goodbye, Director Bullock, they are yours, you can do whatever you want!"

Seeing Zhen Fan's departure, Melissa Bullock wanted to laugh, but she held it back. She didn't know her current mood. The world seemed to be very strange. At first it was covered with dark clouds, but now the sun is shining. In the end, it still lies in the control of the rich. Their destiny is like the wine in their hands, controlled by them, and being tasted by them from time to time.

Zhen Fan walked back to his position, and then sat down. He was not interested in talking to Melissa Bullock, because it was impossible for the two to have a common topic now. Of course, if Melissa Bullock does a good job and earns enough to prove herself, Zhen Fan may consider letting her be her secretary. After all, Zhen Fan has once again thought of the importance of a secretary, especially these days, some calls and things , It made him a little burnt.

Seeing Zhen Fan sitting down, Nixon looked at him with some worry and wanted to say something, but he still held back, because now it seems that Melissa Bullock has nothing to do, maybe she really plans to resign Up.

"Have a drink?" Zhen Fan raised his glass to Nixon and gestured with a smile.

Nixon held it up with some helplessness, then took a sip, and finally spoke. After thinking about it, he felt that it was necessary to speak directly to explain his attitude.

"Mr. Zhen, you are both my boss and my friend. At least I think so..."

"I think so too, Nick, we are friends, this is absolutely certain!" Zhen Fan nodded at him, "Do you have anything to say?"

"That's it!" Nixon considered it, and said in a tactful tone as much as possible, "I know Melissa Bullock, she is a good girl, I really don't want to lose such an employee, it's a pity..."

Zhen Fan suddenly realized it randomly and couldn't help but laughed and said, "I know what you are going to say. Yes, you are right. This is what a friend should say. If you don't mention this, I am really disappointed. Yes. Nick, I'm sorry, I concealed it before, I have a plan!" Zhen Fan said his temptation.

Nixon let out a long sigh, then made a grimace at Zhen Fan and said, "Boss, it's best to tell me about this kind of thing first. It makes me look like a tempting criminal. Does it look like a mafia or street pimp?"

Zhen Fan looked at ~www.wuxiaspot.com very seriously, nodded and said, "Well, if you take off this handsome uniform, you will grow a beard on both sides, and add more tattoos on your arms. And after making the hair look like it was dropped by an aerial bomb, then...you are it!"

"Aha--" Nixon couldn't help laughing. The worry he had just disappeared a long time ago. The laugh this time is very comfortable. He really didn't misread Zhen Fan. He is a **** good person!

At this moment, a ship was cruising in the ocean. It used its unique searchlight to continuously sweep the surface of the sea, and then found a huge yacht parked on the sea with bright lights on it. In fact, this target has been spotted on the radar a long time ago, but it is only now that it is close to discover that this target is so luxurious.

"Guys, let's lean on!" A man in the captain's uniform said to the first mate behind him, "Let everyone cheer up? We are going to occupy it, beautiful Helen, I like beauty!" That man As he said, there was a laugh, and then the ship approached the yacht, and at the same time turned on the high-power broadcast and radio.

"We are the Coast Guard. The people on the yacht ahead, please stop the boat. All the people will be gathered on the deck and be inspected by us! Don't try to resist, otherwise force will be used!" RS